Perhaps Fission is the Learning Curve to Fusion

Posted on May 8, 2013 by janeadamsart

This post has an astrology preamble, due to a major transit. You can skip this if you prefer, and go on to Part Two. The main material was written last week, to discover what insights the transit might unveil. It turned unexpectedly towards the Sun – to nuclear fusion.

Part One – Neptune Transit – Hanging Man in the Moon: the World in the Hermit

Tarot Keys for Neptune transit opposite natal Saturn. ”The Hanged Man’s” planet is Neptune. Tarot Key 18 “The Moon’s” Zodiac sign is Pisces. ”The World’s” panet is Saturn. Tarot Key 9 “The Hermit’s” Zodiac sign is Virgo. Key 1, The Magician, is the path on the Tree of Life which links Kether and Binah – Neptune and Saturn.

These Tarot Keys picture my current big astrological transit. Indeed, all of us over a certain age experience it in our various ways. I have natal Saturn just below the Ascendent, at 5.28 Virgo. Last week, Neptune reached 5 Pisces, exactly opposite, and in my 7th House. I felt and worked with the approaching alignment; then sensed a slowing down. The 7th house focuses a priority to clarify my partnerships in what I call “the Great Work”.

(In fact the full transit is only approached this time. At the beginning of June, at 5.22 Pisces, Neptune turns retro, and will backtrack to 3 Pisces at the end of January 2014, then advance again, then drop back a little. On 7 March next year, he will reach precisely 5.28 Pisces. Not until December 2014/January 2015, will the Neptunian tide crescents move onward and away from the 5th degree in my 7^th house. As seen from our orbit around the Sun, Neptune’s retro pulse is approximately an eleven month one. It seems each year it is brought forward a month or two. But during this whole period, my compass is set. As with the other slow moving outer planets, it is a generational aspect: how we respond to it individually, depends on what the nearer planets are up to, in our chart.)

This chart was drawn about ten years ago, when my Progressed Sun stood at 18 Pisces (misprinted 22): it is now at 27 Pisces.

Being a person of vision and poetry, and having obviously been countless other times, a person of vision and poetry, or vessel for the same … it follows that the chart I pulled at time of birth, was one in which vision and poetry are deeply and repeatedly embedded. Wherever I look in it, there are rhymes, the way it is in life.

Last Thursday, when Neptune entered 5 Pisces and quietly chimed, I was riding my new bike along the Quantock hills to a family reunion. The weekend party – my mother dreaded it – felt prepared for, and in its way OK. Living the parental arch – the widening landscape, as I grow – I rediscover Saturn’s arduous way to the Spirit (Neptune). My father (Capricorn) in his early shepherding days, tramped the Scottish hills in blizzards with his dog, day and night, to find, dig out and drive the sheep down to safety, before they got drifted over and died. When he got back to the house, my mother remembers, his face was covered with icicles. Nowadays no one walks, they all have tractors; they cannot smell where the sheep are, and so they lose them.

Listen and feel Neptune, be in love with it, get to know this slow oceanic fringe feeling, the clearing of the coast.

In Kabbalah, in the Tree of Life, Neptune represents Kether, the Crown: the I am that I am: the Divine thread. Without an esoteric discipline to define it, Neptune in astrology casts a shadow: deception, spiritual delusion, even addiction.

Sensitivity to an outer giant orbit, many billion miles distant, reveals the life preparation – in detail like an insect wing – the consciousness a year, or years in advance, of the event: the gravity of the related in-drawing threads; the choices made; the detachments; the cultivations, the precision.

Meditate on Neptune in every way I can. Till now I was rather woolly about it, astrologically. Natal Neptune was in Libra – my wartime and postwar generation. Our parents’ spiritual fibre defeated Hitler with the Scales of justice, and with Venus, Libra’s ruler or “worker”. Nothing flimsy about that. Keep looking at the vast cloud along the horizon which is Neptune – there was a beautiful one to the northwest the other day, and I imagined again that it is a great mountain range, as seen from London – discerning through it, the refined and delicate Neptunian crystal of the peaks. Find out which geodes and gems pertain to Neptune; become more crystal conscious.

Neptune entered Pisces which it rules, early last year. Collectively, this suggests a pendulum swing to core spiritual values, and to meet each other face to face, rather than online.

Subjectively, Neptune travelled through my subconscious hemisphere, and now proceeds into my conscious hemisphere, against the rotation of day and night and seasons. Reflect on the hanging-man reversal theme; and watch; for a new elemental consciousness is growing, heedless of time.

Arcanum 12 – the Hanging Man

I never call him the Hanged Man – always the hanging man which he is, at peace like a pendulum at rest: nature’s gravity and shower of gold. He treads the heavens. This is the most profound card of the Tarot: “Walk contrary to the way of the world.” An art of life, is to flow with its reversals.

Neptune’s tarot is Key 12 the Hanging Man – the first Completion of the Great Work. Its Hebrew letter MEM is assigned to the east-west axis of the Cube of Space, joining the Empress (east face) to the Wheel of Fortune (west face). But as an End-letter (gematria value 600), MEM also shares the Cube’s centre with TAV. MEM and TAV as Keys 12 and 21, unify at this centre point, the planets Neptune and Saturn.

Cube of Space, showing the planets and zodiac signs of the 22 Tarot Keys. Each of these is assigned to a Hebrew letter (not shown).

There was not room to draw the MEM end-letter in the centre here, with Saturn/TAV. But there is the wonderful resonance of their Keys back to back – 12, 21.

Our life is a walking Cube of Space if we learn to let it be so. Our life is this compass if we open our sight and inner heart. In sacred geometry, the Cube’s inmost centre is identical to each of its outward points. These illustrations can only suggest this study, which is a book of wonder in itself.

BOTA Key 12

MEM is a Mother-Letter. It is the Waters. The Hanging Man is born head down in the water of life which does not wet the hands. The radiance round his head is the way he hears and thinks, at ground level where the roots of trees grow. He is reversed – contra to the mass mode of life. Perhaps this is why, during these years, I feel the heaviness of life as I slow down and begin to move not so much in the inertia momentum, but through it, through the head-rush stream.

Such a movement is through the bottleneck, the hour glass, the passage where everything begins to change.

Neptune’s Sign is Pisces, Key 18, the long, long road to embody the Hermit’s mountain peak.

Making myself more transparent and less hurried, to hear, I am the Magician: the garden as above, so below.

The Hermit’s cap is a Yod, coloured
blue as the Waters of the Hanging Man

Part Two – Thoughts on Solar Fusion

On the 27^thApril, I caught sight of, and cut out an article in The Independent about a huge international project to generate power by nuclear FUSION, not fission. It is called ITER, which means The Way. I was thinking about fusion-not-fission already in the blog.

(Pictures from The Independent, Saturday 27 April 2013)

When perfected, this process is unlimited, and they say it has no toxic or military application. The programme began secretly in 1956, and grew to an international fusion-energy project in the mid 1980s, under Gorbachev, when the Cold War shook hands across the pond. The Russians discovered the way, and shared it with the Brits and a-Merry-cans. Now 34 countries are involved in it, with unprecedented concordance. The main site is in southern France; there is another one near Oxford. It is characterized by a Union of interests, rather than by their division or fission.

The depth psychology is obvious. Psychology, as in all science, is part and parcel of the observation and the material being developed. If all goes well with this bright star on the horizon, and so far it has, it will begin to operate commercially in about 2050 – in roughly 37 years or so. It will halt our major catalysts of pollution and global warming. It will have to oppose and overcome deadweight commercial investments in toxic power. It will fuse atoms with a contained yet greater heat than that of the Sun itself; so it learns from the stars and birth of nebulae.

Symbolically, this sunrise of hope, under the horizon, stands in about the 2^nd house, at the moment. It reached a landmark of self verification, and the way ahead – so they say – is clear.

Tree of Life Jnana marga – path of knowledge

By 2050, Neptune will be moving towards the end of Taurus, with Pluto at 7 Pisces, and Uranus in Virgo. Saturn at that time, is in its Zodiacal element – end of Capricorn, beginning of Aquarius. In December 2049, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune form a Grand Trine in Earth signs – the “Earth” or materialising element for the Neptunian ideal. Saturn’s influence is executive – the power to govern, to limit, and to build. Uranus in Virgo suggests radical changes in methodology.

In early 1989, these three planets – forming Binah, Hokhmah, Kether, the supernal Triad on the Tree – were conjunct in Capricorn. The ITER solar fusion design work was in its fourth year. Later that same year, the Berlin Wall fell, and the cold war ended.

Sixty years later in 2049, those same three Great Wanderers are fanned out around our Zodiacal heavens in a perfect triangle, each occupying an Earth sign.

Binah Hokhmah Kether

I look at history in long cycles. When we realise that we are Solar System citizens – and that is only a beginning – deep undercurrents are glimpsed, as they follow the planetary curves. The outcome is never quite as expected, because the mind is limited to conditioning. But the harmony of the spheres – and ourselves in its wake – is the hallmark, especially when inexplicable in our linear terms.

It is easy these days to despair; we are at the end of a rope in history.

In the wisdom of the Tarot, The Sun is called “the Collecting Intelligence”. A collective project pooling the minds and finances of many nations, which engages the Sun itself, may be just the thing to turn the tables over.

I cannot subscribe to the belief that humanity is destroying itself. When I have insight, I feel a wider dimension than we can see at present. The pendulum swings. We are in nadir, our noses rubbed in our muck as deep as can be – the only way historically, that we change and learn.

I always felt the sunrise under the dark cloud. The long shadow stretches back through history, whose plutonic fallout we confront these days, and in whose daydream headgear we blunder along. But the sun rises above the horizon and as it ascends, it shortens the shadow and clears the murk beyond expectation. Then we understand the window which opened in December 2012. Life is not actually as complicated as it seems! The dawn will begin to glow, during the 2020s and 30s, after Pluto goes into Aquarius. There may be a scientific turnaround. Technologies will obsolesce, as the dawn gains strength – or rather, begins to reveal its strength. During this period, things may be lean, and we will have to help each other as the old energy supply dries up. The world wide web may even clean and refine itself – an emphasis on ethical practice, and its opposite. A marginal telepathic consciousness is in the bud.

Isaiah 1958

Up until 2008 when the finance crashed, there was a media obsession with partying and substance abuse. At present the issue is the penalising of those in need, against billionaires’ bargain basements and the ever increasing engine. As the brakes burn the rubber, it stinks. Bankers and gangsters thrive – some of them still – in the governmental belief that they re-boot the market: the residue of “Margaret-force” when the remaining gold standard was discarded.

But in a few years time, that greed too, will be a goner. Till 2008, the talk was of partying, boom and bust. Now it is the tightening financial screws and the bouncing billionaires: the gross inequality of wealth, abuse and food distribution.

