Mysteries of Master R, Part 11 – Lost & Found

a new sketch of Master R

a new sketch of Master R


I have planned for a while, this Master R post, with a “lost & found” story – together with the sixth chapter of the Trinosofia.   I needed first, a new drawing of him, but was too busy to “find him”.  At long last I sat down and did this one.  He looks as if he is in court, in London’s Temple district.  I was in court all last week, attending a remarkably polarised case of truth and lies:  the privilege to watch how justice acts.  I feel changed for ever.

My Mystery with Master R, is when he finds things that are lost.  When I am searching for a photo, a journal, or my keys – and panicking – I go and sit down next to his portrait by the piano – feeling silly.  “Sorry, elder brother, to bother you yet again. It is somewhere – you know where it is.  Please, please, will you show me?”   Nine times out of ten, it turns up;  my visual mind starts to work efficiently.  He is very kind.  “Oh, look! Thank you!”

It seems just adequate to align and  “locate” within myself;  to solicit the higher power’s compassion with my trivia.

Alchemical bas-relief on Notre-Dame - after Fulcanelli

Alchemical bas-relief on Notre-Dame – after Fulcanelli


Part One – Lost and Found

Cosmos is threaded through the roofs of houses on North London hills.

A couple of months ago, my friends’ mac was stolen – a present from her to him.  He left the car in his driveway on Crouch End Hill – just five minutes with the window open – to talk to a neighbour. When he came back, the mac was gone, and he hadn’t backed up  his thesis.

I felt devastated for my friends. I was in bits.  I lit a candle with Master R to burn all night, and I noticed in my fog of pain and little faith, how gentle the master’s eyes are, how kindly he looks.   Will you find it, elder brother? Can you see through space and time and thousands of houses, intentions and Karmic trails – the detail where the clock stops … even from your higher Quantum orbit, as Master of Civilisations?   Details and more details …  Any miracle is possible, with you.  

The mac’s tracking device located the street it was in (assisted by Apple store where they bought a new mac just in case/now refunded).  Early next morning they continued their detective work, and visited the nearby school – kids were milling around at the time of the theft – but the headmaster was no help.  The police wouldn’t do anything but bureau-fuck around. (I’ve heard this before.)

art notdoing the gardener

So my friends went into focused action -  we can and we will. The house was located when the mac went online –  it made a noise signal there which frightened the temporary owner, so he shut it again.  The message pinged on their mobile with the postcode.  At noon the two of them marched up the garden path and knocked. Young british man, about 25, and his mother upstairs who had a sprained ankle. Yes he has it, and gave it back – he said he was sorry, and shall we have a nice cup of tea? He bought it for 250 off the gang, which my friends repaid him – rather a lot but at least not as much as 1500 – towards the unlikely event of a refund.

jacobs ladder

The Heavenly Plan works out with tea and a lightness of  heart, far beyond the Elf & Safety net.

The thesis is still on the mac, nothing got lost.  I couldn’t wait to hear the long, detailed and miraculous story.  Miracle is wherever two planes enter co-ordinance, through our limited vision:  the way life truly and amazingly is.



Within my friends’ team work in concert with the skies, my hidden “inner contact” with Master R falls into a bucket with no bottom, called Faith.   Miracles are natural phenomena occurring seamlessly all the time, which we see incompletely. Hands and feet on the ground hold the focus. Detailed detection, good will and a cuppa, align with the skies … an odd movement or swirl of surrendering, including my collapse.

Master R has his quaint way of coming to my Little Faith rock-bottom – how?  because of  an old heart connection. I tried to draw him at the time. One attempt failed, and then I turned his photo upside down and tried again (this one), which went a bit better, and almost has something of that expression in his eyes.

Master R, 27 September

Master R, 27 September


My journal goes on to ponder … Creator-Destroyer? Indian philosophy is full of it – so is every other esoteric philosophy.  What is creator destroyer in my understanding, apart from Siva?

Arcanum16 tower

Here is the lightning-bolt of awakening – the casting down of old walls, the release of trapped energy, the destruction of lies.  This Tarot Key 16 – (whose tonal vibration is scarlet, Mars) – rules the voice:  how we speak – our expression and utterance.  It is called the House of God and is the Voice of God.  Its hebrew letter PEH is “mouth” with tongue. On the Tree of Life, it bridges Hod and Netzach:  where butterfly cracks the chrysalid.  In my pattern with Master R, this path of awakening led many times to his wisdom … beyond my speech.

When I see this Key – and also the phoenix rising from the ashes – I feel he is not far away.

The proverbial tower conceals a maiden in the fairy tales – the naked woman of truth by the well where the tower fell – Tarot key 17.

Arcanum 17 star


Creator destroyer is the Tower in Tarot. Creator destroyer is the black hole of Light in the galactic core. Creator destroyer is the old for the new:  white sunflowers.  In a blue healing radiance, a white sunflower ate the dead petals for its cyclic life;  and I heard Faure’s requiem.

Great teachers destroy ignorance.


I have a reverence for the Beautiful Castles in the air. Is that all they are?   Creator destroyer is a Beautiful Castle, curiously, and I think it is something which every artist knows.   On the whole I live a balance of it which is beauty – accessed inwardly. It has a molecular tension and the sea that breaks, and the life within the breaking seas.  I suffer acutely when things collapse and rebuild – first hand. I know when I am in despair and lost and skinless, and yet it is re-forming … fragile bridges of the Power.


Mira, Mukti, Poonjaji

Mira, Mukti, Poonjaji

Poonjaji and Meera in their caves and under trees by the Ganga … I read again that wonderful story and its Vrindavan atmosphere, and then T wrote in her blog about how surprised she was that they married, and she met and  talked to Meera in a friend’s house in London (it was my house) …  the thought returns, what a lot of people and happenings my ‘tardis’ council flat has held!   What it embraced!   What it holds now!   No wonder it overwhelms me –  it housed 57 varieties of the Advaita scene.

skipping fool & house

Poonjaji’s life story “Nothing Ever Happened” and  Ganapati Muni’s story (the root mantras) are helpful at present – re-opening the beloved proximity, the love for long sustained notes … (I put on the CD of the ultimate Om.)

The pulse of Gaia growing, the slow pulse surfacing through the destruction of walls that had grown – is the same as the everlasting OM I heard in a passing lorry outside – time stopped –  when I woke one morning in early 1988, snowdrop time.

snowdrop quantum, detail

Master R’s emblem is for me the phoenix, and who but the phoenix knows creation and destruction, rising from the ashes?   Oh!   the life and lives my house has held.


The inner life of an artist holds creation destruction, two halves of the same seed, in the everlasting OM.   Strength and wholeness tip toe shyly back into my YIN:  replacing my compulsion to shatter and cry at small disturbance.   I feel restored to myself – I wonder at what was suffered earlier, and its actual gold standard …  the universe.

I think most of us are unaware of the contagion of love in its extended ways,  How can we know what it means, if we never saw it work?

The contagion of love sustains – through my shatterings – my foundation here, to keep recalling, picking up, contemplating, nourishing, loving.  The power of that love, its contagion and community, its breath and circuitry, was how my friends’ computer was not lost.

Likewise the forgetting and the re-membering of God:  we come from God, we move towards and into God, for God to behold God:  there is no fixed point.  The creation/destruction paradox is the path of the mystic, the lover and beloved of God, the radiance.

Here is a song composed by Master R when in London circa 1754:

Song by Master R - "Jove when he saw my Fanny's Face ..."

Song by Master R – “Jove when he saw my Fanny’s Face …”



Part Two – Most Holy Trinosofia, Chapter Six – the Altar

Trinosofia altar, bird, torch 2


After a long break – this series continues.  You can find Master R’s chapter in the title bar Page – Trinosofia Texts;  scroll down to Chapter Six.  It feels pivotal in the work. Here is Manly P Hall’s Commentary on the illustration:

“The altar composed of the four elements, is triangular in shape. From this circumstance, two sacred numbers are produced: the square 4 plus the triangle 3 equals 7; and the four elements of the altar multiplied by the triangle, equals 12.

“From this, the composition of the world is made apparent. Nature is a triangular arrangement of four elements; and the divine world, of which the zodiac is a proper symbol, consists of these elements multiplied three times, or in their three primary states. The altar is the human body; its material parts – the square – are arranged in the spiritual order: a triangle. Upon the altar are the previous altar, bird and torch. We must understand them as salt, sulphur and mercury – body, spirit and soul.

“In the air above the altar is the crux ansata, the symbol of generation and fertility. Copper is the metal of Venus – a symbol of the reproductive energy of the soul. Venus is lucifer of the ancients – the light bearer, the star of self-knowledge. The power to multiply is common to both the internal and external man. As bodies generate bodies, so the inner body, the soul, generates the archetypes of personalities.

“By alchemy, wisdom perpetuates itself by applying to its own peculiar purposes the same laws by which forms are perpetuated in the corporeal sphere.

melchisedek at chartres

“The whole figure is a symbol of spiritual regeneration, the mystery of Melchisedek, who is his own father and his own mother, and is above the law. It sets forth perpetual re-energization by the use of the Stone. It tells of the very power which St-Germain (Master R) himself possessed, of continuing from century to century by means of the subtle Elixir, whose secret was known only to himself and his Masters. First the three parts of the composite man – spirit, soul, body – must be brought into equilibrium, and from this equilibrium is born the Homunculi or Crystal Man.


“This Man is an immortally generating Self capable of precipitating personalities at will, yet itself unchanged and unlimited by these personalities. Instead of the soul living in the body and prisoned by its limitations, the body lives in the soul. To the adept the physical form is an instrument for the expression of consciousness, intelligence and action – the candle, the bird and the burning altar.”

Manly P.Hall

Notre Dame de la Belle Verriere





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Second Birth


Children are wide awake at four, five, six years old to intellectual and spiritual and sexual atmosphere, and ask deep questions. After we go to school many of us lose that awakeness.


