Spirit of Open Access and Literary Dialogue: RMcS

Prologue: Supper is now over in the cosy botháin ósta. Rísteárd Mac Grailt the innkeeper is putting some more turf on the fire; the fire that is never allowed to quench. Each night before retiring, the remaining fire would be raked to cover over the live embers of turf with the ashes. The embers would then be left to repose comfortably there throughout the night until just before aurora when they would be gently breathed into to coincide with the flowering of the daystar. In this manner was impressive continuity been given to the ancient custom of ensuring the perpetual presence of the Inner Sun in the hearth of the home. Outside it is a wet dark night with the wind blowing in from the southwestern Atlantic; the kind of night that one feels thankful for having the right side of the house facing out. Sitting across the hearth from Rísteárd, is his guest, Receptive. The fire glows interesting shadows up the walls to the rafters to join up with those already making sport there from t...

Self: an essence Soul & Body: not applicable Self’s present activity: ‘reclining’ comfortably on the bank of a river in the faraway heavens; way away away beyond the Sloan Great Wall of galaxies, yet, not too far at all beyond the alpines of the Serendipity Nexus. Location orientation from Earth: via the Constellation Corona Borealis Distance from the Solar System: 72 glys (1 gigalight-year = 1 billion light years.) Comparison reference: Sloan Great Wall of galaxies measures approximately 1.4 glys in length, and is located approximately 1 gly from the Solar System. Name of the river: An Abhainn Bheag Álainn (The Small Delightful River) Tributary of: An Abhainn Mhór Álainn (The Big Delightful River) Terrestrial complement: The River Bride ̶ a tributary of the River Blackwater in the province of Munster on the isle of Éire. Specific description of An Abhainn Bheag Álainn: a myriad-galaxy river Overall length: 40 glys Width at this spot: 3 million light years Distance from the...

Ascending from the hazel grove and its nearby well one very soon reaches by way of the small smooth stoned ravine the tranquil Ochtach grove overlooking the meandering Glandhuan River. On this the southern visage of the grove of nine pines is located the astonishingly beautiful Aislinge Rú octagonal wooden pavilion; an exquisite yellow roofed pavilion symbolizing the harmonious matrimony of all directions in one place, which was built and hand-carved by Rísteárd Muirglan Suibhne Mac Grailt as a wedding anniversary gift for his precious wife Aoife Gléslí Brídóir Ní hAimsiri. It took him twenty-seven months to complete. Aoife often comes here to read, reflect and write. It is one of her favourite places in the hill country of Déisi Mumhan. How she delights too to stroll up here in lovely moonlit nights with Rísteárd. It is about the midday hour, and Aoife in sensuous edenwear is happily strolling away back to the pavilion after enjoying swimming in a shimmering warm pool of the Glandhu...

One day, Eve went into a village. It was of a Friday, and she went into the mosque and began to speak. The people were amazed at her wording, for she spoke with real authority; quite unlike the teachers of Sharia Law or in truth of any religious Laws. Suddenly, the imam of the mosque became possessed with a furious troublesome and it began shouting at Eve. “Why are you interfering with me, Eve of the Desert? Have you come to destroy me?” Eve cut it short. “Be quiet! Come out of the man,” she ordered. At that, the angry troublesome screamed, threw the imam into a convulsion, and then came out of him. Amazement gripped the audience, and they began to discuss what had happened. “What sort of fresh wording is this,” they asked excitedly. “It has such authority! Even troublesomes obey her orders!” After Eve left the mosque, she went by request to someone’s house. Now, the man of the house’s mother-in-law was very sick in bed with a high fever. Eve went to her bedside, took her by t...

BAALBECK, BECHARRE, N’ GALILEE my oft times afore lovely home by the sea. What! What in the Name is happening to thee, yet again, yet again, n’ yet again? Are you rising to be free to be free or free to be with ever uprising to be? Fire in the below waiting to explode will show No mercy to angelic pretence Turn; turn away from the Gate of Trouble! Too; too many will be crying in the streets. Where! Where is that one with the rare empty stare; that one who with slippery tongue is playing away with everyone’s naiveté? Stand n’ take a stand to recline on a chaise longue of peace. For so long as length of days be they shorter than nights by far will the orange groves, olive slopes, n’ sand dunes be all frozen o’er in a flash. Ruins anew will be accompany those of old at weeping Baalbek, Becharre, n’ Galilee. Hear ye; hear ye, ye perpetual troublemakers of the ages! How came ye by the right to mix bone with limestone, blood with grape juice, n’ tears with vinegar? ...

Bradawn Yeats the blessed poet, who is an ongoing dawn unto any age, speaks forth according to his inspiration; words of wisdom, love, and beauty, saying, Madman one day long gods born deep sleep masks seven masks seven lives maskless streets thieves thieves thieves men women houses fear marketplace youth standing housetop madman sun face first time first time sun face soul love sun masks trance thieves masks madman freedom safety madness freedom loneliness safety proud safety thief jail safe thief. Ancient days first quiver speech lips holy mountain God master slave hidden will law God answer mighty tempest thousand years holy mountain God creator creation clay God answer thousand swift wings thousand years holy mountain God father son pity love birth love worship kingdom God answer mist distant hills thousand years sacred mountain God God aim fulfillment yesterday tomorrow root earth art flower sky face sun God ears words sweetness sea brook valleys plains God. Friend seeming gar...

Soliloquy 1 7:59-8:08 post meridiem, Lunae, 8 Decembris anno 2014 BRIDGE to the days of our lives making heading in the hills of a thousand to ten thousand years old. Morning crossing river in the light of a generation calling to the front of the insight recovering to long last the beginning of ends coming into view. At last the time has come for a 21st century coming true. Believe, yes believe and it will come to truth contrary to all exaggerations believing. Gentle is the softness that awaits for the holy of hollies coming to the brow of the hill. Church in the valley. See the mercy; hear the compassion coming to the forefront. Bare to the heartache of the time honoured bliss. Stand and see to the armies coming down the valley. Arches covering waters to believe in the Christ of the kingdoms coming to make believe of the peoples reaching to space heaven. Admit the carriage waiting for the spiritual being of essence departing by the near gate coming round ridi...