(...) who can deny that even in the best things there is a poison hidden? Everybody has to accept this. If you accept that this is true, I will not ask you whether the good and the bad in a poison should be separated and the good taken away and the bad left. Because this is really the case.

                                                                                                                      *Paracelsus*

                                       

We are all in the same boat in the end, and knowing that can make us more forgiving.

If you recklessly throw yourself against a Hawthorn, its thorns will wound you, leaving you nowhere better than before--and you may regret crossing its path. But approach it with care and respect, and it may offer you its treasures. With a pure heart and reverence for the earth, Hawthorn becomes an ally. It holds a deep, mystical power: as protective as it is healing, fierce when necessary, yet nurturing when the moment calls. Does this look familiar?

Patience, timidity, withdrawal. Time for waiting and planning rather than action. Obstacles that can be overcome. Success after delay. Temporary obstacles. Right timing, potential to overcome obstacles or take action at the wrong time. Very human. And when we fall short as human beings, the Gods who come to our aid have unlocked this potential with a more powerful life to nourish the human: Crataegus Monogyna.

Everything we characterize as the right time and the right place is supported and guided by Kairos. And as a reflection of it on earth, two concepts even more decisive than time and place are united in a single trunk: good and evil; Crataegus Monogyna. A connection that gives us messages from the heart and only in this way can let us know when it is the right (or wrong) time to act. The Hawthorn, which shows itself earliest in Celtic mythology, is renowned among us as a healer. It defines beauty, yet the scent it releases is unified by aromatic notes reminiscent of the smell of dead animals. This scent, which caused Shakespeare to associate it with the plague, carries the key to the underworld in its pocket. It is a Hawthorn in whose shade Dumuzi sits while he waits with the most generous disposition for the demons who will replace him in Inanna's place. Crataegus Monogyna is both the point of departure and arrival. Let us call its motto precisely this: summum bonum, a concept that a piriori leads us to question what good and evil are. For Kant and Seneca, but also as a symbol of unity reflected in the eyes of every single person who looks at the Crataegus.

Chemical Marriage of Natural Elements

To embody natural elements, even nature itself.

In The White Goddess, Graves embodied the Hawthorn, which he called the May blossom, when writing about the nature of myth-making. His analeptic method of thinking fed his ideas with nature itself, recreating images with his own methodology. The 1948s were already acquainted with Frazer through iconotropic shifts (cf: The Golden Bough, 1922). While Graves and Frazer were recognizing their own Goddesses, a Crataegus Monogyna was already growing at its roots a feature to rival the title of the Goddesses. In the first week of every May, it recognized humanity as the harbinger of good and evil, and showed its flowers. When mid-June came, it began to display the good as it is and the evil as a supporter on its branches, reminding humanity of this unifying power as part of another whole. To unite two opposing essences into a unity greater than the sum of their parts was to realize their chemical marriage. We continue to see and practice this with our present, but not artificial, mind in areas such as religion, politics, philosophy and science. The list of these practices is long: normative, mythological, linguistic. Yet it seems that Crataegus Monogyna can only give us a start with its roots to reveal a causal combination of opposites.

The road up and the road down are the same thing.

                                                                                                                 *Heraclitus*

Form of the good, which brings a more definitive argument from Antiquity, continues to nourish the Hawthorn year after year. As a May blossom, it stands out from other roots as a threshold between opposites, a living paradox reflecting the human spirit. Its sharp thorns, like the baseless judgments we construct, protect something precious but vulnerable, reminding us that protection and pain often come from the same source. These thorns speak of the sacred boundaries we draw to protect ourselves, even if they isolate us. Their flowers are naive. This duality - the sacred allure of life intertwined with the inevitability of death - represents the untamed nature of the human spirit, at once inviting and untouchable. It reflects the contradictions within us: our potential to honor both light and shadow. Because our true self does not judge. Only our fear-driven ego uses judgment to protect us. It is a protection that ironically prevents us from realizing ourselves. It pretends not to recognize the shadow. What is worth understanding is that the light of the world is hidden in our untamed nature.

Everything has to evolve, otherwise it dies.

When we let the messages of our unembraced qualities into our minds, it helps us get back into balance and harmony with our natural rhythm. Each part of you that feels unembraced and excluded does so much more than just remain a shadow. It's there, waiting for you. It is ready to guide you as the voice of the future, not the past.

Our highest good, which is also called the summum bonum, is to learn, develop, and progress. Once we realize our potential, we are free to choose the experiences we desire. All the bad and good forms that exist as shadows about ourselves, when reclaimed, open up a world within us where we can reach out to the entire universe. And that is the moment when we begin to experience the divine peace of being alone with our own selves.

Find the Carmot

Just as the Crataegus Monogyna teaches patience and precision, another thing stirs, barely visible but ever-present. Its dance with light holds meaning, and its silent flight guards the first of many clues. If you follow the shadows it casts, you may find what you are looking for. But things are not always as they seem.

Wings are vessels of mystery, carrying pieces of forgotten truths hidden in plain sight. Among the countless stories of the natural world, there exists a creature whose very presence whispers of transformation and hidden wisdom. It has been said that its diet nourishes more than the body, its beauty conceals truths, and its resting position tells stories to those who dare to look closer. In cultures far apart yet strangely aligned, it symbolizes purity, mortality, and the unseen forces that guide us.

But it is their relationship with light that holds the deepest secret. Drawn irresistibly to the flame, their delicate wings are both seekers of inspiration and omens of unseen endings. There is a lesson in their flight, a hidden meaning in their presence. A secret waiting to be uncovered, if only one knows where to look.

A light emerald waits for those who follow the faintest flicker in the dark.

Let its shadows guide you to what comes next.