There are adepts outside of what is called speculative chemistry

Lost King of The Maya Nova There are adepts outside of what is called speculative chemistry who have accomplished awesome things in these regions and there are chemists before Socrates and Aristotle, or Da Vinci and Newton; who every single genuine master know were chemists. For any creator or writer who might deliver a TV narrative on the subject and not meet a hermeticist (a great deal less a chemist) it is clear their expectation is not to instruct. So when you see Time/Life recordings doing that sort of show I trust you know you are being encouraged falsehoods. In February, 1925 Yeats thought of this in Capri.

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A Vision A

In the main version of A Vision the area 'Dove or Swan' contains a moderately long section on the relationship of the gyres to the contemporary period and the not so distant future (AV A 210-215), which was excluded in the second release. It is given here for reference, with the page breaks showed. The main sentence given here (in italics) is the keep going on AV B 300, and the content proceeds from that point.

Having wounded their hands upon that breaking point men, interestingly since the seventeenth century, see the world as an object of consideration, not as something to be changed, and somewhere in the range of few, meeting the cutoff in their uncommon concentrate, even uncertainty if there is any normal experience, that is to say question the likelihood of science.

It is said that at Phase 8 there is constantly thoughtful war, and at Phase 22 dependably war, and as this war is dependably an annihilation for the individuals who have vanquished, we have rehashed the wars of Alexander.

I find as of now the primary stage - Phase 23- - of the last quarter in specific companions of mine, and in journalists, writers and artists appreciated by those companions, who have a type of solid love and detest up to this point obscure in human expressions. It is with them a matter of still, small voice to live in their own particular accurate moment of time, and they shield their inner voice like scholars. They are all caught up in some specialized exploration to the whole rejection of the individual dream. It is as if the structures in the stone or in their dream started to move with a vitality which is not that of the human personality. All the time these structures are mechanical, are so to speak the scientific structures that maintain the physical essential - I think about the work of Mr Wyndham Lewis, his effective "discord of sardine tins," and of those marble eggs, or protests of polished steel excessively drawn up or decreased out, making it impossible to be called eggs, of M. Brancussi [sic], who has gone more distant than Mr Wyndham Lewis from unmistakable topic thus from identity; of stone carvers who might unquestionably be rejected as polluted by a genuine sectary of this minute, the Scandinavian Milles, Mestrovi? maybe, experts of a geometrical example or mood which appears to force itself entirely from past the brain, the craftsman "remaining outside himself." I contrast them with figure or painting where now the craftsman now the model forces his identity. I think particularly about the specialty of the 21st Phase which was on occasion so anarchic, Rodin making his intense craftsmanship out of the sections of those Gates of Hell that he had gotten himself not able to hold together- - pictures out of an individual dream, "the hellfire of Baudelaire not of Dante," he had said to Symons. I find at this 23rd Phase which is it is said the principal where there is scorn of the dynamic, where the keenness turns upon itself, Mr Ezra Pound, Mr Eliot, Mr Joyce, Signor Pirandello, who either dispose of from allegory the artist's phantasy and substitute an abnormality found by verifiable or contemporary exploration or who separate the intelligent procedures of thought by flooding them with related thoughts or words that appear to float into the brain by chance; or who set next to each other as in "Henry IV," "The Waste Land," "Ulysses," the physical essential - a maniac among his managers, a man angling behind a gas works, the foulness of a solitary Dublin day delayed through 700 pages- - and the otherworldly essential, daze, the Fisher King, Ulysses' meandering. It is as if myth and certainty, joined until the weariness of the Renaissance, have fallen so far separated that man comprehends interestingly the inflexibility of reality, and rings, by that very acknowledgment, myth- - the Mask- - which now however grabs out of the psyche's dull yet will in no time seek after and panic. In down to earth life one expects the same specialized motivation, the doing of either not on the grounds that one would, or ought to, but rather in light of the fact that one can, resulting permit, and with those "out of stage" anarchic savagery with no assent all in all standards. In the event that there is a vicious upheaval, and it is the last stage where political insurgency is conceivable, the dish will be produced using what is found in the wash room and the cook won't open her book. There might be more prominent capacity that up to this point for men will be without set from old restriction, yet the old scholarly chain of command gone they will defeat and jar each other. One tries to find the way of the 24th Phase which will offer peace- - maybe by some by and large acknowledged political or religious activity, maybe by some more significant speculation - ringing before the psyche the individuals who talk its considerations in the dialect of our prior time. Peguy in his Joan of Arc set of three shows the national and religious convention of the French poor, as he, a man maybe of the 24th stage, would have it, and Claudel in his "L'Otage" the religious and mainstream progressive systems saw as history. I predict a period when the larger part of men will so acknowledge an authentic convention that they will fight, not regarding who can force his identity upon others however with reference to who can best epitomize the normal point, when all identity will appear a contamination - "nostalgia," "bleakness," "pretention"- - something that rebellions not ethics alone but rather great taste.