Sacred India Tarot 8 of Arrows - Bheeshma surrenders to Krishna

Sacred India Tarot 8 of Arrows

In India, Bhagavad Gita is the Song of God – a sacred space in the field of war – a blend of the sacrament and the battle, which is human; the Songs of God. The god Krishna comes right down into the battlefield, and gives the Teaching to Arjuna.

Something like this must have happened to Ali, the founder of Sufism.

When God told Ibrahim to slay his son, Ibrahim gave up his earthly (and obscuring) attachment to his son, who was then reborn to him consciously. Giving Isaac to God, he received his son.

Comment: This is the Second Birth in all the mystical traditions and in relationships as they evolve. The same “Mystery” is in Yeshua’s willing death, entombment and resurrection.   The seed dies into the ground to grow a tree. Water comes to the boil and gives up being water as it transmutes to a gas: to air.   When we humans awaken, when we pass that boil point, we are suddenly in connection with the whole of humanity;  we never were not.   The human consciousness is at present in this ferment just below the boil, with molecules popping into and out of air. In the subatomic world, particles collide and mutually annihilate, releasing a new particle or photon – the energy quanta of that death-rebirth: the conversation flows.

quantum subparticle interaction back and forth in spacetime 1988

quantum subparticle interaction back and forth in spacetime 1988

In the Heisenberg principle, position and motion of a particle cannot be simultaneously observed: the one cancels the other.   This is because a particle isn’t a point, but a wave. The human understanding dies – gives up its sense of doership – when it receives God:  it passes the boil-point.  Sufi poems are all written at and around the boil-point – or just past it.

I dreamed of flying, it felt like a preview of the ascent just past it: the awakening into a different register – a higher and simpler frequency.   The quantum leap is orbital – the electron waves around an atom are levels – space for space to move both inward and outward, and find expression.

scientist studies a particle

scientist studies a particle 1988

The true meaning of hierarchy is – orbital levels of consciousness:  higher or denser frequencies.  We do not attain to them personally:  they are reoccupied by the soul’s ascending or descending frequency which matches them, and this goes on all day in the mindstuff as in societies;  the process as in the subatomic world, is fluid.

On this principle is conceived the Messiah of each historical phase (be it a day or a lifetime), who holds the axis of the age. The Messiah holds the situational balance, from within.   Few recognise him or her, because “it takes a buddha to see a buddha.”  The Messiah might be working in a garage.

Freedom. Freedom follows this choice, which is made for us. Freedom turns towards it and follows it voluntarily, and opens the phoenix wings.   An old Greek word: Metanoia means to turn. It means to turn and face the music. It is the decision in any difficult and painful moment, to remember and turn to God.

Shepherdess 1988

Shepherdess 1988

There is a Kabbalistic tradition that just before we are born, an angel stops our eyes, ears and mouth: the angel removes our memory of who and what we are. We rediscover our full dimension in the toil of embodiment through babyhood, childhood, adulthood, space and time, relationships and the work and stress and fatigue and beauty of earth-plane. Mostly we do not yet wake from this dream, and more or less stay “dead” – lost in the drama. The second birth occurs when the biological birth reaches its full potential; it is then RIPE and ready to fall from the branch. At this point the biological birth “dies” into the living birth of the Spirit.

When we are born again, when we wake with the Spirit, our cosmic memory awakes:  we discover we always KNEW. This is not the linear, analytical mind, but Greater Mind, which is Being.

Hermes to his son Tat, 1987

Hermes to his son Tat, 1987

On the theme of maturity which is RIPENESS: I once read an old definition of “virgin” meaning “she who is ripe”. Jesus’s mother was in a ripe condition, for the Son of Man to be born to her – a birth of divine consciousness, which is earthed.   So much tragic nonsense and superstition and distorted belief has been written and dogmatized and preached about the simple and unfathomable Mystery.

In the ancient world, it was common for great Teachers to be born to “virgin” mothers – those who were physically and psychologically ripe to mother such a child;  conceived in the normal way.   The core Mystery transcends the religious one.   During the pregnancy, the mother-to-be received “annunciations” and signs that her child was unusual, and sometimes so did the father.

Miracle is a natural state of sacrament:  the points which are waves join up together.


violet crystal and snowdrop 1988

violet crystal and snowdrop 1988


over the flame

The theme of embodiment is universal. The Spirit descends into the density of our earth body; and it is our task to let the Spirit descend completely, and to ignite and to raise our soul into itSelf, through our limbs and our understanding and our dance around the fire. It ascends into the descending: the marriage of earth with heaven: inter-penetration.

Some mystics make the mistake of disembodying and giving up life. But the Light must be carried deep into the well, deep into the root, the pain of life, for the tree of life to blossom and bear fruit – collectively and individually.

In olden days, no man was allowed to study Kabbalah until he was at least 40, had raised a family and worked and demonstrated he can manage his life. He had to be mature – a whole human. He had to be ripe.

drinking glass on sea bed

When humanity is in a really desperate condition, invisible wise ones incarnate, are born, and get to work – like yeast in the bread. They are everywhere nowadays. The genuine ones are quiet, because they are tuned into the collective conscious ocean of which we all are pools.

So there is this tremendous spiritual ferment; the suffering, slaughter and corruption on the surface; and profound peace wherever the spirit Reality is touched and spoken.

Some of them woke in prison, in solitary confinement – like Aurobindo and Mandela.

I keep seeing the Triad.   A and C converge at B – the third point – where they ignite a spark: the separate A and C disappear; their child “B” is born as energy, dialogue, insight: the transcending Power which knows the way.   Surrender to God: then tension is gone.


Empathy triangles 12 June

Empathy triangles 2 12 June_0001


Adam and Eve needed the knowledge of life, of embodiment and of resistance.   In the garden of Eden, they were an idea in the bliss of God. Driven out of Eden, they descended – and still are descending – into Earth and Form, to realise and embody their full potential, which is Beauty. We say: for God to behold God in relationship. The Sufis say we emerge from and return into God.

In our history over the millenia, Adam and Eve are enacted again and again individually, always anew: their crisis embodies our evolution.


Adam & Eve 2008


As they descend, to work with their hands and feet, and suffer the human capacity for self deception and distortion in its entirety through thousands of generations, the seed in the ground which is the Spirit rises again and grows like bread: the Ascension. Whenever a human realises this in full and becomes a Buddha, that whole span of millennia – and many before and after it – extends One Moment: a single and all-encompassing sounding and seeing of the infinite variety.

Ripeness is maturity, full fruit and flower.

The Ascension is invisible except when we are quiet and reflect. Then we hear it. We hear its slow deep “schumann” pulse below our quicker human-tense one.   And we try to align our energy field and intentions and embodiment, to this long, slow wavelength; we try not to forget it. It is the truth.

Most human beings live in profound forgetfulness, dissociated from their origin, and tearing around in traffic jams.

My daughter processes in a long wavelength, a death and rebirth of her father.   Entering a new phase in her evolution, she is a person who makes things happen for others.  The gift in her is waking up.


I talk sometimes with a friend about meanings. At the outset, this seemed to me an awkward word; but now I use it happily, for it is alive, and it quickens inside. It is a term, used in philosophy and psychotherapy. The languages of Yin (receptive, intuitive) and Yang (active, logical) begin to join and find their coalescence.

English language is filled with inner “cabals” and playful resonances – such as the meaning of coalescence with convalescence, audially.  The subtle wit of Sanskrit and Hebrew roots is mirrored like trees around a pond: I smile.

Without meanings, we are dead. The meanings connect us mutely to our spiritual prehistory, and as we rediscover them, we are reborn into the whole: the meanings vibrate beyond – yet still within my small city of ideas.

The meanings are our survival: our heart: our loving connectivity:  Gaia in the solar system among the stars.

Conventions (as in parenting) decay and atrophy.   As the conventional meanings die, the deeper one is born. Always …  the deeper meaning parents the child.







My adventure invites fellow travellers. I am a poet, an artist and a seer. I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.

This blog is a vehicle to promote also my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books). Watch this space.

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If you want to change the world, love a man


I found this poem reblogged to, and am inspired to reblog it here also, to read many times. For me it says it ALL. Enjoy!

Originally posted on Consciousness Around the Kitchen Table:


Another poem I wish I wrote.

If you want to change the world love a man; really love him
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time
Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him…

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Letting in the Language of Light

Tarot Arcanum 6 The Lovers


What is detachment?  What is separation?

Detachment distances A from B, sufficient to get a clear view of B, and thus they are in relationship.   Detachment is the noble Buddha nature:  intimacy without entangling. Rafael’s calm clarity presides.

Separation is A tugging away from B, while tightly bound together.  They are blindfold – too close-up to be in relationship:  their belief is locked in separateness, which avoids relationship.   If I stand on a cliff and look down at the sea, I see the rocks, the fishes and the beauty deep down.   When I am in the sea, I cannot see!    When I am climbing the mountain I am too close to it – and struggling –  to see its shape at dawn.

And yet we must swim … and we must climb … and we must be, to see again.


Painting by Jung, 4 January 1920 - Watering Hades.  Inscription reads: "This the holy caster of water.  The Cabiri grow out of the flowers which spring from the body of the dragon.  Above is the temple."

Painting by Jung, 4 January 1920 – Watering Hades. Inscription reads: “This the holy caster of water. The Cabiri grow out of the flowers which spring from the body of the dragon. Above is the temple.”   How Aquarian this is!


In the Red Book, Jung shot down a proud enemy.  He says:  “I forced a greater and stronger one to be my friend.  Nothing should separate me from him, the dark one.  If I want to leave him, he follows me like my shadow … Who succeeded in crossing the borders of this realm with good grounds, pure conscience and obeying the law of love?  … Who is it that tore apart his own heart to unite what has been separated?”

