RAM HORN'D

Blake Archive

"Christ the Mediator"

Christ Pleading Before the Father for St Mary Magdalene

Letters, (E 712)

"To my Friend Butts I write My first Vision of Light On the yellow sands sitting The Sun was Emitting His Glorious beams From Heavens high Streams Over Sea over Land My Eyes did Expand Into regions of air Away from all Care Into regions of fire Remote from Desire The Light of the Morning Heavens Mountains adorning In particles bright The jewels of Light Distinct shone & clear-- Amazd & in fear I each particle gazed Astonishd Amazed For each was a Man Human formd. Swift I ran For they beckond to me Remote by the Sea Saying. Each grain of Sand Every Stone on the Land Each rock & each hill Each fountain & rill Each herb & each tree Mountain hill Earth & Sea Cloud Meteor & Star Are Men Seen Afar I stood in the Streams Of Heavens bright beams And Saw Felpham sweet Beneath my bright feet In soft Female charms And in her fair arms My Shadow I knew And my wifes shadow too And My Sister & Friend. We like Infants descend In our Shadows on Earth Like a weak mortal birth My Eyes more & more Like a Sea without shore Continue Expanding The Heavens commanding Till the jewels of Light Heavenly Men beaming bright Appeard as One Man Who Complacent began My limbs to infold In his beams of bright gold Like dross purgd away All my mire & my clay Soft consumd in delight In his bosom sun bright I remaind. Soft he smild And I heard his voice Mild Saying This is My Fold O thou Ram hornd with gold Who awakest from sleep On the sides of the Deep On the Mountains around The roarings resound Of the lion & wolf The loud sea & deep gulf These are guards of My Fold O thou Ram hornd with gold And the voice faded mild I remaind as a Child All I ever had known Before me bright Shone I saw you & your wife By the fountains of Life Such the Vision to me

Appeard on the Sea"

 

BandB

 

REPLY TO IAN

WHAT LOOKS AFTER US  - Nov 2018 - reposted Dec 2025

My reply to original post on Ian's blog 

Ian, I don’t respond to what you write but I react to it. So here is my reaction.

Does life come to us or do we go out and fetch it?

I lived with Larry for 59 years, we adapted to each other but maintained inner experience which was unknown to the other. When I read what Larry wrote – his journal, his book, his autobiography, his letters – I realize how separate his inner experience was from what I knew of him. And, of course, I knew that he knew little of my thoughts and feeling from my perspective. As much as we might have shared experience, it meant something different to each of us. I like to say, ‘The darkness cannot impinge upon the light;’ in the same way another’s consciousness cannot impinge upon our own.

Life comes to us like a series of cars on a train – multiple cars but one train – and there are others on the train with us. But what life means to me I have to fetch; that is the part that is unknowable to anyone but God or providence who arranged it.