As for war – war’s agony is our history, as tensions rise and fall: friction. We are still in that friction phase, as the energy sources we collectively use and indulge, are divisive. Nuclear fission splits apart. Blowing things apart to stick them together, depletes the reserve, and the waste product is toxic. That means, it has no use. It has to eat – it replaces living organic tissue. Alongside it, the exploitation and excretion of carbon fuels continues. The nuclear-fission mindset is integral to our commercial chemistry and food-chain interference. Human psychology is one with its way of industry.

So what is nuclear FUSION?

I understand that nuclear fusion overcomes electro-magnetic forces of repulsion, by ampliflying solar heat in a such a way to “fuse” or unite the poles. This technology generates much more energy than it uses. Its waste product is clean helium – a product with industrial application.

Can we see the “fission” analogy to our debt economy, this way of life? And can we see how “fusion” might inspire a Gaia based economy, based on fair exchange?

Our present Fission is the bitter learning curve to Fusion. Earth is the planet of the battle for the light, red in tooth and claw; dark with our waste products and enslaved subconscious, beautiful with our oceans, swirling skies, meadows and humanities.

And … the dandelions and the daisies prevail.

Children of the world, 2007

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

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Vishnu, the Covenant and Exodus

Posted on April 22, 2013 by janeadamsart

The download concerning Exodus, in the later part of this rather long post, came while I was preparing the four Chakras posts on my primary blog.

Other themes include Chakra material – still going strong – and Vishnu the Chakra Lord: the 4-dvd set of Crossing the Event Horizon by Nassim Haramein: Johannes Kepler: sacred geometry: the Buddha nature, and Crossing the Red Sea.

I recommend Zev ben Shimon Halevi’s “Kabbalah and Exodus”, published by Kabbalahsociety.org. for a more scholarly approach.

The subheadings in this post are: “1.Vishnu”, “2.Crossing the Event Horizon”, “3.Tetrahedrons and Kepler’s Harmonice Mundi”, “4.The Pillar of Fire and of Cloud”, “5.Technology” and “6.The Red Sea Crossing and Covenant”.

1. Vishnu

I had a brief vision/dream of Vishnu. It said “Vishnu and the Tree of Knowledge” I think, but it also meant “Vishnu and the wise Serpent” – and the Creator-god Brahma was being dreamed out of his navel CHAKRA.

Who is the dreamer, and who is the dreamed?

Now, Vishnu is the deity Presence around Badrinath near Ganges, where they pray to the source. In some Yogas, the burden of the ancestors is here transmuted. The gods of the Trimurti contain one another’s functions in a fluid cyclic event: the polar electricity in the mountain watershed.

Vishnu at rest

In BRAHMAN the Source as YOD, are Heh-Vav-Heh, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva.

BRAHMAN is One, and in him the cosmic trinity – timurti, triple image – breed their innumerable divine derivations and aspects. Each god when at rest, is BRAHMAN the beginningless Self.

I have worked a lot with Siva – now Vishnu comes on the scene. What will happen?

Vishnu is the prototype of Krishna and of Buddha. Vishnu is Sustainer of the Dharma, or Laws of Creation. In the Sacred India Tarot, Vishnu is the Magician, and he is the progenitor of Creator-Brahma, card 4. There is a wavy snake all up his spine, to a quintuple cobra hood. In my post The Chakras Part 3 – the Star in the Field, I reflect on Vishnu, Lord of the Chakras … and on J.Krishnamurti’s “process”. He was initially, a vessel for this Archetype.

And? I travel again, the foothills. With Badrinath, Kedarnath, Gangotri, the great blade of the Himalaya comes. Each wild mountain peak outlines a voice of Vishnu, Siva, Brahma or the Blessed Goddess.

Old map of gangotri and the Badrinath watershed, with Nanda Devi sanctuary bottom right hand corner. Kedarnath is not shown, but I guess it is further to the west, down the Gangotri river.

Old map of Gangotri (top left) and the Badrinath watershed, drained by the Alaknanda River, with Nanda Devi’s sanctum bottom right hand corner. Kedarnath is not shown, but I guess it is further to the west, down the Gangotri river.

Here is a page from “Nanda Devi” by Eric Shipton:

“From earliest Vedic records, the geography of the mountainous regions sheltering the Ganges was well known. When men still worshipped the elements, a region which saw the birth of great rivers and greater storms was naturally regarded with awe … hill and valley, peak and waterfall, came to be associated with particular gods and embellished by stories of their lives. … Brahma, Siva and Vishnu assumed the form of mountains. When Brahma desired to create the earth, he began by assuming the visible form of Vishnu, the whole universe being covered with water on which floated that god, resting on a bed supported by a serpent. From his navel sprang a lotus from which issued Brahma; from his ears issued two Daityas … (the Dravidian and the Aryan root races) … who attacked Brahma; and Vishnu and Brahma fought with them for five thousand years until Vishnu finally killed them and from their marrows made the world.

“Vishnu then assumed the form of a tortoise and raised the earth out of the water and asked Brahma to create all that the world was of earth, sky and heaven; divided the earth into nine parts and created wind and sound and time; past, present and future; work, desire and anger … Siva was created as the third of the great trinity, Brahma creator, Vishnu preserver and Siva destroyer.

“… When the earth asked ‘Why do you come in the form of mountains and not in your own form?’, Vishnu answered: ‘The pleasure that exists in mountains is greater than that of animate beings, for they feel no cold, nor pain, nor anger, nor fear, nor pleasure. We three gods as mountains will reside in earth for the benefit of mankind.’

“Thus Himalchal, the Snow Mountains, were invested with sanctity, but the holy of holies is Mount Kailas in Tibet, and the sources of the Ganges and the mountains which surround it, and here are the ancient temples of Badrinath, Kedarnath and Gangotri. They are all reached by roads having a common origin at Hardwar (Rishikesh), another holy city which marks the place where the Ganges debouches from the hills onto the plains. The three temples are within a circle of twenty miles radius, but between each rises a twenty thousand foot ridge of snow and ice; and to pass from one to the other, pilgrims must retrace their steps for more than 100 miles, so to outflank that great barrier.

“Kedarnath was particularly associated with the worship of Siva …

Old photo of Gaumakh the Cow’s mouth – infant Ganges river emerges from Gangotri glacier ice

“Close to Kedarnath on the north, but reached by a different road, is Gaumakh, the Cow’s Mouth … the snout of the Gangotri glacier, 15 very rough miles above the Temple, and (although visited only by a very few) the sacred source – or rather the most sacred, for there are others – of Mother Ganges. Apparently when the world was young and man was in a state of innocence, the Ganges rose at Benares, so that it was an easy matter for believers to visit it. As earth increased in years and wickedness, the source retreated successively to Hardwar, Barahat and now to Gaumakh, whither the long and arduous pilgrimage may atone in some measure for the sins of a more vicious age.”

from Nanda Devi by Eric Shipton, 1934

Old map of Badrinath and Nanda Devi mountain sanctuary

Lovely to get this authentic feeling of VISHNU, the Sustainer of the Dharma. The naval chakra is the seat of creative imagination/sexual reservoir. Vishnu the god is coloured deep, dark blue by his worshippers, like his avatar, Krishna. Snake shimmies up the tree – the Snake with woman, Eve, is behind her back. Snakes twine the staff of Aesclepius – the winged healing polarities.

Vishnu appears as my 1987 drawing called “Music making Touch” in janeadamsart – in Beginning Something. Umbilicus connects the New Life to the old maternal one, while still in dream form and “underwater”. When the chord is cut, the New Life wakes up and takes responsibility, breathing AIR – breathing out first a cry, then SPEECH.

So that has something to do with the cutting of the Granthis at naval, heart and third-eye chakras – cutting the ties that bind, and which prevented speech. The ties are coils of fantasy. When they are cut, the New Life moves, walks, speaks – like baby Buddha: the potential to raise humanity another notch.

Sacred India Tarot, birth of Buddha – copyright Yogi Impressions books, 2011

I dreamt I wrote to my old Karmic nemesis and got a long letter back at once, which he read aloud to me over the phone. It wasn’t his voice, and it wasn’t his style, though it was typed. It was totally and releasingly UNLIKE him. His manner was conciliatory and conversational. He pointed out my need to spell out everything rather fully, ha ha. At the end, he said he’d better stop, or he will start to want to kiss JA, heaven forbid.

2.” Crossing the Event Horizon” …

N.Haramein demonstrates solar system spiral momentum – photo from TV

From Journal – 12 April 2013

I finished watching that exhausting fellow Nassim Haramein and his Event Horizon, and gave the four cds back to Actaeon.

The material – the root tetrahedron, and the insights concerning time, space and galactic black vortices – is wonderful. Nassim watches his own process of discovery, joins up the dots, verifies and takes it into the Tree of Life, Four Worlds, Tetragrammaton … but not Jacob’s Ladder or the Cube of Space. Those are further mountains in the same landscape.

He concludes that this ancient technology from the Pyramids, may revolutionize and enormously advance our own, and our communications with those outside Earth. However, he does not mention the profound psychological shift which it really entails: the kindness, kindred – the human natural state, when fully awake with these platonic forms. This and this alone, is real, evolutionary science. Other scientific attitudes and platitudes are concerned with MeHumanRaceFirst – i.e. exploiting the cosmic environment to our own local needs. They are in the playpen.

I took lots more photos off the TV and prettied them up on the Mac. I hope the guy has not gone glamour glitz by now. I did not enjoy watching or listening to him – he is rather intense, and I don’t like lectures – but I do relish his tetrahedral discoveries. He is having a hard time with the establishment which calls him a charlatan.

Here are some of the images I caught. I strongly recommend this video sequence if you are interested. It is called “Crossing the Event Horizon” and the film was made in 2008. (For more information, search also The Resonance Project.) It highlights the cosmic fractal proportion – a kind of Golden Mean, verifiable in all phenomena: a unified field theory.

3. Tetrahedrons and Kepler’s Harmonice Mundi

The Tetrahedrons are beautiful. They re-imprint the cosmic verity in my soul.

Now it is time to stop being lazy, and to draw new ones – understand what he’s done, from within – take them into my bloodstream and help clear my psychological loops of life’s “A-Maze”.

One fine day, towards the end of the 15th century, the young Johannes Kepler – astronomer and student of Pythagoras – while teaching a secondary-school math class, had his eureka moment. He drew on the blackboard, a triangle with a circle around its points; and suddenly he SAW. He received his entire life’s work to come. The class was abandoned to games of flip-the-rubber as its tutor voyaged into cosmic rapture. The ancient Circle or Sphere – (as he later qualified) symbolises for us, a timeless constant. It embraces every fluctuation or wobble. The Circle as the feminine, or ovary, receives and nurtures the masculine seed or YOD: the male triad form.

The platonic tetrahedron – his first breakthrough – would later be inserted (by Kepler) between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter. These planets stand for Gevurah and Hesed in the Soul triad of the Tree. Between the three-dimensioned orbits of each pair of planets, envisioned as a sphere, Kepler inserted one of the five Platonic Solids, and created his solar system Chalice – the sizes and proportions an almost perfect fit.

