Mary Bateman was was executed for murder 203 years ago. Her humiliating posthumous punishment is ongoing, her remains are displayed as a tawdry attraction at the Thackray Medical Museum in Leeds. Today I am accompanying the vocal beauty of Layla Bert Smith (Wyrd England Gazetteer), we play with the hope of setting her free:
O! What do ye Wesh i’ the Beck
George H. Cowling
“O! What do ye wesh i’ the beck, awd wench?
Is it watter ye lack at heame?”
It’s nobbut a murderer’s shrood, young man,
A shrood for to cover his weam.(1)
“O! what do ye cut i’ the slack, awd hag?
Is it fencin’ ye lack for your beas'(2)?”
It’s nobbut a murderer’s coffin, sir,
A coffin to felt(3) his feace.”
“O! what do ye greaye(4) at the crossroads, witch?
Is it roots ye lack for your swine?”
“It’s nobbut a murderer’s grave, fair sir,
A grave for to bury him fine.”
“An’ whea be-owes(5) coffin an’ shrood, foul witch?
An’ wheas is the grave i’ the grass?”
“This spell I hae woven for thee, dear hairt,
Coom, kill me, an’ bring it to pass.”
1. Belly. 2. Beasts, cattle.. 3. Hide.
4. Dig 5. Owns,
Esotericism flows, manifested as phenomena it is matterless flux. As religion and science are to mass, esotericism is to energy, proportional only by time (the speed of light). Manifest as a ‘blind’ Aghartha was a fleetingly accepted scientific theory. It has been a common occurrence through time; for Rumour to trick men of God and Men of science. A miscalculation, a vivid dream, a lie, may permeate into the world of matter and, for a moment, energy and mass are united. Unity; gnosis. The hollow earth is an ancient folly, Newton’s error gave rise to the scientific theory and Halley, terrified of atheism, was all too willing to give it scope. Through a viscous universe hollow entities may process but their course is not obviously determined. Cyrus Reed Teed’s electrical alchemy provided later opportunity for the politicisation of the hollow earth a theme which has not since ceased. The battle rages on, to occupy the city and determine a singular frame of reference.
Astronomer Royal, Halley, grasping his diagram of the hollow earth.
Aghartha tells the story of lost worlds and the creation of duality within a single sphere. I fear we are there now, that the cosmic spheres have been replaced by electrical nodes. The ether is thick with electricity which we cannot escape, and the synarchy of harmonious rule has been replaced by the synarchy of idealogical progress.
Man realised that the spheres were mechanical, moving in clockwork order. He could not reach the spheres and so built machines in an attempt to touch them. Science and engineering were born.
I almost drowned in the metropolitan museum of art.
Alone. After a sleepless night, wandering the streets of Manhattan I fell in love with a statue of Isis-Aphrodite. She led me to the pool surrounding the Temple of Dendur. The dark water made irresistible promises. Tuat led me past the pool, towards today, where Richard Serra saved my life:
I became a citizen of a dark abstract world. One with a sense of humour but devoid of lies. A mechanical world which has become increasingly familiar. I suppose at any other time, this may have felt awkward, uncomfortable. But on that day Richard Serra had built a contraption to extract my soul and project it onto the towering walls of the Met.
Two new sculptures by Serra are to be unveiled at the Gagosian Gallery on September the 14th and will be on display until the 26th of November.
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Eventually came Man. Man looked outwards and reached for the spheres of order and the spheres of chaos. Astrology was born.