He turns to meet his Shadow. “He will turn into fear if I deny him …  In that I accepted myself, I divided myself into two, and in that I united myself with myself.”

As in The Lovers, Tarot Key 6, whose hebrew letter is ZAIN, sword-tip, he parted his selves with the blade of discernment and turned them to face each other openly:  to dialogue reciprocally and become united.  The sword tip moves deftly, to un-mix things. It separates ingredients so they stand in relation with one another.  It reverses co-dependency – when humans are mixed up with each other, they cannot see clearly.



In this picture-story, I abandoned drawing (and writing) with my right hand, and started to do it with my left.  You can too – and see how it feels.


Detachment is lucid union – a major achievement with one’s shadow, as with the beloved!  We turn to look and see.  Be still and know that I am.   This is not easy when the gut is churning or worrying black soul-nights.

But we turn (metanoia) to see.   To see is to befriend.   This beautiful word metanoia means “repent” – whose true meaning is “to turn and learn.”  To turn … is choosing and letting in the Light.


Unity is not alone.   Unity is dialogue, the passing to and fro of Being.






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Aquariel – an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life.

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Sufi Thread & Koestler’s Paradox

Here is a long and wandering Sunday post, in two parts:  written a few months ago.  The first part is a twirl of Sufi lambswool, followed by two of Alan Jacobs’ poems.  In the second part I dig up some ideas on language, from Arthur Koestler’s Act of Creation, which have inspired me.


Body tree Tao

Body tree Tao


25 May 2014   – Thoughts on Sufi 

In the religious battle, Ali raised his sword to slay his enemy. At that moment the enemy spat in his face. Ali sheathed his sword and saw his own anger. It was against the law to kill when moved by the blind emotion of rage. Ali said his real enemy is the anger itself, and this he must meet with clarity: a path of love.

And we have to receive the truth of this, as it is. No sword can slay it.

And so, consciousness within the emotion was stirred, and a spiritual path was born – Sufism.

Sufism is to Islam what Kabbalah is to orthodox Judaism, and Rosicrucean Alchemy is to the Christian faith – the concealed Revelation.   In the middle ages, Sufi masters and Jewish sages studied together and pooled their wisdom. It was a highly creative period in history. The disciplines of sacred geometry, alchemy and astrology were cross-fertilized, and inform us to this day.

Islamic geometry after Keith Critchlow

Islamic geometry after Keith Critchlow

In the 14th century, Christendom – then in full temporal power – began to persecute the Jews and Moslems, and to set them against each other.   Yet the three religions – Star, Cross and Crescent – share the root of Abraham … cross crescent

… and before Abraham was, I AM.

Orthodox religion is based on faith and the commandments.   It holds a society and its family systems together, on an organized ethical foundation. The religious concept is exteriorized into temples, churches and a priesthood “out there”. The follower seeks that guidance, protection and safe identity – a house of God. Each dominant religion fell into the crisis of worldly power, corruption and intolerance.   This is inevitable, with the everyday mind’s tendency to divide and rule, and to mount a crusade.   What is more powerful, or more possessive, than an idea?   What are the bloodiest wars fought over?

The esoteric or hidden way arises through direct revelation of essence.   It comes from “within”, and historically, the religious establishments fear and mistrust it. It lives at the margin of society. It prays and is creative for humanity, for it transcends the individual. This spiritual path encounters the same kind of crisis as the religious one – mental inflation. The personal ego may at any moment get hold of a spiritual voltage, get supercharged, and distort and exploit the truth for power and influence over other souls. There are enormous temptations and misunderstandings. The mystic fights a holy war with this tendency!

The psychological paradox is real, in each individual life.   What do I project “out there” and what do I receive “in here”? Why am I me, and not you, yet each of us throughout history, is the centre of all things, for ever, including dying? – most people run for dear life from this question!

No human being, however materialist or atheist, can escape or explain the quantum – the mystery – of his/her existence.   Most minds are more comfortable with putting the existential focus “out there”, into politics, management or belief (conventionally) – but a few are aware of it “from within” (which sets them apart).   Each of us navigates that interplay (“out there” versus “from within”) to a certain extent, because we all are human, and influence each other.   From paradox, life is born.

From the battlefield a way of light is born.   (See Bhagavad Gita Chapter 2).

What is paradox?   The word para means “beyond” or “to one side of”, and the word doxa means “the soul” or “the capacity to understand”.   We experience paradox in each collision of opposites, and the way is extraordinarily life-giving. Day/night. Grief/laughter.   Male/female. Sharp/soft.   Light/shadow. Death/birth. Summer/winter. There is no painting of humanity without God’s dark brush-strokes. There is no shadow without the light.   (See Koestler on The Logic of Laughter, PART 2 of this post).

What is paradox? Paradox is polarity.   Paradox is the battlefield of the inner life with the outer climate. Creation is also destruction. The acorn dies to become an oak. The egg dies to become an embryo, the seed to become a plant, the scholar dies to be born a sage.   The paradox is a catalyst. Human growth happens when a person cannot “explain” reality, but enters and surrenders to it.   What is surrender? A way of dancing.

Islamic patterns, after Critchlow

Islamic patterns, after Critchlow

The spiritual path seeks peace, because it is born from conflict.   A person on a spiritual path may discover it through the pain of life, for it opens into honesty and love. Realisation comes, with the acceptance that conflict and love are one and the same polarity.

The essence of conflict is peace.   There is no conflict in the coming in and the going out of the tide: there is an unbroken circling movement, like the breath.   (J.Krishnamurti).

Conflict suggests the opposing extremes to each side. And we experience conflict – stress – when our nature is loaded to excess.

The essence of conflict is the moving, fluid centre which is “balance”.

Yet we are creatures of conflict. Our atoms are those of the aeons of Earth through the conflict of fire and ice, eruption and downpour, moisture and the lightning flash, ocean and rock, and the fishes of Nature who eat each other, red in tooth and claw.   It is an enormous human challenge to be aware of the seeds of conflict within ourselves, and to awaken, through them.

Conflict is not “bad”. Conflict is the unbroken circling of Nature, of life through death.


The angels of God – or Source – are cosmic phenomena.   They may be subatomic conduits, intergalactic or in miniature. They are expressions of qualities in the universe.   They are functions, and they have no choice but to serve what they are. They cannot alter, for they are timeless.   Human beings have the in-born capacity to turn, to change and to grow, which is time.   This is because we have all seven chakras and are therefore earthed; we do time on earth.   The angels only have the upper four, and the animal kingdom only has the lower four. Only the human has the full spectrum.   (search Angels in

The angels are the same as the gods in the Hindu and Buddhist pantheon.   They use our hands and feet and gravity when we are willing.   They are pictured as winged beings. They are an interconnected cosmic intelligence, with special functions.   They join up the stars. The entire cosmos is Greater Mind.

solomon's seal tetrahedrons How to draw a five point star pentacle

A Kabbalist's view of universals

A Kabbalist’s view of universals

It is told that among the angels of God, Satan disagreed. Satan’s element is the glorious fiery one. He was Lucifer, the light bearer. When he too was ordained to defer to the human element, ADAMH, the clay, he rebelled; for fire is far superior and more subtle than wet old earth.

(NB: in Hebrew, ADM spells clay, and the H is HEH, the life-breath God/JHVH breathed into the clay.)

So Satan became the tempter of Providence. The Adam Eve seed of humanity rested in a timeless garden, in the upper worlds. Satan beguiled them with the fruit of knowledge, and they entered the dimension of time and space: the division of NOW into past and future: the labour and toil of the generative cycle, towards return to the Great Circle.   The descent is into Knowledge and full Consciousness.   At first they feel blind and driven. They were driven into sexual conflict and limitations.   They were desperate to reproduce, for they knew they would die.

Adam and Eve were of the Upper World which is paradise – a region of the mind which Kabbalists call Olam Yetzirah, the World of Formation.   To a large extent, we continue to live inside the formative world of our mind and the power of fixed ideas, and are not sufficiently earthed in our bodies.   That is why we as a species are at odds with our environment and with nature, and why we fall ill.   So the spiritual path – especially in the west – insists on developing our Earth centres along with the metaphysical focus, to receive in full, the word of God.

Our world is assymetrical – a movement towards completion. Nature is based on the ellipse rather than the perfect circle. The nucleus is weighted to one side of the ellipse or egg, and so there is cell division, birth, and the unbroken movement towards equilibrium.   In every part of nature and the animal kingdom and the human soul, there is the strife towards completion:  the heart’s systole, diastole, the tide:  this is Life.

gravatar rose egg

The Sufi path puts theory and theology into practice. The aim is to not only hear the Word, but embody it. There is a movement from the centre, like a flame.   It oscillates, it trembles a little to each side.   It has a pulse, a rhythm.   It grows like the spiral of branches around the stem of a tree. It becomes a dance. The gravitational core is this movement from stillness: stillness is soft and all-encompassing. It is moved from side to side; and fore and aft; and in every direction, like the rays of the Sun.   This is the sacred fire.

The path of love, through dance, song and the poet, stretches out to each side, embracing the unknown future, unconditionally.   It is a path of ecstasy.

solstice dervish

solstice dervish

The fluent centre reaches out, like branches from the tree in the breeze, embracing the future. Reality is present. The present contains the paradox of past and future, in a circle where they are One – the timeless present.

We cannot “see” the future, unless our “NOW” is so wide that we perceive the encircling landscape – past, present, future – from above.   This happens when the consciousness is raised to a higher and deeper level, like the bird of fire, the Phoenix.

The Masters in the sufi and other esoteric traditions, sustain this strata of human consciousness, and we as seers can access it, when our focus is raised to that plane.   It is a shared plane – an orbital (hierarchic) level, like the electron’s relation by number, to the nucleus.