I cannot find online, any mention of Saturn’s orbital volume, square mileage or “cube” – the actual area of Saturn’s orbit around the Sun. Interestingly, Kepler – regarding the Solar System not as a disk but as an egg shape – inserted the platonic Cube between the orbits of Saturn and Jupiter.

Saturn is the boundary within which Kepler worked. It ruled his birth-sign Capricorn. I think Saturn’s orbital diameter through the Sun averages almost two billion miles: its period is 29 and a half years. We cannot conceive his mathematical reconciliation of orbital velocities, periods and ellipses, along with the snake-like motion through the galaxy, of the Solar System itself. Kepler knew that in our terms the measurement is never exact. But his approximations were enough to draw forth the resonance: and for this the Solar System’s elliptic orbits (rather than perfect circles) worked in his favour. Similarly, we re-construct the miraculous Sri Chakra Yantra template with a little tweaking and pulling of strings.

In his later work, the Harmonice Mundi, Kepler’s soul Law strove to correct flaws. He flew in imagination the depth, breadth and height of the Solar System in an epic search for the ultimate Key. The wider view revealed to him, within musical ratios of Period (squared) to Distance (cubed) between any pair of planetary orbits, precise intervals in the scale, the Song of God. And the heavens opened up to his inner ear ! and he still waits to be truly heard.

“My solar system is a Great Rose.
Her planetary waves stand out from centre.
A silver drinking chalice evolved to one of gold.
Petals of polyphony, musical chords, dance through interwoven orbits or waves,
integrating the binary ellipse with the divine Sphere.

“There is no need for martyrdom, or to crucify my Rose.
I ask you only to hear, and in that hearing moment live:
for the ear opens softly shells of the Rose,
the life of my Sol from the Sea.

“The sea is hearing: from petalled shells
planets and angels form pictures.
Enter the heart of silence, depth of the sea, the maker of stars, marrow of earth
which for ever is timeless, and not ‘history’.”

JA 1992

Doodle 1. I don’t know where I am going with this. I don’t know how it generates an octohedron also. Better to start with simple outlines. 23.4.13

doodle 2 – tetrahedron octohedron sequence – copied from Jiva Carter. This is more like it … 24.4.13

doodle 3 - generation of octohedrans through Cube.

doodle 3 – generation of tetrahedrons & octohedrans through Cube 24.4.13

There, that is a start. I learn quite a lot by trying to copy this freehand. A pair of tetrahedrons (a 3 becoming 4) form a cube. The six sides and 8 corner points of the cube generate the Octohedron with its 8 faces. When my inner eye starts to breed and brood these forms, and try to understand them, my mood distils and becomes sattvic. They are the harmonies of the soul.

parent tetrahedrons (Yod, Heh) and their child (Vav), the cube of space. (Second Heh) generates a new Family and its proliferating forms, from the centre point again.

Tetragrammaton – parent tetrahedrons (Yod, Heh) and their child (Vav), the cube of space. (Second Heh) generates a new Family and its proliferating forms, from the centre point again.

At the same time, I hear within – from the Himalaya range as from Mount Sinai: Brahman … Brahma, Vishnu Siva – the Triangle or trinity within the One – YOD HEH VAV HEH.

And I hear “Nanda Devi”: her high mountain sanctuary – Shekhinah, veil or bride. The mantras are awake.

Nanda Devi from Rishi Ganga gorge

4. The Pillar of Fire and of Cloud

Now a word concerning Technology. We have an utterly primitive totem-pole attitude to this. As Nassim Haramein demonstrates, genuine Technology has always been in the hands of hidden adepts. Thus, the Arc of the Covenant was and is a living force field. The unified field theory is no theory but a tetrahedral form: Tetragrammaton – the consonants of the Name.

When the burning bush spoke, Moses had a speech defect. He could not pronounce consonants easily. Hashem gave him therefore another Name to teach to Israel: consisting only of vowels, he would have no trouble in speaking it. The Name shining through J H V H without impediment, is A H I H … Ahieh Asher Ahieh, I am that I am.

Sacred science does not only describe nature. It charges it, reciprocally. Stones for the pyramids and for Stonehenge were transported by a concerted “wave” technique – a rhythmic prana ”cushion”, capable to influence their relative weight. The Staff of Life – whose symbol comes down to us as the winged Caduceus – embodied the ida and pingala nadis which entwine the spine. Such was Moses’ initiation with the serpent power, the rod, and the water from the rock.

Over the Great Magnetic Tabernacle which the children of Israel carried through the Red Sea, there shone a vortex of fire and of cloud. It is written as a pillar. It parted the Red Sea by spiral torque motion around itself/gravity, exposing for a moment of passage, the sea-bed sands. It travelled over the Sinai desert, as the tribes matured through two generations, and led them.

The Tabernacle was a little galactic whirlpool – like our solar system in its path around the Milky Way. Adapted to earth’s magnetic field, it curved gravity, space and time around the holy of holies – a core or nucleus.

The Tabernacle was an energy condenser of the Tetragrammaton – the primordial cycles of J H V H. In this form, they were accelerated: thus the atmospheric disturbances, plagues and quickening of human potential.

In the 21st century CE, the Hadron collider copies the principle in a primitive way. It enormously speeds up and smashes atoms. But the Tabernacle carried the fusion, not the fission. It tinctured humanity’s cosmic psyche. It rested, or it generated atmospheric unrest and Wisdom. In the Old Testament it is written of in code as an angry Lord. Indeed it was frightening when misunderstood, and it was revered. Moses alone could handle the mosaic. Nature – the Shekhinah – back-lashes when she is mishandled.

http://www.kingsolomonlegend.com

http://www.womanthouartgod.com

Solomon’s Temple of Wisdom built strong outer shields – equivalent to the leaden walls which contain a core reactor’s radiation. In this element, the Staff of Life is a system of voltages, stepped down to make them accessible.

Tarot key 7 - The Chariot, showing sigils & insignia. Enclosure: stepping down the voltage of the Magician

Tarot key 7 – The Chariot, showing sigils & insignia. A symbol of Enclosure: this Key is a transformer. It steps down the higher voltage of the Magician, key 1. Note wheels of Ezekiel, with eyes, and the winged caduceus. The Chariot moves in four directions simultaneously, and is at the same time still.

5. Technology

The higher technology is handled by esoteric schools and enlightened priests. So far, down through history, the priesthoods initially inherited the Knowledge – its pure transmission – then succumbed to power, corruption, ignorance and child abuse. Nowadays, the priestly authority is questioned generally, and is self-examined; which is some advance.

dandelion http://www.muslimvoices.org

The technology is “invisible”. It can be discovered through Self enquiry. Everything, dark or light, which flowers and prevails within ourselves today and every day, has its seed in the present Kalpa – what the scientists call the big bang. The Kalpa is one of an innumerable series, whose compass “only a Buddha can see, as revealed by another Buddha.“

The Kalpa series – the in and out breaths of the Source – is not linear. It is more like a dandelion clock: the pulse of all presences, all times. The seed is unbroken. When an electro-magnetic field in particles and sub particles is broken apart, the bomb explodes with a tiny fraction of a lightning flash discharge, or distant supernova, or … consciousness Itself. Consciousness is the unbroken dandelion seed in everything; and no amount of tearing apart can isolate it.

The seed of hope

In the Godcosm are macrocosm and microcosm enfolded.

Technology in the hands and hearts of builders of the adytum, the school of the soul, the rosicrucean manifesto, raises the level of conscience and of cosmic participation. It takes years, decades, generations, lifetimes. It moves quietly through a ground of enormous resistance. Its presence is a lubricant. It shifts the gears of surface history just sufficiently, at crisis points. An effective School travels light, without undue property, bureacracy or baggage. It is not recognised in the public domain. INTEGRITY’s organisation is minimal, and transparent. A healthy body works hard, but the functions do not labour. Each member of such a School is an oak inside the acorn: a nut inside a shell inside a nut: an ever expanding Tetrahedron series within the Circle-inscribed-Triangle J H V (H). The individual as a conventional cult, dissolves into Individuation.

Whitecoat technology crows and coos at the toys in its crib. Sophisticated electronic and cyberspace advances, games with DNA, war and genetic engineering – can copy basic automatic mechanisms of Mind. The tools are indeed brilliant and helpful, but they do not generate health or true creativity. For every dis-ease suppressed, another one pops up. In the art world, it has become so easy to generate images, that we atrophy the use of our hands, and of the time and space of our being: the organic way we truly see and grow.

A very few scientists (so called) access the dimension which is Conscious: the inner tuition that every grain of the cosmos is a product of thought. They approach, by acknowledging that in quantum theory, the investigating persona influences the result or feedback parameter. Scientific method and verification is limited to the human creature’s perspective. Without the conscience of our true cosmic role, we are indeed starved of its abundance, driven from the Garden, enslaved to economic perversions, and battling with a despoiled environment. True Science – conscience - begins when the pineal faculty – known as the third eye – opens. The third eye opens wherever competition as a driven factor, is outgrown. We are not fishes eating smaller fishes. We are “fishers of men” – of our humanity: the crucial learning curve just now !

“We come not to the charm of your personality, but to the focus of your mind.”

The third eye opens where the Buddha nature – the All One – is revealed in its inescapable diversity. The third eye opens with compassion, participation in the electro magnetic field as a whole. The third eye is tight closed wherever the academics acclaim yet another theory or adaptation “to benefit the public”.

Buddha Chenrezig

The third eye is a cosmic citizen. It may open at any moment in any one of us: but do we notice what we see? – (cf Sherlock Holmes !) Practically speaking, the long training to notice what we see, cannot be side-stepped. The third eye of “spiritual consumers” – the seekers after tablespoons of bliss, or to cancel their problems – does not open. For them, it is a mirage which opens, and keeps them thirsty.

6. The Red Sea Crossing and Covenant

In Exodus, the Angel of Death passed over each door where the third eye within was potentially open: these “I”s of Israel and their offspring were chosen Keepers of the Covenant. They carried the Covenant from Egypt, where it had begun to decay – to be forgotten and abused. Pharaoh let them go, because of the plagues the Covenant brought down: then sent his soldiers after them when he realised they – led by his adopted son Moses - had removed the Covenant itself.

But the Covenant and its dirigibility bore a powerful magnetic field or rotation – centrifugal and centripetal. It moved as a vortex of fire and of cloud. The Children of Israel walked along the seabed as within the eye of a storm, or spiralling water funnel.

Nowadays, this crossing is depicted in a linear way:

The Red Sea closed around their passing and drowned the pursuing soldiers. To that dynasty was left an empty shell and its ossifying altars. The Covenant was carried to the Mountain, over a 40 year initiatory period: two generations.

