Two Poems
The Structure of Longing
Where is the structure of my longing made?
Is it about the empty centre,
Which all too physically is hung
Strung on lattice and rib?
No, for longing lives everywhere.
It is part, in part, and whole of that strange emblem
(Striving of soul) we seek beyond ourselves.
Space
Space is a comfort, friend
In the dark asking for more
Of emptiness – signal me space,
Show the dark lanes and deeps
That mark the endless echo,
Leaving time trapped
Ever in love’s free fall.
© The Estate of Ronald M. White
Suggested Reading
Here with the final section of The New Pagans’ Handbook is a photo of Ronald White in the Shropshire hills, taken at around the time he began to write it.
The note on recommended reading completes the text of the Handbook, which is now all online. I hope shortly to make some minor corrections and combine the sections into a pdf file, for ease of use.
There is more material from Ron to come, including the text of his unfinished work on magical theory, which he called Prospero’s Book.
Notes for Suggested Reading
There are so many books relating either entirely or in part to the Myth, the festivals and the developing philosophy of the New Paganism, that any selection of the myriad articles and volumes that I have read over the last forty years or so, will be perforce far from a full offering. Also many ideas that later came to fruition had their beginnings in hints, intuitions and odd paragraphs in unrelated works; and like a jigsaw the pieces only fell together later or were fortified by subsequent research. The essence of the search is curiosity, so I only offer a few suggestions, knowing that to any dedicated student the materials will fall, magically as it were, to hand. I have therefore confined myself as far as possible to works that are still in print. There are many omissions, but the inclusions may illumine and deepen the significance of my matter, as they have done for myself.
Ethics
The following notes were scribbled on a piece of paper in Chalky’s handwriting. I think they date from late 1966/early 1967. The last line is clearly an allusion to, and critique of, the principle known as the Wiccan Rede:
Love somebody
Build Something
& (Build it in love)
Not do what you will: but try to do as little damage as possible.
The Royal Oak (ii)
Among the material that has recently turned up is a much better photo of the pub sign (now lost) that Ron painted for the Royal Oak at Cardington.
Some of his old appointments diaries have survived, and I have now had the time to examine them.
His diary for 1984 has under 10th September: ‘Commence Ptg “The Royal
Oak” ’ (it may not have been a coincidence that this was a full
moon day). The entry for 1 October reads ‘Arrange Publicity –
Cardington Royal Oak’. The sign was delivered to the Royal Oak at
Cardington the next day; the diary notes that there were ‘Photo-calls’.
Just a few weeks earlier, in July, he had drafted a large portion of The
New Pagans' Handbook in a month of relentless work. On 30 July 1984 he
celebrated his 60th birthday.
The Regency: an early statement of principles
The following notes, which turned up recently during a clear-out, date, I believe, from very near the beginning of the Regency; November or early December 1966. On the back are some rough jottings that clearly relate to the ceremony of the Reading of the Festivals; apparently a very early attempt to draft an outline of the ceremony. The notes ‘on hierarchies’ are typed; they are obviously a statement of some of the founding principles of the Regency. They may have been used as one of Chalky’s sermons, or as the basis for a sermon.
On Hierarchies
The Regency should avoid being a closed system.
The universe around us does not appear ‘closed’.
It seems to be an open ended process of which we are part.*
Any conception of the universe must be open ended also; allowing for variety even of truth in the material sphere.
One must have a belief in the oneness of things; and that no one can have monopoly of truth.**
The Gods, however envisaged, must be seen to be multi-aspected…(Janus).
http://ronaldchalkywhite.org.uk/other-mss/on-hierarchies/
The Dance
Apologies for this long silence. Here, at last, is the final section of the New Pagans’ Handbook (apart from a short list of recommended reading). To accompany it, here is one of Ron White’s drawings (a particular favourite of mine).
This is not the end. We have more to bring you: more unpublished mss, and a few more images. We hope to be able to return to a fairly regular schedule of posting.

Appendix: On the Dance and Other Matters
In its early stages the outline of the foetus in the womb resembles the path of a simple labyrinth curling and curving in on itself. The labyrinth and the spiral are, as we have seen, among the earliest intuitions of man about his life and death cycle. They contain the first apprehensions of the possibility of some sort of eternity and some idea of the processes of creation. The labyrinth is the archetypal puzzle. It, by implication, deals with the observed progression of time and the seasons as set against another and different scale. The Dream Time, as the Australian Aborigines called it, a place where all being and becoming are in waiting. Dreaming has no set scale to our sense of time, all things being latent in the dreamer. Events are displayed, to his no surprise, wildly out of sequence, where indeed one can dream separate events simultaneously.
