A Shropshire Lad

“It dawns in Asia, tombstones show/ And Shropshire names are read;/ And the Nile spills his overflow/ Beside the Severn’s dead” --A Shropshire Lad

We walked the dogs around Bellevue Downtown park last Sunday. The park has a strong "Masonic vibe”, being rigidly geometric with a circular canal and many, many obelisks. The “river” begins at a large bowl-like fountain at the top of the park, and splits two ways to flow around either side of the circle, and finally collects in a pond below.

Sunday was warm and sunny and we began our walk from the lower pond, by the parking lot. The local RC boat club had set up camp on the bank, running their model Mississippi towboats around, pushing and pulling little model barges laden with little concrete slabs. I idly wondered if that was how the Egyptians got their giant slabs to the pyramids/tombs/stargates, barging them up the Nile?

We trudged around the path on the right, heading upstream to the fountain at the “headwaters”, and when we got there we saw that the water had been tinted vivid red, as if someone had dumped a vat of red dye into the water, and suddenly it was as if I was looking at the Holy Grail or something?! The river was BLEEDING from the HEAD!

We looked around for a sign or something explaining the water’s vivid coloring that day, but saw none, so we were left to wonder. (Note: pic above is from the internet, NOT from Sunday's walk)

On the day before, I had read that Polish President Lech Kaczynski was killed early Saturday along with his wife, several top military officials, and the head of the national bank when their plane crashed at a western Russian airport (via eLLUMINATI)

"The entire top military brass, including the chief of defense and all the services, were on the plane," said Tomas Valasek, of the Center for European Reform. "If that is true, then you're looking at a situation, in effect, of the DECAPITATION of the military services."

Later on Sunday, a favorite maritime blogger posts news about an antique boat auction, and for some reason I was drawn to this pic of a lovely canoe yawl named Sabrina. Sabrina is the Welsh Goddess of the River Severn in Celtic myth. Sabrina the nymph drowned in the river (how do you drown a mermaid, BTW?) and the river was named after her or vice versa. Sabrina is Latin for Severn. The Severn is the largest and most important river in England, like the Mississippi is to the States, or the Nile is to Egypt.

Great rivers not only represent the lifelines of continents and empires, they represent our own blood in our own bodies, and even the flow of divine Kundalini (serpentine) energy up and down the spinal chord - the main line of the Body Electric. How strange that this Sunday, of all Sundays, I made a special altar and a special prayer to the twin ponds of wisdom that lie not at the top of my head, but at the base of my cock. To me, they represent the House of Id, and you can be sure that the “water of life” was consumed with thanksgiving. No grape juice Communion here, just the Real Thing.

Quite naturally, Id shows me a symbolic representation of my oath - my egoic head is decapitated, and the tugs/barges bring in another ego over the falls. Livingston, I presume?

NOTES:

Theodore, the Holy Tugboat

Mr. Housman, author of “A Shropshire Lad”, was queer.

Sabrina was also the name of “Charlie’s Angel” Kate Jackson, who played the wife of Michael Ontkean in the homoerotic Making Love. See musings on Harry Hamlin, Perseus and Medusa in Clash of the Titans.