We are pondering not a toy, but the ineffable – the vast beyond mind’s local grasp. The Cosmic Law awakens wonder: tenderness among ourselves: respect. We bow before the Ruach when awakened, as grass to the wind.

The children of Israel under Moses, were delivered from slavery. They slipped out under the bar. They slipped the Covenant out, under the bar, and “spirited” it away. Moses had the Knowledge. He went up Sinai to meet J H V H, and returned twice with the signs and sigils of the Torah On his second descent, they were engraved as letters, through stone.

Tarot is another transmitter of Tora – the Law.

Tarot Arcanum 10 – The Wheel or ROTA

BOTA Key 16

Slavery is still our economic trap today. This is due
to mishandling nature’s wealth and wisdom, so the
portions we have isolated for ourselves, are poverties.

On the Tree of Life, the triad-of-feeling, Yesod Hod Netzach circuit, where we plot and dream our lives, is our default state of slavery, or mortgage. Hod-Netzach is the threshold of awakening – the Red Sea – which we cross, on our way to Sinai: Tifareth.

On the Tree’s Queen Scale colouring, this crossing path is scarlet. It carries the 17^th letter PEH, which means the mouth and utterance: the House of God speaks. PEH’s Tarot Key is 16, the Tower struck down by Lightning. Awakening for many of us, is a lightning flash – a shattering incident – a revelation – a breaking of the chrysalis for the butterfly.

This Key’s vibration is scarlet – the speech of Mars.

Here is a paragraph from A Kabbalist Meditates on Time (17 July 2012): “The Grand Cross in today’s heavens, is a potentially violent configuration in many views or frames; yet in its essence is the intersection of T S Eliot’s “occupation for the Saint”. It is for us, a portrait of time and of awakening. In Exodus, the Children of Moses crossed the Red Sea from bondage to Mount Sinai, the promised land. On the Tree of Life, this story is: Yesod, the bondage or self-image. Then Temperance, the probational path of honesty to Tifareth, the promised land.

Key 14, Temperance, is coloured deep blue – in the Tree’s centre pillar. Across Temperance, is Hod to Netzach, Key 16 - the path of Awakening (the Tarot’s Tower.)

In the Tree’s Queen scale colours, this path is coloured red: the path of Mars: the Red Sea !”

Netzach Hod sketch, 22 april 13. The crossing paths of Temperance (blue) and the Tower (red). Yesod is the violet pool around the feet. The path becomes indigo, as it flows into Malkuth.

Netzach Hod sketch, 22 april 13. The crossing paths (vertical and horizontal) of Temperance (blue) and the Tower (red). Yesod (personality) is the violet pool around the feet. The vertical path turns indigo, as it flows down into Malkuth. Note: the rainbow and the Archangel’s robe of white light. Copy from BOTA Key 14

BOTA The Star, Key 17

Key 16 the Tower is followed by Key, 17, the Star woman. Here, the speech is scarlet and contained: Thoth’s bird in the background tree. The shell fell away … from the truth within.

On the Tree, the vertical path through the threshold, the path linking Yesod to Tifareth, is called “Probation” or Temperance (see above sketch). It tests our honesty, each step of the way. It leads us into knowledge and conversation with the Holy Guardian Angel within. The guide and guardian of Self realisation is Archangel Michael or MAHAEL of the Sun. In a later post, we might look at how the Archangelic names are breathed, to embody them.

The symbolism of Exodus is dramatic, but ineffective if I just project it on my cinema screen. So how should I walk with Exodus? By attending to its content here and now; my fear, my emotive slavery, my conditioned attitude to the world, my way of handling nature; and where I am honest and where I tell lies.

How does the Covenant of Life live and grow and lead the way, in my heart? How does the seed which my parents’ convergence sowed, develop?

Be objective! Watch the flow of water, and of light. Watch the space.

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

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Solomon

Posted on March 22, 2013 by janeadamsart

This piece for the spring equinox, on Solomon, complements my previous post about the Priestess, and the ongoing “Parvati themes” in janeadamsart.

Photo by British Everest expedition 1922 … 16,000 feet

Head Lama, Rongbuk Monastery, 1922

“Harbour the culture through chaos. Conserve the culture through chaotic conditions. The capacity to do so, is oasis.”

I see Tibet behind Mount Everest, and also the shy bend of the River Torridge in North Devon, its swift mainstream, its quiet circling backwaters which observe. I put a photo of it at the end of Parvati Waters Trees.

Solomon’s wisdom is in the mountains and sages of each place of time, as in the lilies of the field. Before I discovered this aspect pattern in my birth chart, I had intuitively adopted the Seal of Solomon as my guiding Star and logos.

My mandala: something inherited: a dedicated way. My birth was painfully delayed (for my mother) until the moment when the Ascendent “earthed” a hexagonal concordance with the Nodes, Uranus opposite Venus, and the Part of Fortune. Subjectively I was aware from earliest childhood, of beauty, and the microcosmic fact of Macrocosm. The harmonic for me, is inescapable, and converges many old apprenticeships and skills. It is transpersonal. I view it objectively, and try to serve it well.

So: capacity to conserve a culture, creates oasis.

The medieval monks in Europe conserved the culture through chaotic conditions – war, pillage, waste. They kept their prayer and their libraries going. These too got pillaged, but always resurfaced and carried on, maybe a century later. In Tibet, the Rongbuk monastery is back in business. What the monasteries truly have, is eternal and indestructible. The Eternal Life rebirths, in the covers of a book or a body-mind.

modern rongbuk monastery, tripadvisor.com … that, above the cloud, is the summit!

Perhaps I am an old illuminator of the manuscripts, sitting in a chilly stone library, like I so often sit in my chilly kitchen, tinkering along in the inward warmth, and rise stiff and cold. Perhaps I receive the same cherishing that I gave to the old manuscripts and their lettering and their wisdom. Perhaps I am tonsured, and even the Librarian: the keys are in my belt, with my rosary. The damp smell of old stone and vellum. Scraping scratch of feathered pens. Cold feet, always: often, cold hands. The Glory. Where am I? Norway? France? North Germany?

kolbe rosary detail

In my soul rests a romantic residue of the monastic life, the gothic arch, the songs of prayer, male harmonies, brothers. Were those happy lifetimes? Fulfilled? I know by hearsay that in monastic communities every individual petty misery is magnified. I came into this birth with the warning: ”don’t be so selfish”.

Well, I suppose my feet are in sandals, and my robe is brown, and I love the Mountains which are the books of wisdom, eternally. The Mountains erode the pages and stand as they are. I know history. I know that the Knowledge returns from the flames of petty pyres and reoccupies the libraries, as fresh as a daisy.

On DNA racial analysis – human groups: lineage, Levite, the colours in the stitches of Africa …. Solomon sent ships down the Red Sea – sailors went on land – mixture of genes … beautiful Ethiopians? Many are of Jewish origin. Solomon’s bride is dark and comely - as was Parvati, Siva’s bride.

My friend Sarah who looks so English and sensible, researched and discovered her ancient African gene ancestry: her privilege to find and be this body, today’s result (in progress) of countless converging lines of history – a hinterland.

Young bedouin – bin Ghabaisha, from photo by Thesiger. War and …

DNA is a physical web or template. It sustains itself unceasingly, and does not change. There is an interplay of physical and Karmic webs with the strands of the Spirit. Slowly the soul merges with the Infantile in the womb – she may come from far away; the earth root is tribal. The soul has the flexibility of good and evil and selection.

Sarah notices distinct facial types of kindred spirit, as among musicians and singers: their carriage or enthusiasm, their shared eccentricity.

(In “Prayer to the Moon” – (http://moma-fauna.blogspot.co.uk/: look for “Animist Blog Carnival: The Shape of Time & Other Things”) - I found a 1980s video of Carl Sagan demonstrating the extraordinary flexibility and precision of DNA models, “light years” inside the depths of the cell … )

I enjoyed trying to play some Bach yesterday, piano – Allemandes and Sarabandes from the French and English suites … spell them out slowly. They are very beautiful.

Arcanum 9 hermit … and peace

Solomon Re-Membered

GEMATRIA is the “spelling”, letter by letter, of the Hebrew Alephbeis. Each letter is a living spirit, a gesture, a hieroglyph of Hashem the holy One, for someone like myself, who can’t read Hebrew ! They each have numbers, which add up, expand and correspond universally. Gematria, the science of numbers, is a gymnasium, extraordinarily profound. It may tempt the monkey mind, a torrent of clever associations – a tasty Law of Correspondences.

But gematria, to live and build with, needs to be held for a long time on the tongue, and relished.

The word Ha-KVKaBIM the Stars, is 103, the number of EBeN Ha-ADaM, Stone of Adam,

and of BoNAIM, the builders, masons (Essene word),

and of GNaN, to hedge about, protect, shield,

and of HVA Ha ELoHIM “He is God” ,

and of MaGeDVN, rendezvous, place of Armageddon or meeting,

and of MaGeNI, my shield.

These all have the mutual linking number 103, and are holy breaths. The stars are the dust of Adam Qadmon. They are strung together as desert sands, to build Sanctuary, and to fence the holy ground of God. At ”armaggedon“, place of meeting, rendezvous, they are my shield.

(Note that a similar word, Magid, means “inner teacher, enlightened spiritual guide.)

The miracle-bearing seed of the Royal House of David, is brought to Bethlehem the House of Bread. The yeast is pounded down to rise: meditation pounds it down.

“We must come to the Meggeden, and place of rendezvous.” We must come to a holy place of meeting, with the Companions of the Light. What is meditation but a repeated thought? How simple it is. Any thought, repeated enough, will solidify and manifest. Sustained reflection on “what is true?” produces what appear to be miracles, and helps difficult relationships to unravel and deliver, in any plane of being, or history.

“Rendez-vous” means “Render yourself.” This same root is Surrender: to the indwelling Shekhinah, the Daughter of the Seven - indeed the Daughter of Jerusalem who is dark and comely. He makes an appointment with Her. He seeks Her out, and to her faithful lover, Shekhinah unveils.” (Paul Foster Case)

It is the Song of Songs!

So I get to work.

The Occult doctrine is: The Stone of Adam is the union of the Father Hokhmah with Tifareth the Son – a great Star surrounded by seven smaller stars.

Arcanum 17, Star

The Bonaim, builders, share the secret doctrine, as did the Essenes. The Builders of the Adytum disagree with Essenic celibacy, but concur with the Rosicrucean Manifesto that “our building, although one hundred thousand people had very nearly seen it, shall forever remain untouched, undestroyed and hidden in the wicked world.”

Paul Foster Case

The pure teaching and practice of the Ageless Wisdom is not designed to be popular or to attract large numbers. It is targeted. It is the Adytum or Sanctuary in the third eye. Paul Foster Case wrote, “In an unenlightened man it is in the same condition as the Temple at the time of David. The materials are gathered, but cannot be erected into a temple by David, the warrior and man of blood. They must wait for Solomon, whose name (Shalom) signifies “peaceful”.”