We deal with what we carry from the past – our memory and the issues laid down, to re-enact. How do we integrate and let go the past?   By embracing the future in an unlimited way.   The marrying of our sense of past with our feeling of “future” is an eternal child – the present, the Now.   From this – like a wave travelling concentrically – our past transforms.   Our idea of the past transforms.

Our past is nourished on what we feed it, from the future: and thus it transforms.

Our past is a feature of the present. It is like looking down into a pool, the depth of the water. Our memory is a well, whence the stories we believe in, are told.   It is here and now, and being re-told.

The Wandering Fool by a well, 1988

The Wandering Fool by a well, 1988


The Sufi dance movement is like the Tao in ancient Chinese philosophy.   The Great Circle holds a moving point – the balance of Yin and Yang.   The same point is within the Sri Chakra Yantra lattice, in the Indian tradition, and in all mandalas, yantras and yogas.

67 The Sri Chakra Yantra

The Sufi dance movement oscillates into a kind of T’ai Chi (which centres the dantien, in the belly.)   In life, as we reach the limit in one situation, another is opened: as one breath ends, the next one is received.   “I open where I close” (J.K.Rowling). And so it is, from side to side.   So God is praised, like the way a blade of grass is stirred by the wind.

Tao Cycle, seasons

Tao Cycle, seasons


The Sufi shares with other hidden paths, the stem of unity, an open secret.   All religious and spiritual revelations converge to the simple source.   In the apex of a pyramid, the peak of a mountain, nothing divides the sky.   But down the sides, down the ridges, rivers and valleys, the Word gets divided into culturally separate entities who – unable to see the peak – consider themselves apart, and quarrel.   The power of the source revelation, fuels – alas – war and ignorance.

A tapestry or eastern carpet is woven on a loom.   Horizontally are sewn the colours, the patterns and the stories – the lambswool threads are dipped in strong dyes.   This is life.   But the core of the thread itself is white lambswool with no dye, vertical through the loom’s warp and weft.   This is the pure Sufi consciousness, through the colour spectrum.

The Sufis in the old days, were called “wool wearers”. They are persecuted by fundamentalists, who say they betray the faith.

turning dervish

turning dervish

There are denominations and sects within Sufism, but they all follow Ali in principle. Some call him God. Worshippers idealise an individual who stands before God.  But worship is a signal – five times daily, to unroll a sacred mat and let nothing but Heaven stand between.



I think Ali the War Leader identified his anger and recognised its divinity, because it can be worked with. It is a seed of life.   I think he recognised the primal conflict in human nature, and embraced it – not by opposing it, but by accepting the movement:   the polar opposites. The dark with the light:  the Satanic with Allah.   (In Kabbalah, we call Satan the Tester – he has an essential role.) The climatic forces.

Whenever there is true paradox, and a meeting of opposites, there is ecstasy, a natural state.   It is like clapping hands, or like wave-currents in the sea which run together and break into white spray.   It is a condition in the mind which throws all questions open and no answers enclose them. It is the union and dissolving of past and future concepts in the Now.   It is the absence of separation.   Many sages break out laughing when “it happens”.   It is the natural way of life, the Buddha laughs, the tension breaks, and it opens to beyond the stars.   Who knows what will happen next?

But Sufism is born from conflict, stress, opposition, war. Sufism is born from the establishment of a religious empire, by Mohammed’s right hand man.  From the setting of things apart, to combat each other, Sufism is born.   It draws the combatants together, and journeys into the human interior.

In other words, Sufism (in my understanding) knows the transcendent Self, the awakening of consciousness in a moment of tribal or religious enmity.

lord siva on his tao

lord siva on his tao

Sufi Dervishes wore long moustaches.   In the olden days, a man when making a major promise or commitment, would pull out a hair of his moustache.


On Conflict and Paradox

These various threads need to be pulled together, to view Sufism’s root perception of conflict and paradox.

There is Self-enquiry. We become aware of naked feelings of anxiety and trauma, hearing and giving them room, instead of spinning off into who’s to blame or who did what, or I can’t help it.

What does the Sufi way offer?   The Sufi way – divested of whoever it wears – becomes conscious (perhaps in a great interior storm) and is in movement with it.   The Sufi way is a path of love.   It is non-resistant.   So we love others BECAUSE of what they said or did which annoyed us, because it is perfect to their unique being.   We love them for that; otherwise it is not love, it is a fantasy.

The path of love however, is transpersonal. It is more like the unlimited flow and love of life as is: the force of creation.   It is universal like the force of gravity.   Irrepressibly, it moves to dance and sing and flower.   The pairs of opposites are lovers.   The hardships in the past, are marvels.   The shadows are a glory. Suffering is also laughter, and lightness of heart.   The poet cannot help drumming the strings.

The way of love opens to each side, a moving fluid centre.

Embracing future, Reality is present.

The Present includes the paradox of past and future.

Why does religious belief divide believers from non-believers?

Do we care? Or do we exploit?

What is the political block in human development?



A Note on the Firebird

The Phoenix lives and moves on inner meanings. When a refugee called Farid arrived in UK, he lost his environment, ecology, social setting, friendly contacts, power connections, and his dominant male and spiritual role in general.

The body of the Phoenix, deprived of the meaningful texture to Farid’s life, couldn’t exist. The body itself was burned and died.  He suffered a depression and took to his bed.

When Farid learned – with great difficulty – to accept his position, and to let his wife do a nurse’s training and go out to work, new meanings entered his life and his Understanding. The body of the Firebird filled with life again, and lifted its wings.

These meanings and symbols cannot exist in isolation. They are interactive with all aspects of changing life, and the world. That is what gives them life. The humanities start to flow together, when Farid connects in a fresh way with his environment and his family.   He adapts: his family thread is interwoven with the social warp and weft: and through this, with humanity at large.  His daughters go to university and achieve responsible positions in society.  He respects his wife in a new way as his equal, because she held the family together through the worst years. He becomes a skilled carpenter. He regains his centre of gravity, while grieving the culture he left behind.   He lives with his losses: his family values, grafted onto the new reality, thrive.

The Phoenix is self-created.   Farid’s conditioned concept of the human family was altered.   This is survival.  I am moved by his story, and admire his courage.


 A Philosophical Poem:

Unseen Weaver, by Alan Jacobs

Here stands a loom of Time in duration,
born of Infinity, in consummation
with Life, ever void of time.
The sun and moon a shuttle upward climb,
weaving to and fro as night and day,
a splendid pageant, a colour play.

Strung on warp and weft of cosmic unity
the back of the vast, embroidered tapestry
derives from the formless One.
The face in every colour, radiates the Sun.
The tones reflect from archetypal light
unabsorbed … an unequalled sight.

Only what’s allowed by unseen hand
appears as moving panorama, a horizontal band,
a magic painting of the world.
Through it, each vertical thread is whirled
as Light without duality
unique, unparalleled, the Self Reality.

Coated by golden fleece and white angelic wool,
and dyed in deepest vat of destiny’s darkened pool …
does the holy cloth that’s woven with love
quarrel with his Weaver who beholds from above?

Rather, wrapped in warming cloak at rainbow’s end,
eternal pilgrim adores his Mighty Friend.

Alan Jacobs, April 1993

Acrostic Poem

Analogy and metaphor are interwoven,
Criss crossing poet’s weft and warp.
Rigid tight are guiding strings, form and symmetry;
Over, around it broods the standpoint – truth.

Supreme silence invokes devotion.
There is time for speech and rhetoric
In verse framing the subtle play of thought
Catching threads into One tapestried splendour.

Perhaps you find this Work over ambitious
Or at best, a well intentioned foolish error.
Endeavour to follow the hero’s way -
Men, timid as mice and fearing failure, achieve no thing.

So the weaver tries his skill to make some useful cloth.

Alan Jacobs, early 1990s

beginning a sufi dance




Arthur Koestler on Humour and Creative Paradox
(from “The Act of Creation” 1964)

 Koestler begins by examining the paradox of humour and its relation to the paradox of creativity.

“L” (fig.1) is idea.   “M” (fig 2) is frame of reference.

1 Koestler diagram on humour paradox

In figure 2 two frames of reference intersect: M1 and M2.

2 Koestler diagram on humour paradox

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… and so on.

“If (Koestler) “you strive hard enough to get to India, you are bound to get to some America or other. … For instance, the technician who set out to find a way to synchronise the rate of fire of a machine-gun with the revolutions of an air-screw, discovered an excellent way of imitating the lowing of a cow.”

(Einstein) “It seems to me that what you call full consciousness is a limit case which can never be fully accomplished. This seems to me connected with the fact called the narrowness of consciousness.”

(Lichtenberg) – “It (not ‘I’) thinks.”   Cancel Descartes “Cogito, ergo sum” !



On Language and Dance (1988, inspired by Koestler’s The Act of Creation)

The rhythm in the written language, its voice, determines its content and imagery. The melody should follow the feeling – not the other way round.

Language is an orchestra, not a solitary pipe on a Greek hillside.

When sensation comes to say – it should river the rhythm into its way of speaking. This often happens subconsciously. If language should be all one colour, however seductive, it would only be able to tell the one thing.

Polyphonic language – carrying many thematic levels – is not therefore a matter of words, but of letting the rhythm break up into its various encounters and surprises of itself. Else we get bored with the same tune. We get bored with the same palette.

I like scientific language, which uses tools. And I like Koestler, who writes very well indeed. His phrasing falls into the mode of the imagery which comes up into it – sometimes staccato and rich like a jester. Then long and rich phrases, for some mythology.   … …

Now, a metre can become so sugar sweet that it is a defense against the diversity of the orchestra. It becomes encysted. When my mind can prattle so easily and make all kinds of puns from my map, beware. Because that leads to self pity – a drone which the truth cannot get through.

Language can be like a rough, rough rock – and must, to throw rocks – so long as what comes out is seen. Language should not be too slick and Watteau’d. If it is grief, then break its heart. If it is sex, then pulse it. If it is a sea journey, then let the long (wine-dark) waves run into it.

