The Legend of England

A friend and I went to see Harry Potter and near the end of the movie I started thinking about that Human Unity Conference in England, being paralyzed for several days and that legend of the frozen Lady in the Lake. I determined to go home and find that poem. The poem talks about a Queen and King. At that time those two represented relationship between a man and woman. Now, so many years later I know that Queen and King represents much more from micro alchemical matter to macro systems. It's a Love continuum with "Queen and King" expressing in many forms.

In the movie as Hogwarts (the name of a flower ) School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was being protected by magical wands of light and being invaded by wands of darkness I thought of Rob Hopkins and that line of connection across the planet. I thought about lines of protective space we create arcing around precious Mother Earth. Our connections are not coincidence...we have specific healing work to do at this time. Lines continue to be drawn, substance continues to be raised.

Here's that poem written by an Emissary of Divine Light, Yujin Pak, 1982:

The Legend of England

Unto a land frozen byt ancient magic spell
shall one day return the Mage and the King.
They that can weave the magic of unbinding
awake and arise in destiny's appointed hour.

IOt is told in England's Cotswold Country
that an ancient witchcraft turned King's court into stone.
Frozen and mute stood megalithic stones,
forgotten majesty of true King and princely consorts.

The legen goes in that place near Long Compton
that one day when the King can unimpeded see
Compton Hill past blurring fields of briarly weed,
that upon that day shall reign again
King's majesty, justice, upon the waiting land.

A story that is not told is of the Archmage that never died.
Another is the sotry of a tru love--
a heart's prayer that to King held true,
and brought him back to life agian.

Forgotten by all, the Queen had lived on
who love the King, deep and with all.
Without identity and without recourse,
through the power of love's deepest memory,
she had followed her King through all history.

The longing and love in her inknowing heart
stirred the King from ancient sleep.
"My King, my Kin, I wait for you,
to eternity's end I wait for you."
As she grew, strong in truth and deep in memory,
so too grew the power of her heart's invocations
bringing destiny's appointed hour to final fulfillment.

Onlt the Beloved can know Love's own heart.
As Love awakens to Beloved's prayer
so too is woven the true magic of unbinding.

No one remembers now when exactly it happened,
a few years ago perhaps.
The field by Long Compton was mowed down by a farmer.
From the stones you can now see Compton Hill.

The King and Queen reign once again.
The Archmage never died.