Then the Psalmist – his entire emotional spectrum in the Songs – was the Shield for Solomon’s Song and Seal within. Magendovid means “Shield of David” – for the Star itself is Solomon’s Seal. David is “the Beloved”. In modern Israel, the Temple – except in some communities, and in vistas far transcending politics – is relatively dormant. The magendovid became a secular flag. But the Covenant is in the air we breathe.

“Solomon comes down to us largely as allegory. His name is the rising Sun: SOL OM ON – Latin, Sanskrit, Egytian. Each syllable and the triad which combines them, symbolises Tifareth.”

(Paul Foster Case)

Solomon’s Cube, Emblem 6

The Covenant, the Shekhinah, is placed in a Cubical room. This is the flower at the heart of the Cube of Space, extending toutes directions: JHVH and the weathercock. Here and now, it awakens. When the i-habit drops into the deep, the Covenant arises; words or phrases trickle through the silence one by one. This is the goal of spiritual exercise: to grasp the Staff of peace. The Staff is the Key to all history, and is common to each soul who finds it again. The Staff is the collective cosmic Knowledge – Daat on the Tree of Life – when Solomon’s Seal with the Cube it forms, AWAKES. Where else can it awake, but here?

BOTA cube, star, weathercock

Before the Cube of Solomon awakes, tools to build the Temple lie on the ground waiting for instruction. Their fascinating flat shapes in theory were and are seized and discussed by the learned of all cultures … like the story of the Elephant and the Blind Orthodox Scholars … like fragments of a mirror to put in a museum.

But inside the invisible Elephant, a sage and student stroll towards sunrise … the interior light and conversation common to All: the heart.

Isis gathered the scattered pieces of Osiris, to conceive from him their child Horus. When the Seal of Solomon is re-membered, in a twinkling it catches fire and VOLUME, a burning bush in the heart: eternal Life. Then I know I am a little lens placed near the ground, for the Cosmic prayer of Natural State unceasing. I am a raindrop. I am given the moment shared, which hides the scholarly centuries.

Before it strikes, I don’t know what or where it is. When it strikes, it is unsought, innocent and entire. Sacred geometry enkindles it. The magendovid protects and kindles my desire to let it pass on through my transparency. When this movement sings in the temple of the soul, I am stepped beyond the petty reasonings, petitions or words of the world. Here is source, like the language in the church roof in The Knight. I, the smudgy creature on the floor, pick up the correlation and scribe it. Scribing, as in monastic lifetimes, holds my attention here in sanctuary.

Nothing in all the world is as repetitive as the Ageless Wisdom in the blood: the pulse. The drum of the rain.

So many temple cloths and churches get torn down, to disclose again the Adored ADONAI, KABOD the Glory.

Whatever may happen for secular Israel, the beauty of its hidden communities flowering over rock, salt and sky, extends far and near, like sturdy ground-climbers, and will survive and prevail as the human core: peace. At the root of all Israel’s thought is SOLOMON, Shalom, the peace: keep the peace, even through concrete walls. In this broad picture, the secular combat is a house of cards – a delusion. It rose and fell many times in the old and new testaments.

“The truth is: war will not work. The peace is not with the politicians, but in the heart of the people. The peace is in the young of both sides, who are tired of the war.”

I feel and smell the sweet wind, the milk and honey. The delusion and mutual enemies are a curtain to go right through, to collapse: it is but a second in the pause of God. We Judaeans, Levites, Arabians, Kurds, Chaldeans and Yemenites are a people of Allah, a city of JHVH, and as the everyday mindset, mostly we forget this; and when we forget, we suffer and are tense with an enemy around us, or busy/superstitious with our golden calves.

An ancient habitation of my soul has roots in the silver sand no wind removes – the tablets of the Mountain. Back in 1971, travelling a tiny corner of the Sahara, I saw the Book of the Ages: no human fancy, chemistry or invention is other than the strata of those rocks and dunes, and the faces and histories the wind draws. I saw where ‘I’ begin, between grains of sand numberless as those of Ganges in the Buddha nature.

I would not have this understanding, had not my soul been Jewish, many, many times … as well as being a scribe in Christendom, strange yet integral descendent of Judah: the Word is love. As a keeper of the Book, keep practicing. Hold the flame, keep it burning. It gathers its own. ‘Gathertegen’ was my imaginary childhood city of God, where all the best toyshops were. It is in the gentlest of the breath, the rising falling tide… the immense horizon of the view.

When Moses came down the Mountain … when Yeshua went up the hill to pray … In Moses the Holy One struck a match aflame and spoke: ”I AM THAT I AM – go and tell them that.” In Yeshua the YOD is Father, his source: for give.

dead sea vista photo by http://www.apothecarysgarden.com

Each morning when I write, I go up the hill to pray, not remembering why, until I am here. The spark is Netzach, the friction of life. In a motor, this generates the engine. Netzach is Nature, the Tree of Life’s power base. The friction of lightning and rain in Earth’s aeons, generated life. The friction of male and female re-kindles the soul, a lamp in the womb for the soul.

SheMH ISRAEL

A very old man sings this, his movement of ancient joy and sorrow down the generations, eternally young. It rocks his cradle and tefillin. He told me that after his son was born, he ran naked into the salty sea to release his tribute to Shekhinah.

Egyptian AmunRa brought forth the cosmos from his penis, self pleasuring, God to behold God. Which of the Schools dare to tell us, that God’s condition is joy? Genesis is joy? The tsim-tsum is joy? Erotic, cosmic joy? It is too intimate to be “believed in” ! (Messiaen’s music, sometimes: Turangalila 4th mvt, and Turangalila 5th mvt, Joie du Sang des Etoiles. Just try dancing out the cobwebs to this! /and see the Picasso drawing on the second one./ And if possible, get hold of Andre Previn’s 1978 recording of Turangalila.)

Every atom of the universe is joy. This is our seed, our being. Look at the vast numbers of ways this is misconstrued, abused, misinterpreted – such drab fantasies about virgins in paradise.

The propaganda develops when the fact of joy is forgotten: when local intellect usurps and obscures the fact, it gradually fashions a sitting duck for its own invention – the self-destruct.

Yet everything both light and dark, is a version of God unto God. What dogma closes and confines? What opens, heals and liberates?

If I lived the devil backwards, I see the point again. This is what Arcanum 15 reveals and teaches: dissolving the cramped effigy on his throne, into 6, the Lovers at Tifareth who give each other space and time.

Star Cross & Crescent

Star, Cross and Crescent … let there be peace.

Peace and let there be peace to all beings, is a dry formula only, rattling on the sand, until stirred with the Water of Life – Yeshua turned away from the rabble and drew in the sand – a reality of joy, a reality of Sangha. This Sanskrit word for “Companions” is the same as the French for blood – Sang-Real: the Grail, the bloodline, the carrier of the Sun: SOL.

The Holy Grail is not a Cup or category. The Holy Grail is a transmission, the bloodline, the Family of God, the JHVH. It has no end; and we see within, our Self.

The myths of Siva-Rudra’s linga, thrust into the Water of Life, were sustained by yoga. The moments of human ecstasy, eros and Light are brief in the daisy chain. The stems of the daisy chain are interwoven. So we find out how to concentrate that continuity, the seed in the vessel. Oak in the acorn. The deep human learning curve is to forsake a “selfish” sexuality, to convert erotic feeling by metanoia, to the common good. Tantra and alchemy have the practice, and it is the language all mystics use. Some versions are celibate, but this is not mandatory.

ida craddock sketch

The mandate is a spiritualized, subtle, sustainable sexuality: a Sivaic perpetuity before the peak as it were. Through this medium, transmission flows. It is similar to the radiation from rocks and flowers, human to human, star to star. Ida Craddock taught it to Victorians, and was hounded to her death by outraged male chimney-pots and the church. They were scared of having their black holes in petticoats taken away from them. The Pulpit thundered.

Sexual honesty is a human Achilles heel: the preference is fantasy, guilt, romance, fast in-and-out, and domination. Sexual-spiritual Odyssey is likely to explore any one, or some of these completely, towards the light.

Then I remembered and found this bit of Solomons Song …
verses by Alan Jacobs and JA, June 1995

“For dark am I, and ardent,
singed and seared by scorching sun
to taste the vine.”

“Our house has beams of cedar,
our bed is green, your eyes are doves in flight.”

“As an apple among the wood,
do you stand out from youth,
I bask beneath your shade
and your fresh fruits are sweet as truth.”

“O that your left hand rest over my head,
your right hand in my heart!
Daughters of Jerusalem
awaken not Love, till He wills …
Hear His voice! how bounding over hills
my lover leaps
like stag or young gazelle,
gazing in through our lattice.”

“Scent of green fig,
oh dove, hidden in rocky clefts,
let me see and touch your face -
catch the little foxes that maraud the vine.”

“How fair you are, my darksome dear,
your eyes behind your veil are doves,
your raven locks are flocks of goats
descending Gilead in silken droves.”

“Your teeth are a herd of sheep just shorn,
come up from Jordan’s streams:
each with lambs is blessed, not one unborn,
your lips are scarlet thread that gleams.”

“Your cheeks are pairs of pomegranate
in a veil of wind swept fields,
your neck is King David’s tower of granite
hung with a thousand warriors’ shields.”

“Your two breasts as pair of soft young roes,
feed among lovely lilies white
till break of dawn with the rose
as shadows flee the light.
I will rise and reach the mountains of myrhh
and hills of golden frankincense.”

“Your lips sip sweet as honey comb,
the milk beneath my tongue,
your fragrant robe as fresh as foam,
a love-locked garden rose, my bride so young.”

“Sealed spring, a crystal fountain
cinnamon scent of orchard spice
streams down the sacred mountain,
aloes, henna, nard and saffron rice.”

“I sleep, but heart and soul awaken
to my lover at the door: his voice to my plight
calls: open my sister, beloved, by me be taken,
my head is wet with dew, my locks with drops of night.”

“My lover thrust through the door’s latch his hand,
my bowels were moved for him, so dear.
I rose to my beloved, to see him stand,
my fingers dripped sweet scent of myrrh.”

“I opened; but how? he had turned and gone!
What did he say? the soul within me failed.
All night I sought him, till the dawn
calling his name, grief struck, impaled.”

“The watchmen found me, lost in the city
as they were going about; they beat and bruised me.
Keepers of walls, they had no pity -
tore away my cloak, defiled and used me.”

“I charge you O daughters, if you find
him, tell him I am sick and faint with love.”

“As cedar of Lebanon, tall his frame,
my bridegroom, beloved his name.”

“Where did he go?
to his rose garden fled.
I am his; the beloved is mine.
He browses in the lily bed.”

“In my nut garden standing still,
the golden Sun sinks into a silver Sea.”

“My love, like a wild stag
or young gazelle,
abounds on mountains of spices:
all is well.”