So to write is like making music.

Before you play, you get a feel of the “dance”.   It moves inside you, it begins to oscillate. And so when the thoughts come, their initial pattern in word or sound is not that important. Get a feel of the dance or flavour of the fish which pushes it up, which ripples the deltas of awareness. Let that thing there, whatever it is, show you what its real speech is. Stand away from the surface propositions, the easy atomic concepts; throw them away. They have their uses, but not all of the time.

cornwall 2011 175


26 May 2014 – To Twine all this Together …

Language is society. Language is family system. Language is relationship. Language is dance and song.   Language is receptivity.

Language is meaning.

Without language – interior, social or cultural – we are lost. Without language, we cannot connect.

Language is the pulse of the worshipper. It is the Sufi singer-dancer’s language with Allah/Ali, and the Taoist’s movement with the Chi.

Without language, without connection, we are refugees at the gate of an alien and apparently hostile language pattern.

We reach a crossroads.   We turn within the crossroads, to receive all directions.

Humour collides two frames of reference, the solemn and the droll, collapsing into mirth … and connecting through laughter – “the mind stops”.. (See Koestler’s fig.2)

Creativity is the collision of two frames of reference, the formal and the “out of bounds” which awakes the psyche in amazement, demolishing and healing a linear block.

Linear language constrains and dies.   Creative language releases and lets live.   As the creative energy ascends into the air, through release, the well is cleared for unimagined insights that lay in the deep.   Nature abhors a vacuum. Osmosis draws up moisture from the root, to the sun.   And the leaves come out.

This is language.

The rising Phoenix archetype is language – the language of interior connection and the capacity to recreate Life.   In Farid’s resurrection, he allowed himself to die, and to be reborn. His wife Sahar was able to give him that space, by taking responsibility for the family’s adaptation to its new home. She was a strong woman, and she took her opportunity. This allowed her husband to redevelop his role in the family.

Nobody achieves anything in isolation – not Farid, and not Sahar.   The strength of their relationship, and their love for their daughters, brought them through all the obstacles which their older language could no longer surmount.

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priestess with lynx 2002


Words are the trivia of modern dead language as commerce, without number or resonance. The Word in poetry or in sacrament is hieroglyphic and alive.

The Word!

long eared lynx 2003

It is in and of the spine of my soul.  In a Red Book footnote, I misread “the Anointed is supposed to return, but no longer in the flesh but in the spine.”  Actually spirit, but I saw at first spine, because of the small print.

This is food for thought: be not of the flesh but in the spine!   Here is the listening organ.

Then listen! For in the nerve threads, the coloured underground cables of my spine, flows Akasha, information.   Isn’t that what Akasha the etheric element is?   Akasha stores the divine memory of all that is and was and is to be.   This is the domain of the High Priestess.


Tarot Key 2 - Builders of the Adytum deck

Tarot Key 2 – Builders of the Adytum deck – her planet is the Moon


I associate her also with  “Earth-Receptive” in the I Ching – as in the Gene Keys (see link below.)  Gene key 2 is my Yesod – my “sphere of attraction”.

It is good to reflect at length and organically here; where the powers of attraction and what is drawn into this field are determined.

The High Priestess sits quiet and still, but is a blossoming fountain of the Tree of Poemegranates, red-orange in the cool veil between pillars of Solomon. From her  lap flows a leaping white river.   Her womb is concealed by the Torah scroll she holds over it. The scroll unrolls a little, like a sea wave crest.   In it is written all that was, is, and is to be: JHVH in the cross of Light she wears.

wave break, cornwall 2011 274


Tarot is an anagram of TORAH, the wisdom and the Law.  In Tarot, each of the 22 Keys carries the Hebrew letter/number which is one ahead of it.  This is because Tarot begins with Key 0, The Fool, whose letter is ALEPH, letter 1 in the alphabet.

Through the picture-writing, each flower contains the seed of the flower:  the script to be.

2 swan & camel 1987

The Priestess is Key 2, but her letter is GIMEL (3) whose symbol is the camel. The camel carries water across the Empty Quarter between the wells, and transports messages among humankind.

The mystery of Two contains this natural 3, the Letter of fertility.  It births a playful child, the One.

Return to the One. Be here and now. Unity.


Letters gimel daleth heh

Letter GIMEL - wheatsheaf with man

Letter GIMEL – wheatsheaf with man


The Priestess and the I Ching Two illumine each other in my Tree-of-life foundation.   Her planet is the Moon, she receives and reflects the Sun.   The Yin right through the hexagram is a well, receiving the One.


I Ching Earth-receptive 2 & Gimel






Priestess of black Isis 2 lynx - detail

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The Djinn and the Eternally Vulgar


Point, line, solid ... in sacred geometry

Point, line, solid … in sacred geometry

This sketch shows God’s hand (four-dimensional) dipped through our flat-earth pool.  The flat earth human observes, astonished, five apparently unrelated islands appear … move around … and disappear – and bases his/her scientific/statistical/political data on that.


I have been writing in my other blog, about Tetrahedrons and the way their sacred geometry IS our natural life form.

Firstly here is a cube:

heart of cube, sides, points, pyramids

heart of cube, sides, points, pyramids

Those same 6 pyramids inverted into the cube of life, converge to their shared apex, the cube’s centre point.

The cube’s 6 sides circumscribe the six points of the Tetrahedral Star of Solomon.   Never is there an end to contemplating the six-sided solar photon, the source of life and of our being.

bota cube - Version 4

cube and tetrahedrons (1990)

cube and tetrahedrons (1990)

Through the lattice of Solomon – the interwoven tetrahedrons – is expressed every nuance of the king and bride:  the Song of Solomon.

Chandra Moon in Jyotish

An Indian version – Chandra Moon in Jyotish


“Listen!  my lover!  here he comes,
leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills. 
My lover is a gazelle or young stag:
Lo! He stands behind my wall, 
gazing through my window, 
peering through the lattice …

(song of Solomon)




Jung at about the time he met Idzubar.  His eyes are fierce with wonder

Jung at about the time he met Idzubar. His eyes are fierce with wonder

The Red Book
In his Red Book, Jung gave birth like a mother to the firebird, and lay shattered, a broken shell, as the firebird “cruelly, unthinkingly, spread its wings and flew up into infinite space … the emptiness of the depths opened beneath me.

red book - Jung's painting of Idzubar the God of the ancient world

red book – Jung’s painting of Idzubar the God of the ancient world.  Jung disabled him with a poisoned word – he told him about modern sciences … and was stricken with remorse.

red book - Jung's painting of the opening of the egg in which he confined Idzubar

red book – Jung’s painting of the opening of the egg in which he had confined and carried Idzubar

“He who wanted to go down with the sun found me through his downgoing. I became his nocturnal mother who incubated the egg of the beginning. And he rose up renewed, reborn to greater splendour. While he rises however, I go down …

“I lay there like a child bearer cruelly mauled and bleeding her life into the child, uniting life and death in a dying glance, the day’s mother, the night’s prey. My God had drunk my highest power into him …

“What remains of human nature when the God has become mature and has seized all power? Everything incompetent, powerless, eternally vulgar, adverse and unfavourable – reluctant, diminishing, exterminating, everything absurd … the God suffers when man does not accept his darkness. Consequently, man must have a suffering God so long as they suffer from evil … …

“If the God draws near, your essence starts to seethe, and the black mud of the depths stirs up.

Sacred India Tarot dark queen

“Man stands between emptiness and fullness.”

C.G.Jung, The Red Book

His Individuation included the condition of the Dark Womb.

Sacred India Tarot - Birth of the Buddha

Sacred India Tarot – Birth of the Buddha – after the Buddha child was born, she died.

I felt, reading this passage, that the God jumped out of the tiny scientific boxes, more than a century ago, leaving the greater human element that believes in the boxes, destitute for the eternally vulgar.

The polarity of our time, is the eternally vulgar with the Immanent Reality. The great Phoenix flew up into the cosmos and is everywhere, but the tiny boxed ones cannot see it. So they go on with their inventive technology and their measurements. My smaller mind goes on filing complaints.   But nowadays, having grasped that I do, I complain less.

For instance, it feels just fresh to have bathed and washed my hair – as good as preening firebird’s feathers. This morning, reading Jung,  the God, the divine fire bird is EVERYWHERE, awaiting the tiny quantum leap from the dark blind dream.

soul tetrahedrons: the Tetrahedron is a four-sided triangle - the most stable form in sacred geometry.  Connectivity, four points on four faces, through centre and polarities:  the point is both centre and corner.

Soul tetrahedrons: the four points of the interior, inverted one, touch the four faces of the external one.  The Tetrahedron is a four-sided triangle – the most stable form in sacred geometry. Connectivity, four points, four faces, through centre and polarities: the point is both centre and corner:  the 4 in the 3.

Perhaps the Quantum physics discovery in the 1920s & 30s (during Nazi nadir) was and is the actual Divine Order. It rose like a djinn from the bottle.   Most of the shut-I minds think it is a separate science, however enigmatic; they do not live the paradox or make the connection with their inner self in the Quantum … they are still in bud.

Einstein was working on Relativity at the same time as Jung’s Red Book: both of them Swiss. Around them seethed the European tide of carnage and slaughter.


The Djinn - Mercurius and the bottle imp - 1988

The Djinn – Mercurius and the bottle imp – 1988

For me in the 1980s, Frijof Capra’s Tao of Physics gave me the key!   At once I saw the subatomic interactions in life, and in my soul and connectivity, back and forth in time, the Divine Aquarian.   But Fred’s friend Professor Ernst (a physicist) blinked and scoffed: “it is amusing.”   He was a bitter man, afreud of jung … he couldn’t connect, he was an expert and he made me feel a fool.   I painted his daughter’s portrait in daffodil yellow.

