yrrah rettop & the heathly dallows@vale ouwe ...

Ron
& Her
gingen naar 't
protserige HoofdPaaldorp zo'n honderd
kilometer ofzo van hier.

Vroeger
ging ik
er zelf ook
nog wel 's heen
op de fiets door polders
of via de Go{o}yse matrassen tussen
't Bloederig Baarn & 't Willige Weesp,
maar nu geloof ik 't wel,
niet iedereen hoeft,
moet en zal door de fairy tale gehaktmolens
van 't hijgende, huilerige & hypocriete Hil[ly] {Uni}versum:
je kunt ook 'elders' best wel aanwezig zijn
zonder al die onheilige 'apparitions' &
eikelige 'trix of beaux arts
& make believe'.

'"There
were once
three brothers who
were travelling along a
lonely, winding road at twilight.

In time,
the brothers reached a river
too deep to wade through
and too dangerous to swim across.

However,
these brothers were learned in the magical arts,
and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water.
They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.
And Death spoke to them.

He was angry
that he had been cheated out of three new victims,
for travellars usually drowned in the river.

But Death was cunning.

He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic,
and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.
So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard
who had conquered Death!

So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river,
fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there,
and gave it to the oldest brother.

Then the second brother,
who was an arrogant man,
decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further,
and asked for the power to recall others
from Death.

So Death picked up a stone
from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother,
and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

And then Death asked the third
and youngest brother what he would like.
The youngest brothers was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers,
and he did not trust Death.

So he asked for something
that would enable him to go forth from that place
without being followed by Death.

And Death, most unwillingly,
handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

Then Death stood aside
and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way and they did so,
talking wonder of the adventure they had had,
and admiring Death's gifts.

In due course
the brothers separated, each for his own destination.
The first brother travelled on for e week or more, and reaching a distant village,
sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel!

Naturally,
with the Elder Wand as his weapon,
he could not fail to win the duel that followed?
Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn,
where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself,
and of how it made him invincible.

That very night,
another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine~sodden, upon his bed.
The thief took the wand and, for good measure,
slit the oldest brother's throat.

And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile,
the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone.
Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand.
To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

Yet she was sad and cold,
separated from him as by a veil!
Though she had returned to the mortal world,
she did not truly belong there
and suffered?

Finally,
the second brother,
driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her.
And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched
for the third brother for many years,
he was never able to find him.

It was only when he had attained a great age
that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son.
And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly,
and, as equals, they departed
this life.


Those are the Deathly Hallows.

The Elder Wand. The Resurrection Stone. The Cloak of Invisibility.

A straight vertical line. A circle on top of the line. And enclosing both line & corcle in a triangle:
together the Deathly Hallows.


Just another children's tale,
told to amuse rather than to instruct.
Those of us who understand these matters, recognise that the ancient story refers to three objects,
or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possesser master of Death.


Master. Conqueror. Maitreya. Mahdi. Messias. Masjiach. Vanquisher. Or whatever term you prefer?


So, they claim, to believe in that version of such a cloak which really and trully renders the wearer completely invisible, and which endures eternally, giving constant and impenetrable concealment,
no matter what spells are cast at it.


How can this be real?


Prove that it is not!

HOW
can we possibly
prove something doesn't exist?
Do you expect me to get hold of all the pebbles in the world,
and test them?


You
can claim
that 'anything' is real
if the only basis for believing in it
is that nobody' s proved
it doesn't
exist.


blozen
engel
cool!
knipoog
nahnah


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