A.J. 1995

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

Cathedral Building: The Priestess

Posted on March 17, 2013 by janeadamsart

priestess of Isis 2003

This is a sequence of meditations on the Tarot High Priestess and on Cathedral building. I wrote them down in about 1991, just before I learned of vesica pisces. Vesica pisces is the compass of sacred architecture. You put a stake in the ground and string to walk a circle around it; you intersect it with a further circle whose centre is on the circumference, and so on, as the petals grow. The proportion flowers to a Plan on which the Stone safely stands.

I have some more material about the Priestess and the Moon specifically : for a later post.

20 September 1991 – Behind the Rampart: Solitude

“The divine principle of that which belongs to it, the perceptions of the pure intelligence, conceal themselves behind the rampart of the body.”

“The Lord and Author of all things whom we call God, brought forth a second God, visible and sensible … not because he himself has sensibility, but because he is perceptible to the senses.” (The Universe, the Son or Word made flesh)

“In the manifold way of universal life, the innumerable individualities distinguished by their variations are nevertheless united in such a manner that the whole is one, and everything proceeds from unity.

“ … Lend me now all the powers and penetration of thy thought; for the idea of Divinity which cannot be conceived save by divine assistance resembles a rapid stream precipitating itself onward with impetuousity, and often therefore outstrips the attention of the listeners and even of him who teaches.”

Hermes Trismegistus: The Virgin of the World

sleeping beauty, 1957

A Journey

… CONTEMPLATION now opens into the knowledge that my consciousness is but a point of space in limitless space — not the familiar body at all.

It is a bit vertiginous. There’s a slight feeling of vertigo, with my awareness working its way ADRIFT. Endless space it is, it is space with no end, to plummet infinitely deep in all directions. But it isn’t fear. It isn’t fear when taken into the heart.

The concept is similar to being in intergalactic cosmos I suppose. But the reality is that all substance, all matter, every kind of “support” subatomizes to space, to the quantum of being.

The feeling of this was especially strong – it came on while I was sitting at my kitchen table eating my supper and reading Hermes T. – the passages above; with household chores undone, and chaos everywhere. My elbow on table, bum on seat, every act or object is limitless, a sacred invitation within reality, within each dot or point of space … everywhere … the point of it all: contact. Touch. Bottomless contact with the Earth.

Or into measureless depth of water float. Stay … this “adrift” feeling, opens. It is hard to leave the shelter of the rock and push off into this … (I want to.) SAMADHI must be when all the dots or points of nothingness open into incandescent and simultaneous Being.

Anyway, it brought a slowly approaching hint (like just before dawn). I am the soul or inner fact of the world, even though there are still thoughts and person-ego, etc.

It wasn’t possible to read or do anything for a bit. The desire was to sit with it quietly. So I did.

Small planet Earth in Space.

Knowing this is frightening. But with a pure and interested party being investigative, what is there to fear? To hang out in and as the slowly developing idea of all directions of space without time, doesn’t frighten. There is beingness, only beingness, all alone. Yet only this must be wanted.

Have I the strength to let go of the rest?

21 September 1991 - Tools to Build a Cathedral ¹

Like the Magus in the First Arcanum, the Priestess has a set of vocational tools. They correspond to the Second Degree of the mason’s Craft, and are read in the Hermetic Cross over her heart. They are the Plumb, the Level and the Square. Correspondingly, these same tools on the Tree of Life are the Triad of the Soul – Hesed, Gevurah, Tifareth.

Hesed is Jupiter (expansion and grace), Gevurah is Mars (severity and restraint) and Tifareth is the Sun (the seat of the inner ruler, the heart, consciousness.)

My view is that levels of initiation are basic, few, and universal. They are the Law. Further and higher degrees refine the application. An Initiation awakens Consciousness in a region which was blind. Any one Initiation applies to life, and may take many years, even lifetimes.

“Only those who do the Work for its own sake are initiated. Only the individual who wants to make manifest what Kabbalah reveals, can be an ‘Initiate’.

Zev ben Shimon Halevi

What follows is my own line of discovery.

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¹A blend of various traditions. This drawing, and some of the section which follows, is inspired by The Way of the Craftsman by W.Kirk McNalty – a study of the symbolic structure of craft freemasonry, by a Kabbalist.

Tools of craft Masonry – after Kirk McNalty

Method, Root and Shoot

Take first the Plumb. This drops a weight from boundless sky to gravity. Does it balance and straighten the spine, to build a Cathedral? The plant roots downward and shoots upward, like the flame of Siva.

Let this movement be a plummet to sink restless mental waves deep down into foundation, the waters of the interior well. Let it fall now, fall through the column of my body, through the chord of spine to its root and beyond, deep down and out into space, beyond my seat, beyond my tail. That hidden sphere of space, like the borderless blue night, expands. It has no speech or picture.

As the plummet sinks, the white flame of Siva rises into the empyrean … like a sunflower.

Feel the core of this ascending/descending stillness. Feel it stretch: the opening of the grain of space from within the seed of space. Now time is not here. I am not. There is only an opening and informing Source of this moment, this current.

There came a sense of desolate solitude, of vertigo in the infinite, being only one point in the infinite, wobbling. No “friends”. No thoughts. No supports. The Earth in endless space shrinks into the personal-ego and all its possessions. I am afraid because there is nothing around me. Who am I? Where are my feet?

This vertical expansion – the Plumb – widens horizontally, like opening out the arms, to each side, to see … that Isolation also is Not.

The “emptiness” is a congeries of opening “points” or subatomic sources of itSelf. All of these are. All are empy for all, and each to each, are equally awareness; a being in touch. The I is not an astronaut. The I is emergence … everywhere, as here … of the inward, measureless grains of space for it. In this way, inexplicably, I find a lateral sustenance. Vertigo vanishes.

My thought feared for its possession, falling into the grain of space. But reality does not wobble, nor does it choose. All is well.

My momentary silence hears the tune or current of the world. Let the being of the many I … let it breathe. Rest within it. This is the horizontal tool that corrects and levels. It is the Spirit-level of the mason. It integrates my formlessness with the walls and windows of life.

The sea, very deep, swells back and forth, breaking over old rocks which rise out of it. The surface of the sea is veiled and turgid with the wind. As I watch, it seems the wind disappears, the swell diminishes, and the surface of the deep sea loses its wrinkling. It becomes a mirror clear and calm to the shining sky.

The Plumb belongs to the Active Pillar of Force on the Tree of Life. It opens and expands the Sefira of Grace (Hesed) in a Jovian crescendo of consciousness. The plumbline finds and opens the well.

The Spiritlevel, on the Pillar(passive) of Formation, brings in the factor of restraint. As “judgement” it sharpens the critical eye to produce a plane from all points of the line, and to be the structural Gevurah.

The vertical movement is “To Will”. The horizontal movement intersecting it is “To Be Silent.”

And so the Square, or right angle tool at Tifereth, the seed or point of intersection, focusses, adjusts and corrects the relationship and aesthetic balance of the Plumb and the Level. It is Self correcting. Here is consciousness. Watch any bricklayer at work, with his vertical and horizontal pieces of string. Watch a dowser for hidden water with a pendulum and a map.

This is the building of Cathedrals … on the spot, wherever I am.

master mason tools – note the Compass on the Plan

The Widows and the Sons of the Widow

The Western face of the Cathedral has two round Rose windows. Through these two eyes, the rays of the setting sun enter to journey East … to the Sunrise itself … (through the ISIS of night to the resurrection of OSIRIS). In the great Cathedral, East and West come to meet one another through the great arch or vault of its pillars, North and South — Bohaz and Jakin.

Rays of sunrise are eyes to see. Look into your own eyes, and you shall see. Consciousness is travelling from West to East, towards Sunrise. The priestess in the cathedral is the rood screen upon which consciousness travels and is projected. But consider now this Second Arcanum! Is not the priestess herself travelling blind?

The pillars in whose Middle Space she sits, are the Sun and the Moon to her own right and left. If we are on Earth’s Northern hemisphere, I see from this that the Pillar of the Sun to her right must be due South, while the Moon to her left, representing the night, is due North. So she herself is journeying Eastward ! towards …

High Priestess – Arcanum 2

The spectrum through “Yang” and “Yin” of the light, south and north, symbolises day and night. In the primal unity of opposites, the seed consciousness is a whole rotation through states manifest and latent, like the behaviour of the mysterious electron. In the fourth dimension, all states are the One which is their seed. The eyes of the priestess are veiled, so she travels in the dark. (A new degree initiate to Masonry, is blindfolded first.) The disk of the Moon between her horns, however, receives on its face the full light of the Sun. So the Moon is Full, in exact opposition to the Sun. This, in the old Tridentine Mass, is the position of the Celebrant to lead and receive the Communion. Towards the altar with his back to the congregation, he leads them and concelebrates. He is their eyes, facing sunrise.

At Full Moon, when the sun rises on the Eastern horizon, the moon is setting opposite, at the Western antipodes. Receiving the Sun’s light here in full, for a moment, two lamps in equilibrium, the moon then disappears below the horizon. She “travels” through the dark fortnight towards conjunction, symbolic reunion.

Thus the priestess, the bride or “Yin” of ADONAI, passing the antipodeal crest of FULL differentiation, makes her journey eastward along the chequered pavement to orient her knowledge within … “I”. For “I” am the witness, the place of meeting, of marriage.

Tarot priestess 2003

She is the feminine priestly power of a congregation. She also, very swift and still, is the LAMB. She sees me rise. I rise in the East. I fill her with light, to travel through the dark. For I am OSIRIS. I am receiving … through long ages of my sister ISIS … an osmosis of all the earthly fragment of my body … up into the arms of my whole Light. And when we are wed at dawn, she rises with me, and has disappeared.

Here is a mystery clear and bright with paradox, of sacramental sacrifice. In Arcanum Two, the priesthood is the Bride of the Lamb of God: the oracle. Arcanum Four – The Emperor – carries the 5^th letter, HEH. This letter is assigned to Aries and the spring equinox. He is the Ram, or Lamb.

human pentagram

In Arcanum Five, we shall meet the High Priest, or Hierophant. His number “Five” refers to the apex of the four elements, or sides of a pyramid, and also to the divine spark of prana or breath, which enters the clay of life. In the human Pentagram (YOD HEI SHIN VAV HE , Jehoshua, Iesu or “JAH LIBERATES”) he is redemption. He offers his person to the translation.

But the Hierophant is an adaptation of the Priestess. His letter is VAV, his sign is Taurus, the Bull whose horns the Priestess wears.

The Moon – the Priestess – is exalted when it is in Taurus, for plants open their flowers to the Taurean season – April and May. The earth produces abundantly, and people have “green fingers”. Taurus is ruled by Venus. The tides of earth and moon together, when Taureanly attuned, symbolize our subconscious in mature operation.