The age of Aquarius, the Great Water Bearer, is still opening. The Divine Aquariel is in all our being, throughout our skies and instruments, and in the soles of my tired feet.  All it takes, is to stop blinking for a moment … let in the power of NOW.   But the human condition is attached to the drama of pain, pollution and platform soles out there – a parallel Reality.

What to do, here and now? Keep the home fire alight, relieve pain wherever it is present. Physician, to thy Self be true; and truth travels along the wave.   Some of us have a gift to relieve pain in others, and some of us are in training for it.   I need to learn to listen, rather than to advise or fix.  Where there is deep relaxation, the current flows naturally.   It is transpersonal.  We humans isolate sex from life.  When there is no conditioning, all is life, where I come from and am.  I am seed, orgasm, birth, embryo.

kekuli serpent

“My lifetimes are not open ended.
In my molecular chemistry and in my genes,
the compounds curve or close
into chains or rings.

“The law comes back
to planets around the sun -
time’s fullness passes through
their orbiting plane, as space.

“The Law comes back to Nature
where the dragon’s head eats tail
to guard the egg
our scientists of little brain would pick to pieces.”

The Masters’ Eye, 2004


Melusina, sea horse and Poseidon 1988

Melusina, sea horse and Poseidon 1988

Mercurius Hermes Trismegistos

Mercurius Hermes Trismegistos


Greetings of glad tidings - 1988

Greetings of glad tidings – 1988


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Red book - Jung's painting of the Sun boat of the soul - detail in "Opening of the Egg"

Red book – Jung’s painting of the Sun boat of the soul – detail in “Opening of the Egg”





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In the Sea and onto the Beach



In my previous post – the Altar, Bird, Torch with Master R – (and also The Desert Rose in my other blog) the traveller begins his journey in the desert.  These passages from C.G.Jung’s Red Book companion it:

“Your heights are your own mountain, which belongs to you and you alone. There you are individual and live your very own life.

“If you live your own life, you do not live the common life, which is always continuing and never ending, the life of history and the inalienable and ever-present burdens and products of the human race. There you live the endlessness of being, but not the becoming. Becoming human belongs to the heights and is full of torment. How can you become if you never are? Therefore you need your bottommost, since there you are. But therefore you also need your heights, since there you become.”


I am deep down in myself just now, this morning, standing in the ravine, looking up and out among my mountains of affection, sharpened cares, and failures, the way they peak the sky.  In alchemy we are called “the miners of the mountains.”   Within the mountain strata are veins of congealed sunlight, the living gold.   This is life, and all the weathers.

I recall right now, a very early childhood nightmare (age 3 or 4?)  – a range of glittering white mountains, all of them wept with some unendurable song of the Spirit:  I cried, and ran to my parents’ bed.

"The Fish's Tail`" - annapurna2,

“The Fish’s Tail`” – annapurna2,


There is more, on the heights and in the depths, and: “You think you are standing still like swamp water, but slowly you flow into the sea that covers the earth’s greatest deeps, and it is so vast that firm land seems only an island imbedded in the womb of the immeasurable sea. As a drop in the ocean you take part in the current, ebb and flow. You swell slowly on the land, and slowly sink back again in interminably slow breaths. You wander vast distances in blurred currents and wash up on strange shores, not knowing how you got there. You mount the billows of huge storms and are swept back again into the depths …

wave break one

  “You had thought that your movement came from you and that it needed your decisions and efforts, so that you could get going and make progress. But with every conceivable effort you would never have achieved that movement and reached those areas to which the sea and the great wind of the world brought you.”

There is so much here about the brilliant underworld of the sea, that I feel his paintings and their colours begin to stir. There would evolve – I think – the “method” whereby the unknown surfacing onto distant shores becomes lucid, and delivers itself through subconscious-associative “strings”. There is  a mystery and an accuracy.   There is a condition of watchfulness: the music.   Be still and know I am God.


“But from far off, your heights shine to you above the sea in a golden light, like the moon emerging from the tide, and you become aware of yourself from afar. And longing seizes you and the will for your own movement. You want to cross over from being to becoming, since you have recognised the breath of the sea and its flowing, that leads you here and there without your ever adhering: you have also recognised its surge that bears you to alien shores and carries you back, and gargles you up and down.

wavebreak 2

“You saw that it was the life of the whole and the death of each individual. You felt yourself entwined in the collective death, from death to the earth’s deepest place, from death in your own strangely breathing depths.

“Oh – you long to be beyond; despair and mortal fear seize you in this death that breathes slowly and streams back and forth eternally. All this light and dark, warm, tepid and cold water, all these wavy, swaying, twisting, plant-like animals and bestial plants, all these nightly wonders become a horror to you, and you long for the sun, for light dry air, for firm stones, for a fixed place and straight lines, for the motionless and firmly held, for rules and preconceived purpose, for singleness and your own intent.”

wave break 3


The fossils of early creature organisms, look like feathers. Their DNA lattice is simple. They were planted in the seabed and they couldn’t move. They were epidermally nourished – they had no mouth. As aeons passed, they shifted, the organisms developed little creeper filaments on their underside, like starfish.   And when the tide cast them ashore, because they were Life, they adapted, and with the aeons, they became shoreward beings; they grew, and moved, and devoured, and returned to Nature what they ate.

The early organisms – in the atomic lattice – are what we are now.   It is in our bones and lizard memory – the medulla oblongata.   And what is this within us, yet to be?  to become?

Jung’s paragraph about the sea and land, is also about the desire, from immersion in the Mother Anima, to become defined, to make straight lines and plant flags – to become male.   When we are conceived, we all are feminine – the primordial element: and at around three months gestation (or a little earlier?) the embryo differentiates the sexual organs; in his case, to the male. To a man.  Male children are immersed in their mothers, then they wrestle to get free.

In elder traditions, the adolescent boys are taken into the forest or the desert for their Initiation. When they come back, they no longer belong to their mother, but to the tribe; their seed is strong and fertile for the women.

The paragraph reminds me also of childhood dreams in the Yorkshire moors or on a road;  I couldn’t move, I couldn’t walk forward, however hard I tried. Everywhere around me was huge, and the parents were a struggle to reach.   Small children have this powerful and frustrating desire in the soul, for independence and to travel. Suddenly aware in the new and powerless “I-me”, we burst out crying, and raise our arms to be lifted and taken.

little girl at a party, 1954

little girl at a party, 1954


“The knowledge of death came to me that night, from the dying that engulfs the world. I saw how we live toward death, how the swaying golden wheat sinks together under the scythe of the reaper, like a smooth wave on the sea beach.”

I have to copy nearly all of this poem – to honour it now.

“He who abides in common life becomes aware of death with fear. Thus the fear of death drives him toward singleness. He does not live there, but he becomes aware of life and is happy, since in singleness he is one who becomes, and has overcome death. He does not live his individual being, since he is not what he is, but what he becomes.

“One who becomes, grows aware of life, whereas one who simply exists, never will, since he is in the midst of life. He needs the heights and singleness to become aware of life. But in life he becomes aware of death. And it is good that you become aware of collective death, since then you know why your singleness and your heights are good.

genesis in the retort (3)

genesis in the retort (3)

“Your heights are like the moon that luminously wanders alone, and through the night looks eternally clear. Sometimes it covers itself, and then you are totally in the darkness of the earth; but time and again it fills itself out with light. The death of the earth is foreign to it. Motionless and clear, it sees the life of the earth from afar, without enveloping haze and streaming oceans. Its unchanging form has been solid from eternity. It is the solitary clear light of the night, the individual being, and the near fragment of eternity …

liverpool sketches 6, 1969, moon landing

  “… Your gaze rests on silvery seas, on snowy peaks, on blue valleys, and you do not hear the groaning and howling of the human animal.”

Isn’t it interesting that Jung wrote this, fifty years before we saw what our Earth looks like?

“The moon is dead. Your soul went to the moon, to the preserver of souls. Thus the soul moved toward death. I went into the inner death and saw that outer dying is better than inner death. And I decided to die outside and to live within. For that reason I turned away, and sought the place of the inner life.”


Arcanum 8 - soul strength

Bridging the soul Triad on the Tree, is the path of the woman who gentles the Lion.   The soul-triad balances Hesed and Gevurah – Opportunity and Restraint – with Tifareth. I lift my eyes up into the hills, there is nothing to say.   And earth it with my body root – where am I sitting just now?   The firmness of my seat on the floor – the swift speaking fingers on the keyboard at intervals – the sun coming in – cars and trains passing – the bare but pregnant branches of early Aries – my crossed-over feet – the strange chirp of a bird?   No it is a car alarm being adjusted. It is more distant now.

Root and shoot, seed and flower – the quiet stem greets my sisters, mothers and daughters, they endure.


Red Book –  Liber Secundus, Chapter 4: The Anchorite

jung mandala runes

In the irascible and blazing desert, he finds bare human foot-prints … the sole of the foot is the path of the soul. He follows them along a high dune.   The mandala he illustrates this chapter with, is the desert colour, hot brown and dull red, with the cloudless blue sky in its centre.   The rocks and dunes are runes, from which arose the human dream and all its history.   They are shifting runes.   The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.

desert swan & camel

The wind is sand along the air, and earth responds by ripple formation, like the sea.   The sand flows like water; the sand flows as the blood in human veins, and in the animal kingdom; it is our sap.   The sand is the Rock, eroded to infinitesimal particles and jewels. It is blown along the wind, forming kingdoms of time.

Having lived in times past, among the sands, and carried water from the well, the element is in my bones and I know and recognise it well.   There is no landscape or direction other than the wind which softly pressures my back, so I turn as softly, with it.   And out of the vast nowhere of the wadis and the plains and the bony ridges of encircling hills, appears a tiny human in a dark cloth, walking towards me.

Those are my memories:   now, Jung’s.