The Owl
According to Robert Graves in The White Goddess (pp. 210–11) November is the month of the screech owl (the pale, ghost-like barn owl). So now is a good time to post photos of this small stylized ceramic owl, made by Ronald M. White.
At some point I will post a photo of Ron White’s personal copy of The White Goddess. It is quite an eloquent document, because it has been read, literally, to pieces.
In the Welsh legend of Llew Llaw Gyffes, Blodeuwedd is transformed into an owl. Graves identifies the core of the legend as a myth about the sacred king and his relationship with the Goddess. For Graves, the Goddess in her Owl form is the Goddess of Wisdom, and in this connexion he cites the Greek goddess Athena, whose symbol was an owl. The Wisdom goddess, for Graves, is also the Death Goddess, and the owl’s cry is a prophesy of death.
I have no doubt that all these associations were in Ron’s mind when he made this little piece.
On the back of it he put the symbol of the Goddess with her arms raised in blessing that he put on some of his other ceramic pieces: the same symbol that now appears on his grave (see The Symbol on the Gravestones).
The Hallows: Sermon
The sermon completes the section on the Hallows (Hallowe’en) in The New Pagans’ Handbook:
The Sermon
Because, of all the festivals, The Hallows is the most structured and has the most ’set’ speeches and prayers, it requires less in the way of a sermon. Nevertheless, a summary of our main themes and a few observations about its significance as a marker in our annual cycle may help to reinforce and enrich its message.
At the Hallows we meet the Crone, the Goddess in Her death aspect. The festival recognises our own dark side, the fears and terrors we must know, in order to be made whole in ourselves. It honours our ancestors and all others who have joined the ‘Mighty Dead’. We dance with outstretched hands to welcome these powers, for, properly understood, they are not against us, but of us and can be our help. At the Hallows we hope to learn how to walk from the top to the bottom of our minds and be undismayed at what we find there. This is an heroic enterprise. Each must harrow his own hell. Each must pay due honour to the Crone, for She will claim us at the last; and we should love and respect Her, for only through love and respect can we reach trust and be unafraid in understanding.
The Hallows
The Regency viewed Hallowe’en – ‘The Hallows’ – as the culmination and conclusion of the ritual year.
I think it was the festival that meant most to Chalky on a personal level. Death was a mystery that much concerned him, as some of his poems reveal.
The skull in the photograph was used in the ritual every year for many years. It was given to Chalky when he was an art teacher by a pupil whose father was a builder. It was found during construction work in London: a museum specialist identified it as the skull of a medieval plague victim, buried in a plague-pit or mass grave.
Here are the preamble and ritual for the Hallows:
Preamble
Anciently named Samhein by the Celts, adopted as All Saints Eve and Day by the Christians, also called All Souls, I have called it by the more general pagan name of the Hallows, for the term fits it well and shows its holy intention.
It is the end of our annual pilgrimage and the ending of life’s exploration. At it comes the grand climax and combination of our themes in the land where the living and the dead meet. It is a brave and noble ceremony. We have moved in our ritual passage through the stages of our lives. Now we move to contemplate our repose in our deaths, and to consider those many who have died before us. It follows from the assessments of the Autumn Equinox, that, at the Hallows, we consider the paths we have trodden, and the lessons we have learnt from the round of the year, and ponder deeply our state at the end of our lives. Yet this is not to be a gloomy session of self criticism despite its sombre theme. It is a festival offering courage, and with courage goes encouragement to go bravely where our terrors and fears reside; to go deep into the places of the mind and face out these archetypal fears. This is the time to talk with the dead as well as with death in ourselves; to bring out these hidden things and ask them to join in festival dance.
The Hallows is one of the great pagan feasts and ushers Winter in. After this date the leaves will rapidly fall from the trees. The frosts will come and the November gales will hunt wildly across the land.
Two Love Poems
‘Now plot no meetings’
Now plot no meetings but accept
That we shall meet
And always at this moment,
Both in pleasuring.
For we are forged in crucibles of bliss
Intense beyond our souls’ coherences,
With bodies fissioned by a desperate joy
To break down – infinite reactions –
Each burning each to breed of timeless gold.
Sharing Sorrows
After two days of May-made wonder,
Once more the gouge of love
Carving the anxious hollow,
And my last harshness come again
To fight this unasked hurt in me;
Turning self – anger inwards
Mine, your pain tearing.
Then in that dawn,
Acceptances.
Both paired to burdens
In a bond of loss,
To gain such love
That gladly we must cry each others’ tears.
© The Estate of Ronald M. White