BOTA tarot key 2

I read of a masonic tradition called “The Sons of the Widow”. These are “Masters” upon whom the builders of the Cathedrals would call, when in need. In this tradition the Craftsman or builder is journeying from West to the East, to seek help and instruction. The Master mason (a Son of the Widow, or of Man before the Fall) simultaneously comes to meet him from the East. On this journey, the Master is looking for something which was lost when the Temple was nearly complete. In the legend, Hiram Abiff the chief architect of the LORD, was murdered by two Companions (who wished to possess his powers of operation, and the plans of the Temple) and hastily buried under a sprig of acacia (springlike) which revealed to his avengers the deed. The secrets of the Master were buried with him, for they are not available to the ungoverned desires of the non-integrated psyche. They have to be earned.

Light and Shadow 1987, after Eliphas Levi

The Craftsman and the Master mason are coming together to repair a loss. They travel the East-West meridian of the setting and rising sun, along which the body of Hiram Abiff was buried, to complete a sacred Circle that is never complete. ( … “for mine eyes have seen the Glory …”)

Across the meridian of light there is an arch. Solomon’s two original pillars, Jakin and Bohaz, were “constructed hollow for storage”. It is said they were built of brass and cast in clay ground outside the Temple. They are functional pillars of the psyche. They are the archive. In their great dual granary are stored as rebirths, deaths and memory, the active and passive seeds of History – the moving surface of the waters. The pillars portray the masonic Rule of Three. Their polarity is balanced and neutralised by the evolution of the Third Pillar: this is Self-awareness – the gnosis of the Just Man in the space between, like violet incense spiralling toward the lofty vault; Jacobs Ladder at every point of meeting.

The height of the pillars, or twin spires of a Gothic cathedral, is ballasted by their depth and strength of foundation. The visible shape heavenward of a great and ancient tree, hints at the hidden sky “below”. The stem and flowering of the tree reflect as in water the stem and flowering of its subterranean root bowl. Tree, what a many branched bowl of sky is yours! Above as below, what a starry sky of stars! The higher the pillar, the deeper it penetrates the ground and heart – the Masters’ Eye.

And so, the two round Rose windows, through which the rays – (of sunset, or of the moon opposite sunrise) – peer into a cathedral, are themselves the pillars of sight, south and north. My eyes are windows. Who is looking inward? Who travels in space?

In ritual, the pillars of the inner world are approached as a doorway. There may be a password, prayer or mantra to offer, before being invited in: or the condition may be dark, or silence. The veil is drawn back to an approach of inner peace. What is then seen may have no name or form. The nature of the work accords with provide-ence and its karmas. But Meister Eckhart, journeying among his congregations in fourteenth century Germany from door to door, told them God does His deepest and most mysterious Work in the soul which is at rest.

As well as the pillars and three tools, the chamber of the Second Degree of masonry contains the bodies of the sun and moon, the globes of terrestrial and celestial providence, and the mysterious single letter “G”.

In a nutshell the gesture is: to see within, be still and touch source. This is the meridian of light, consciousness, west, east. Across it there appears the meridian of earth, the archway north, south. This is the membrane or prima materia, the task of space and time, to grow. The resistance is the open door when welcomed. Embrace both planes with arms open wide. Feel their simultaneous expansion .

“all experience is an arch where thro’
gleams that untravel’d world whose margin fades
for ever and for ever as I move …”

Tennyson

The archway is our parents, through whom we look, learn and grow.

parental gothic arch

22 September 1991 – Visitors to Ramana’s Ashram

This morning I went again into this business with the Plumbline and the Level and found it to be a sound “method” or tool. The sinking of the plummet opens up the spine, perhaps a trace of kundalini or serpent awakening. There was a feeling of ascent and expansion. The “I” sensation opens and is proud in the upper spine. Be aware with it, and bring it back into the heart. Ask “who”. Let the question be there – that is sufficient.

In so doing, the horizontal beam crosses the vertical, and becomes the mason’s Level. So the horizontal arms of the Hermetic Cross bring that lateral dimension of space and of being, into play. Self enquiry, from the point of intersection, defuses any tendency to inflation.

This inner gesture offers up my will to: THY WILL BE DONE. This is the prayer for my personality and conditioning to be less obstructive to truth. It seems yet a considerable “way ahead”; but I feel the opening of that Way, nor am I impatient. Evolution back into source, into realisation, is given acording to the Will. It is all the time here and now the clearing of shadow to be able to see.

Tunnel vision open wide

I know and joyfully accept that the time frame for my realisation is immaterial. There is no “me” to be realised. There is realisation. It is a fait accompli … in Ramana, and in others, plain as a gooseberry, and I don’t care how many more births it takes, or how long it has already been, how much grittiness to be borne. It is … in full leaf, like the summer of a tree. Clap hands for joy! All this is realisation. Ramana went through everything. Then everything disappeared in him. The in and out of this is beauty.

The granule of eternal living-space, of enquiry, opens. The tree of life is my body. The spiritual heart is a little to the right and the physical organ a little to the left, of centre. Can I see my eye which gives me sight of the world. Can I with my mind describe the place from which the seeingness arises?. But in this place there rests – neutrally at first – a knowledge of beauty and of balance, and of the delicate and continual adjustment of planes of being. Watch a cat about to pounce; he concentrates, moving from side to side before he springs. Watch an artist, architect, dancer or lover of geometry at work. Watch the bricklayer on the building site, with his vertical and horizontal pieces of string, stepping back and forth.

The Square or Rightangle is a perpetual instrument of focus in Tifareth. It is a point of isness, of awareness. Practice is a fraction steadier than before. I am certain that this is right. That is why it is called the “rightangle” of the Cross. From fluid centre flows forth an energy of love, like the growth of a flower through earth. There is a deep and matter-of-fact intuition of the symbols of Christ.

As the arms of the Cross are open wide, so is the breath or prana. Like the ascent in an aeroplane through cloud to brighter upper regions, comes a barely perceptible “knowingness” of an inner light or element to breathe which is pure and cool … and rooted in the ground.

These are gleams of perception. They are not bursts of ecstasy. Apart from concentration’s effort to keep my mind still, I see no visions, hear no voice, nor anything tangible. This used to disappoint me during “guided meditations” in which it was suggested that I should. At its best, there is nothing. There is an intensity of focus, and a wide quiet pool of space. At the same time I am aware of my body. A few very simple ideas or shapes, barely sketched – like the Cross, like the fact behind the sentimental ikons, like the heart of the Rose within – ripen and become more solid later; for instance right now while writing this. Truly there is the continual faculty of mental distraction, of thoughts and plans like importunate aspirants …….

Importunate aspirants? Ah – the cat pounces! What a revelation! that my thoughts themselves come with their burden of problems and property, like pilgrims to the Temple ! This is why – now I realise! I am shown – why visitors to my inner Ashram should not be turned away but welcomed, without hurry and without opinion … like the way Sri Ramana received all people, animals, all thoughts of the world that approached His granite couch in the Hill, day or night.

The enquiry is deeply into and along the current of each visitor, without hurry and without opinion. It does not reinforce belief in the surface shape or costume of the visitor’s problem. It gives space and healing and recognition to … the life force which approaches the sage for awareness from within the problem – from within the fluid gesticulation of her colourful silk sari and gold bangles. The smile of the sage enters into and receives her.

I first saw or felt the “compassionate” receptivity of thoughts within myself when I attended my first satsang with the London Ramana group a week ago. There stood a small head and shoulders portrait of Sri Ramana, with a chunk of red rock from the Hill, a vase of pink lilies, some incense, the red dust and white ash of Shiva, and a candle. And there sat souls, in all of whom dances the Self: Alan, Alasdair, Rhoda, Nair …

Of course, the thought tends to feel SO IMPORTANT that it chatters on about its family, the state of the harvest and the economy. But it is not my enemy. They are all – each domestic samskara is – my own Self. I felt the current which strives within all thoughts good and bad, dark and light, complex or noble, worried or whatever, and how sacred, indestructible, naked and beyond the word it is.

I can see the lady in the sari. She is his mother. She squats on the ground by the cave of her long-nailed shaggy-haired emaciated young son in the hot sun. With every power of persuasion the eloquence of her voice and pliable brown hands, bangles a-jingle can employ, she weeps, implores and begs him to come back to his family like a good son and have a square meal. They will build a little temple over him if that is what he wants.

Her young son replied to her with a silence which, pouring from those dark eyes, at last one day drew her into the Cave of the Heart, with him … whom she had never left.

This is a wonderful mystery of the whole shakti universe being received back into Shiva, into the ALEPH: its child.

“….no problem should now worry me. The very existence of problems, says Maharshi, proves our spiritual ignorance. It is quite true, for the very putting of a problem means an attempt to bring down Reality to the mental level, and this is equal to the effort of attempting to draw water with a sieve. Even an ordinary vessel cannot hold a subtle ethereal substance …

“The understanding of all this comes only then we have been able to transcend the limitations of the mind-brain.”

Mouni Sadhu In Days of Great Peace

Priestess of black Isis

Link to janeadamsart – violet woman and hermit

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

Snow drops in February …

Posted on February 27, 2013 by janeadamsart

I dreamed of an enormous field of rich green grass, quite hummocky, in which just two or three big dark cows or bulls grazed abundantly. I also dreamed of a healing or esoteric adventure with some companions – we went out along the street to another house. I wore my white cotton robe. I forgot to put my shoes on, so my feet were bare on the February pavement, washed with recent snow. A younger woman held my left hand. When I woke, I thought – I am this older mature woman place space, to occupy and be her! I have no other choice in all the world.

Move into the soft and problematic space and be her conscious choice: the electron state moves into orbital wave-particle – the standwave. In fact we but rarely LIVE INSIDE OUR SELVES! We live and work and struggle around the gap. We smear the mobile displacement with cosmetics, clothes, dubious glamours and doubts.

My body of light is here and now the waterfall: the local bloodstream is connected through the subtle body, with every “other” flow of Life. Standunder the Waterfall.

On a browse in blogland, I dropped onto this image of a white waterfall. For anyone in my concern, surround them with the descending White Water light. It is beautifully simple. For my unwanted thoughts and worries, bathe them likewise. Deluge them with light and the lemon tree.

And what is animism? The awakened human root in nature … plants, soils, weathers, smells and stars … the moon bathes the land’s poetry, dark trees, nine cold sea waves to swim under; the fiery potions of soil, the song of the blood. These are earthy pulsating impressions of the Spirit – Venus hula-hoop. My aura begins to heal – shadows to pass. When aura is well she is vibrant, of a springy turfy rainbow mixture. Then the river in my local body flows, rich in loam, sorceries and silence, irrigating roots of all the Trees.

At other times of the day, she feels old, flat, tired and smudgey.