He followed more than one set of footsteps. They elided with each other, they crossed and recrossed the crest of the dune: he follows them downward in astonishment.

“The air glows and the rock burns my soles. Now I have reached the bottom; there are the tracks again. They lead along the winding of the valley, a short distance. Suddenly I stand before a small hut covered in reeds and made of mud bricks. A rickety wooden plank forms the door where a cross has been painted in red. I open it quietly. A haggard man covered in a white linen mantle is sitting on a mat with his back leaning against the wall. Across his knees lies a book in yellow parchment, with beautiful black handwriting – a Greek gospel, without doubt. I am with an anchorite of the Libyan desert.”




Pause there.   Meister Jung, that is how I sit with “my book” in the mornings, leaning my back against the wall – my seat.   Inside the hut, with you and the anchorite, it is very hot, and the silence fills the silence with its shout: the purity of the sands.   You and I meet the Hermit.

footprint 2



Sitting by your unknown spring,
a lizard upon a rock bathes
in glowing heat of peppered sand.

In that ancient eyelid
the sun’s hour motionless flows.

My dry sponge may wait
hearing the source of the hidden element
in the drought of every pore.

The drier I am, the sweeter fills
the well of listening;

in my way without skin, seeing not yours,
I am touched by what you are directly,
through not knowing.

From a Poem of Eclipse, 1999





The photos of the sea were taken by my daughter, along the north Cornish coastal path.

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Mysteries of Master R: Part 10 – the Trinosofia “Altar, Bird, Torch”


Master R new sketch 25.4.14


You can find the text for Master R’s Most Holy Trinosofia Chapter Five, above in the title-bar page:  Trinosofia Texts.   Here – slightly abridged in a few places – is Manly P.Hall’s commentary on this section:

“The candidate next experienced the mystery of the airy or intellectual principle.  He is raised out of the subterranean depths by his guardian spirit and lifted into the higher atmosphere.  Below him is the desert.  Special attention is called to triangular masses – the pyramids.

“An early manuscript in our collection affirms that the Egyptians were able to manufacture the Philosophers’ Stone without artificial heat, by burying the retort in the desert sand, which furnished the exact temperature for alchemical experiments.  

“The desert is here a symbol for the aridity and unproductivity of the unawakened consciousness.  In the physical universe, spiritual values languish; yet in the midst of this mortal sphere stand the pyramids, supreme symbols of spiritual alchemy – temples of initiation in the desert of waiting.  

Copied from Eliphas Levi's 'History of Magic'.  27 years ago, when I saw and read about these, in the chapter on Hermes, I was stirred with an elder, unknown and undying knowledge, half covered by the sands.

Copied from Eliphas Levi’s ‘History of Magic’. 27 years ago, when I saw and read about these, in the chapter on Hermes, I was stirred with an elder, unknown and undying knowledge, half covered by the sands.

“It is significant that the atmosphere of Egypt is particularly conducive to the perpetuation of ancient monuments of learning which, when moved from their old footings, rapidly crumble away.  Thus material life, the desert, is a natural laboratory in which the supreme chemistry is accomplished through suffering and aspiration.”


To which I add:  the old alchemical texts refer to coction – that of a hen’s warm breast to her egg – in the First Matter.  It is the interior temperature of our physical body.  Our life is this constant process of transmutation.  If we keep the inner fire banked and gentle, it gestates Life, rather than blaze up and consume what it creates.   In the arts of Alchemy, we regulate our passions.   As Master R has said elsewhere, tiny things – a spore of yeast, the pip in a grape – generate a field of wheat, a vineyard, a transformative Universe.

Further:  the desert suggests aridity, but also the ancient and elemental matrix of all life – our body – to which the Life returns.  Those who yearned to live the spiritual Life, walked out into the desert and their learning came with the wind, the sand and the stars.

sand and sea stones


“The desert” is our primordial physical body in which the sky and stars are planted root and shoot:  the leaves, loaves, fishes and our children.

crock of rainbow, with fishes


MPH’s commentary continues (see the journey itself in the Trinosofia Texts page above) : – “The account of the rising and falling of the candidate through space relates to the alternations of the substances in the retort by which they pass through a cycle of attenuation and precipitation, to be finally drawn off through the neck of the vessel.  Hermes uses this figure to set forth the mystery of rebirth, the periodic alternation of the soul from a temporal to a sidereal condition, and its final liberation through initiation.  Reaching the upper extremity of the intellectual sphere, the candidate is incapable of further function and swoons.”

Genesis in retort - from Alexander Roob's 'Alchemy & Mysticism'

Genesis in retort – from Alexander Roob’s ‘Alchemy & Mysticism’

The adepts, like Master R, are able to regulate their “density” so that it takes form with our own.  Thus they seem to appear and disappear through death, and to migrate or occupy levels of frequency, like electronic orbits in the atom.   If we look inside our mind, our thoughts are nothing other than this way.    The wearer of a body of Light moves his or her thought intentionally through several planes to converse at will.


MPH continues:  “Upon regaining consciousness, he discovers himself to be invested with a starry garment … By the starry garment is represented not only the auric body, but the new universal aspect of being – the Sidereal consciousness bestowed by … initiation.  The candidate may return to the narrowness of his physical environment, but he can never again reduce his consciousness to the limitations of the material state.  The starry body is his regenerated and illumined intellect.”

As the sand in the desert, as the cells in our body, so are the stars and galaxies of our origin.   Remembrance of this is initiation, and treats its fellow hosts with respect and love.


Altar, Bird, Torch illustration

Altar, Bird, Torch illustration

MPH: “The strange characters signifying the name of the bird with the green branch are decoded to mean ‘To be given the Life.’  The name of the altar reads ‘The Crown, Kether’, and is decoded, ‘when shall be the gate of entrance’.  Together the two phrases mean:  ‘Immortality shall be conferred at the gate of the House of Wisdom.’  The name of the torch is Light, but translates to: ‘The dernier shall be hidden away and forgotten.'”

The dernier is a coin, and MPH refers this to the Tarot Suit of Coins – the material body.  The hidden light is in our body and its un-conceived origin.  “The body of the wise man shall be concealed.”


“The tombs of the Initiates have never been discovered, and in the famous Rosicrucean cemetery, the resting places of the Brothers are marked only by the Rose …  The personal ego must die or be buried, that the Universal Self may be born from its seed.”

Gallery – Various forms of the Rose


Manly P Hall now analyses the illustration (see below):

“The strange bird hovering above the altar fire is the sacred Ibis, symbol of Thoth the Egyptian god of wisdom and letters, and patron of alchemy.  The volatile philosophical Mercury can remain in a suspended state only ‘when in the midst of the flames’.

“By the philosophical Mercury, we must understand the regenerated principle of intellect – mind rendered luminous by the flame of inspiration.

“In its beak the bird carries a green branch, the acacia of Freemasonry – symbol of rebirth and immortality.  The black feet and wings signify earth, the silvery body is water, the red head is fire, and the golden neck is the airy principle.  The spiritual bodies of the elements are thus united in a philosophical creature, the bird of the wise men – the phoenix.”


Note:  instead of a lotus, I painted the Hebrew SHIN, the Mother-letter of sacred Fire – whose symbol is also a molar tooth.

Master R : 08 - Version 2

Manly P Hall continues:

“Beside the bird and the altar is an elaborate candlestick, its base formed of twisted serpents – Ida and Pingala?  The upper end of the candlestick terminates in a lotus  blossom from which rises a lighted taper – the soul light, the inner light which reveals the secrets of the bird.

“As man’s external existence is lighted by an external sun, by which he perceives all temporal concerns, so his internal existence is illuminated by the light of the soul, the radiance of which renders visible the workings of the divine mind within.

“An inscription beneath it reads, ‘To the strong is given the burden.’  The great truths of life can be conferred only upon those who have been tested in character and understanding.  The reader is instructed to kindle a fire upon the high place, that the sacrifice may be borne upward to the Desired One.

“The symbolism is borrowed from elder Jewish ceremonials.  Upon the altar of burnt incense a fire continually burned.  The fire of holy aspiration consumes the base elements of the body and transforms them into soul qualities, symbolised by the incense fumes.  These ascend … as the covenant between aspiring humanity and its Creator.

“‘When the years of this existence are done, and the soul outbreathing at death, approaches the gate of immortality, may the Bird bear it swiftly away to the abode of the wise.’

In the Egyptian rites, the soul of the Initiate departed in the form of a bird which hovers over the couch on which the mummy lies.  The soul bird with the green branch … confers immortality, as set forth in ‘The Book of the Dead’.  Without wisdom, the soul must perish with the body.  This is the secret of the ritual of the Coming Forth by Day, or the Breathing Out of the Ka.

seagull detail



Meanwhile, my parallel journey continues with Jung’s Red Book;  for at this point he begins  – like Master R’s Initiate – to enter the desert.  In the desert, he will encounter some strange characters and “letterings”.

The initial painting which heads the Red Book’s previous chapter was a mosaic of interior earth and stone and star, bright colour.  The painting for Chapter 4, The Anchorite – (and they get larger)  – is a temple Window – a mandala with four gates. The two concentric frames contain a formal maze of hieroglyphic Runes which substantiate and support Jung’s interior vision from now on.  They resemble  Celtic knots, but they are living Runes – reddish brown on a light brown raw-sienna background.   In the centre is a sky blue square containing the golden letter D.

What is a Rune?  A symbol hieroglyph that has power to speak, and to arrange the tides and the leaves of life, to pronounce a fate.  The old wizard remembers and casts the Runes.  They are created through his “drawing hand”.

In Black Book 3, Jung noted:  “All kinds of things lead me far away from my scientific endeavour, which I thought I had subscribed to firmly.  I wanted to serve humanity through it, and now, my soul, you lead me to these new things.

red horse & rainbow 2008


“Yes, it is the in-between world, the pathless, the manifold-dazzling. I forgot that I had reached a new world, which had been alien to me previously.  I see neither way nor path.  What I believed about the soul has to become true here, namely that she knows her own way better, and that no intention can prescribe her a better one.  I feel that a large chunk of science has been broken off. 

I suppose it must be like this, for the sake of the soul and her life.  I find the thought that this must occur only for me, agonizing, and that perhaps no one will gain insight from my work. But my soul demands this achievement.  I should be able to do this just for myself without hope – for the sake of God. This is truly a hard way. But what else did those anchorites of the first centuries of Christianity do?  And were they the worst or least capable of those living at the end?   Hardly, since they came to the most relentless conclusions with regard to the psychological necessity of their time.  They left wife and child, glory and science – and turned toward the desert – for God’s sake.”

Sacred India Tarot 10 of Staves detail


Finally – Master R’s (St-Germain) first Violin Sonata, composed in London in the 1750s:





Aquariel – an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life.

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Balsa Wood and the Whale


desert script

desert script

3 March 2014

The past-life tendency is an inherited “cosmos connection” –  as ancient as the Sahara desert rock formations: the script of valuable objects and humanities.   Cosmos is an ordered and creative universe.

Jung wrote The Red Book during the Great War.   Philemon teaches him that saturation is the only cure:   “They will all become terribly enraptured by these tremendous experiences, and in their blindness will want to understand them as outer events … May the frightfulness become so great that it can turn mens’ eyes inward so that their will no longer seeks the self in others, but in themselves…

“The God develops through the union of the (separate) principles in me.  He is their union.  If you will one of these principles, so you are in one, but far from your being in the other.  If you will both principles, one and the other, then you excite the conflict between the principles, since you cannot want both at the same time.  From this arises the need, the God appears in it, he takes your conflicting will in his hand, in the hand of a child whose will is simple and beyond conflict.  You cannot learn this, it can only develop in you.  You cannot will this, it takes the will from your hand and wills itself.   Will yourself, that leads to the way …”

Isaiah – a little child shall lead them:  an early drawing that my father has – the child carries a snake I think, and leads all the beasts.

Isaiah 1958

Isaiah 1958

 “The spirit of the depths clutched the fate of man unto itself, as it clutched mine.  He leads mankind through the river of blood to the mystery.  In the mystery man himself becomes the two principles, the lion and the serpent.”

That reminds me of my early dream of a bloody garden, the bloody birth, when I was very small.  The similar feeling, and the committed, curious, concerned toil.

Ez Haim - the Tree of Life

Ez Haim – the Tree of Life

I have a mini-cosmos to turn to and copy and absorb into my arteries:  the wisdom, the path which opens, and which I have an ineradicable instinct to honour and record.   It was the same, studying the BOTA alchemy lessons, and before that, Kabbalah … always the lens, enlivened by relationships in the ground.

I feel myself in the sea now, like the drinking glass – not analytical, but noticing.   Swimming like Mercury in the salt:   that is Hod in Binah:  pause to take it in.

Hermes in the sea - from Roob's alchey & mysticism

Hermes in the sea – from Roob’s alchey & mysticism

And who is I?  Why this special I? – the centre of it all, who has the responsibility to keep the world going, even as you do, and as the man across the road does, and God does?   Here is the headlong Mystery. Look for my self!   the opening treasure.

And why am I “right”?   All my references?   They support my ego vessel with all its pretty patches in the waves.  My vessel looks rather like the Kon Tiki raft.  It is just the way things are – without neti neti affectations.   I am rarely wrong, but I am often excessive;  and that is self correcting.   There is balance and buoyancy in the end.  There can only be balance and buoyancy.

Kon Tiki

Kon Tiki

Mention of Kon Tiki pulls up the feel of balsa wood, historically, balsa rafts crossed the Pacific on the Humboldt;  and the new Norwegian voyagers poked their fingers into the soggy balsa, pulled off bits, and glumly watched them sink, and wondered how soon the raft would sink – but the porous went only half an inch or so into the logs. Out of balsa I made small boats and ships …  very soft light wood.   Soft wood and enormous fishes.

For some reason I am now livingly, balsa wood and fish.  The elemental combination and texture pleases me.  Balsa gets soaked but floats:  the great fish is lord of the deep and can go anywhere, but only floats if it is dead.   The little balsa raft felt often nervous of those playful great fish and their curious pokes and plunges.

The raft is the personal self:  the great fish are the ocean Self.   It is satisfying.   The wood and the water have to be the way they are.

Balsa boat 1962 - Annapurna in cumulus clouds

Balsa boat 1962 – Annapurna in cumulus clouds

Surrender is how Yeshua felt, in Nature’s miracle of the loaves and fishes.   Surrender is vast, amazed, and consenting. I retain a curious sense that my heart is healed, smooth and whole.   Rosicruceans drew emblems of the heart in all kinds of tests and trials.  I have one of those books downstairs.   Writing leads to bliss.

Maria:  By all, through all - Rosicrucean emblem 2

Maria: By all, through all – Rosicrucean emblem 2

And what Jung writes (concluding the Red Book’s Part One) about becoming the Christ for the redeeming blood to flow:  that love is sighted but pleasure is blind … is so profound and close to me there is no point in copying it.   He says “Both principles are one in the symbol of the flame.  The principles strip themselves of human form.”

The flame is the inner heart, the organ of life, the “Everlasting” – the everlasting is mentioned in the snake cup sword picture – see previous post – in its inscription.   It smells like a rose.

He concludes:  “The mystery showed me in images what I should afterward live.  I did not possess any of those boons that the mystery showed me, for I still had to earn all of them.” Those words flare into illumination and Life.   To repeat them is my way of “I love you, I know you”.   And temples happen.

ship anchor, Rosicrucean Emblem 1

ship anchor, Rosicrucean Emblem 1

Yes.  I wanted to say, earlier, that the Self-root, the moving I …  the pilgrim’s search for it in the sea … is not found in isolation, for it is relationship, and always flowing into dialogue:  the other as I.   Thus my projections when on land. When we are in the Self, long moments open where there is no concern with I or me:  it is the passage of the Creative in the I Ching Earth-receptive.   And all manner of things illustrate the fundamental love letter, fleetingly and sometimes enduring.   The bliss is when we arrive at the clear Principle.

“Too many still seek outward.  But still too few seek inward, to their own selves, and still fewer ask themselves whether the ends of human society might not best be served if each man tries to abolish the old order in himself, and to practice in his own person and in his own inward state those precepts, those victories which he preaches at every street-corner, instead of always expecting these things of his fellow men.”

Why does the love flow with Jung when I hear that?  Why do I want to shout to him as loud as possible I HEAR YOU, so I write it down for Heaven to see again?   Why do I love the Maestro of the collective subconscious?   And am I not lodging it with him?  Shouldn’t I investigate interiorly, deeper still?

Conversation and hearing each other is human wellbeing, intimacy and bliss. I’ve been following him with Elijah and Salome for weeks:  the bases of the pillars of Solomon – forethought and pleasure;  their taoist weave.   All I hold in my mind, is the picture of Elijah in blue and Salome in red – each others’ tones:  the pilgrim is dressed in white, and the snake is black.

The mind holds visual encounters, rather than words.   The mind has meetings, cliffs of fall.   The mind is the fish of the sea.   The mind is a mansion, meeting, kissing, reflecting, passing.   Who am I?    Never need the answer, for there isn’t one;  just ask.   The bindhu opens – the heart of the mystery opens and never ends.   Beauty.

 “The God holds love in his right, forethinking in his left.  Love is on our favourable side, forethinking on the unfavourable.  This should recommend love to you, insofar as you are part of this world, and especially if you are a thinker.  Their unity is God.  God develops through the uniting of both principles in you (me).  I do not become God through this, or become divine, but God becomes human.  He becomes apparent in you and through you as a child.”

From Arcanum 3 - Hermes, fish, Sun

From Arcanum 3 – Hermes, fish, Sun

Here, every great Sage agrees.  We all have this direct experience, for life is nothing other.   I cannot understand what humans argue about.   Yet the developing of the divine dialogue has a surface crust:  the arguments.

“If you will both the love and the forethinking, you become God.  If you do this, the God is born and seizes possession of the will of men and holds his will in his childs’ hand … he will take the divided will in his hands of a child, whose will is simple and beyond being split.”

Isaiah 1958 - detail

Isaiah 1958 – detail

The Isaiah drawing again – the child plays by the hole of the asp, holding the snake.   He says it is unbelievable how men falsify and lie to themselves.   “You can’t learn it through description, it can only become in you.  …  You should not learn my way but your own. My way leads me to me and not to you.

Jung had a vision of the war, that it was a human self sacrifice, for in it he completed in himself the mystery of the Christ.  He was a lion encircled by a serpent – “an image of fate, eternally renewing itself”.   The spirit of the depths had a need to let the blood, through the spirit of the times.  The long footnote reviews Elijah and Salome, and how love looks further than what it immediately seeks

“The wonder happened (through Elijah) that my previously blind pleasure became sighted.  My pleasure was blind, and it was love.   Since my strongest willing willed self-sacrifice, my pleasure changed, it went into a higher principle, which in God is one with forethinking … … Love wants what is furthest, the best and the fulfilling.

Tarot Key 8 - Lady with Lion - soul strength

Tarot Key 8 – Lady with Lion – soul strength

There is a great deal more on this.  It is topical, and it attunes also to my meeting with Enoch who taught me heaven’s Law of Sacrifice or Translation.   The giver receives in full.

Two pigeons court and kiss and nibble on a bough in the tree outside.   Here, my songs in your tree are lovebirds. Their pleasure, warm grey breast to breast on branch, has no end.  I fetched my camera and focused;  and at that instant, they parted, and they preen themselves.

13 pigeons in spring 1

Presently they came back together, and I took the photo.

14 pigeons in spring 2





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