I watched on TV a Grand Design about a couple restoring a remote ruined castle in Yorkshire – a fragile shell: grass and small trees crumbled its remaining turrets. They had to contend with the Saturnine slow plod of English-heritage permissions, archaeology and extra cost. They were at the edge of financial ruin. The inside of the castle collapsed to rubble during the work. But the masonry and new stonework – dovetailed delicately into the old, during two years of Yorkshire weather and mud – was wonderful to see. The ruin transformed to a home of enduring Beauty. They had to make it into a classy b&b to pay for itself and the long labour of love. They are in hock for the rest of their lives. It has a wonderful open view of green undulating grass, trees and cattle – not a house or hedge to be seen.

Think of someone and – silently, see the Tree. No more is necessary. Lilies are also sorrow. The Tree of Life is the waterfall of light up and down … any problem small or large. White waterfall, green tree.

In conversation with the devas, white witches give the same time and concentration to their altars and the Moon’s journey and the festivals, that I do to my writing. My writing is a daily “shrine”, a little of which I share. For the umpteenth time – resolve to keep my house cleaner and tidier and more cherished, get some regular domestic habits …

On Separation, but Pushing Upward

Why do I feel sad and bitter and weak? Why so dragged down? I should be relieved and energised, having decided! – having discussed, agreed, and to keep in touch – it is time to let go of each other, and move on.

Logic cannot fathom the tones, and the links and pathways a partnership forms, however unconventional or difficult; the years and days of expectation, bonds of joy, anger, confusion, toil and love, grown organic in the psychic body like the green-stuff in the crumbling castle turrets – all stored by repetition in the subconscious.

At this level, bereavement drags my steps. Oh! All the protect-him hassle! That is a tough old rope which binds, but it dawns on me, that seeing the cookie crumble, he shrugs shoulders and does not grieve, nor miss me. He is an adventurer, and the time for a new adventure dawns.

It was a task of the soul. The love I gave to his trouble, over the years, reaches its mark, about now. Does he recognise this, or thank me? No. But he does thank God – and that is the whole point. He thanks God for his inner strength. The soul we “practice with” keeps God in sight. Of course I am personally FURIOUS that he says I am and always was, selfish. This helps me “wash that man out of my hair”.

A few nights ago, I dreamed I saw many foxes in a London field … more and more appeared, behind each others’ sylvan comings and goings in the grass and the sly street. The Fox and the Owl are my old familiars.

There is also an ebbing of … the familiar creative pulsating tide which fills my mornings and in the afternoon is an empty beach. A male YANG half – a binary I was used to being part of – fades away from my side. The process is matter of fact; the fragility tenuous and tenacious. I find it helpful to contemplate that a projected YANG is gone, leaving a space beside my YIN. Now! Wherever I am on my way to, the details come in one by one, to take care of. Recognising my writing is my prayer and craft – no need to load my shrine, but perhaps watch again the planets and Moon around the zodiac … new practice. What is this part of me now available for?

I Ching I think!

The oracle refines and reiterates the Water over Water I got last weekend. This morning, 46, Pushing Upward – earth over the wind – dissolves to 29, the Water over Water again. The abyss, the ravine, the river’s destiny.

Wood (the wind trigram) pushes upward through Earth – a vertical effort with the Will. Modesty, adaptability – the time is propitious. Heap up small things one by one, to achieve the high and great, without haste and without rest.

Old Yang in 3rd changes to Yin: I push upward into an empty city! It proceeds with ease – profit by the propitious moment.

Old Yin in 5th, all used-up, changes to Yang-creative-tangible – keep sober, step by step as if hesitant. The Earth trigram floods to the strong current of water/dangerous. The wind of the wood blows steadily up through the winter ground, the open YIN earth. The movement is into the power of a great river flowing (hexagram 29).

The wind is the Tree of Life, whose roots are nourished by the Great Water. You don’t have to cross the great water, for you already are. The old sages of the Tao appeared hesitant, YIN and shy. They ford the streams cautiously. The cosmos flows through them unobstructedly. This is the Power – when the personal power seems at her lowest ebb.

To honour my YIN fragility feeling in full, permits spontaneous YANG. Pushing upward is the YIN way of invincible growth, as in February’s spring …

Tao T’ai Ching 15

“The ancient adepts of the Tao were subtle and flexible, profound and comprehensive.
Their minds were too deep to be fathomed.
Because they are unfathomable,
one can only describe them vaguely by their appearance.

“Hesitant like one wading a stream in winter;
timid like one afraid of his neighbours on all sides;
cautious and courteous like a guest;
yielding like ice on the point of melting,
simple like an uncarved block;
hollow like a cave;
confused like a muddy pool …

“And yet who else could quietly and gradually evolve from the muddy to the clear?
Who else could slowly but steadily move from the inert to the living?

“He who keeps the Tao does not want to be full.
But precisely because he is never full,
he can always remain like a hidden sprout,
and does not rush to early ripening.

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

New Sciences: 17th Century Dawn of Aquarius

Posted on February 25, 2013 by janeadamsart

Point from in between – the centre is the corner edge of the cube of space

Here is a poem of turning point – circa 1600 AD – where Johannes Kepler’s intuition of gravity gave birth to Newtonian sciences: the scientific method was a child of the Renaissance. Some Kabbalists say this was the dawn of the Aquarian Age – through the Piscean Age’s declining ecclesiastic extravagance.

If each precessional Age passes its first quarter through the Karmic shadow of the receding one, our present time is truly a threshold. An Aquarian response-ability (global and individual) must awaken from penumbra, urgently. Symbolically at this point, a pope grows old and infirm, and resigns. It is an opportunity for real growth – poorer in material resources, richer in spiritual verities.

Kepler, who lived, worked, travelled and corresponded through the discordant violence of the Thirty Years War, was Pythagorean by nature.

There was far more to Isaac Newton than people knew. He was an alchemist and seer. Most of his knowledge of the universal motions was discarded, in favour of a mechanistic clockwork science … which quantum physics later demolished.

Seeing only the surfaces is what keeps us asleep. Those who – like Kepler and Newton – contemplate the space between trees and houses, between planetary orbits, musical notes and tones, between falling apple and the ground: those who see from in between … their vision helps us to wake up, and keep awake.

Johannes Kepler with planet platonic intervals – 1992

Light years have super-charged to breaking point
the chrysalid for butterfly,
and cracked the fledgeling’s shell.

Within the vault of art,
light years capture boundless stars
for intimacy.

At first, they flew as birds,
inscribed within Divinity.
Later on, they died – chunks of orbiting rock
whose wings had flown away !

Measurement begins, but ends.
When the coffin smashed, the pelican of alchemy fled
to the strong child within her breast.

Lunation Cycle 1991

On a watershed
straddling sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, stood
an astygmatic mystic named Johannes
to whose inner ear the heavens opened Harmonies.
Born in Germany’s black forest
under skies calamitous with dissonant drifts of Mars
in F-sharp Libra to attune,
this man played cupid to Pythagoras
with New Sciences.
Through his eczematic eyes
and ecstatic frenzied math, the spheres
entering one another, cross fertilise.

Then Isaac
Newton entered the frame
to wind the clock.

Spirals, lifetimes, Jacobs Ladder 1992

In Gothic art, the Masters’ eye
approximates our intimacy.
My nature incomplete,
receives and loves the universe.

Her urge to inscribe the hidden Whole Circle,
comes to the waters, kisses the lips
and forms ellipse.

Binah 1990

Divine mechanics are not mechanical – as Isaac knew.
The clock wound up, unwinds;
and all things uncoiling spiral, move.

Like albumen across the egg
our planets around the Sun’s gold yolk
- as He around a greater Wheel is thrown -
have formed ellipses, swept through equal arcs
with equal periods of the solar broom:
space as time. Time as space ...

With driven pulse,
Johannes like the Little Prince
and riding his mother’s witch stick
stood in the Sun’s fiery heart
to find this out.

This, Isaac knew,
standing on the shoulders of Johannes
to get the view.

In musical theory,
strings on a keyboard tuned to logical linear mode
un-neighbour one another.

In musicians’ art, our piano keys, triple strung,
are tuned by ear to the octave fore and aft,
and orbiting middle C.

In all philosophy, the triad’s centre string
evokes the Resonance above, below.
This also, Isaac knew.

Isaac’s clever followers
washed away his strong child at play
when they let the water out and blocked the well:
(the bottom of their bowling bucket broke.)

grace, 1956

The living Mystery in bodies whom Divinity inscribes,
embraces vast journeys of stars.

Within the unseen mover of things,
elliptic ovoid rings encircle the Sun
and time’s amber waves flow
across a Tree of Life:

“take, eat, this is my body.”

The Solar Egg curves above, below,
throughout our plane – a nest of spheres
whose harmony unseen, is heard.

Heaven’s children are not truly seen, but heard -
when they laughed,
when scientific quantum tripped
and stumbled over

druid stones
around the rose garden.

From The Masters’ Eye, 2004/5/9

Kepler’s Platonic solids on the Tree of Life

And another poem – a true story of Kepler’s nemesis:

The Astronomer TYCHO de BRAHE

At table,
the fat Emperor of Egg O’Baldy twirls
handlebar moustache, rubs shining salve
on gold and silver nose
sliced by duelling impetuous youths,
and rules the salad with a rod of iron.

The glutton tyrant
held in his balls the vital measurements of Mars.
At the end he couldn’t even
piss them; so he died.

From The Masters’ Eye, 2004/5/9

Three Graces, after botticelli 1957

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

On Gaia as our Self

Posted on February 6, 2013 by janeadamsart

horses by the sea, ja 07

In 2006, Peter Chatalos published his work on Autopoiesis (copyright (c) John Wiley 2006) - a holistic view of the planet body’s immune shield. Our human immune system and environment are not separate, but integrated with the biosphere’s self-defense. When we chronically forget this, the planet appears to “turn against her Self”.

Peter and my conversation today, based on an earlier draft of his article Gaia Living with Aids, may shed some light on the “Ash tree die-back” crisis in this country, and on other environmental emergencies. The Ash die-back and the withdrawal of many species and bio-diversities into latency, suggests Nature’s retreat from being our plaything.

What about our worldview? Who are we?

Peter’s article mentions Autopoiesis. While it is helpful to explore the theory of Autopoiesis, we need to look within ourselves to grow up and to apply the principle at grass roots level. Mostly we dream in a narcissistic infancy. The human race is emotionally, barely eight years old.

Conscious action speaks volumes more than belief – the kind of action which confronts and exposes our unconscious lagunas. No holistic view is complete, unless we begin here where it hurts – at home: the I, the “i”: honesty. Physician heal thyself! One thing leads to another.

Snowy Lullaby, Gensaugh

What is Autopoiesis?

Peter told me that Earth’s holistic capacity for self-renewing, self-restoring, self-creation, is an example of Autopoiesis. We as human beings begin slowly, yet urgently, to realise our embeddedness within nature, and the consequences of our actions. The increase in ourselves, of autoimmune disorders, echoes the same disorder in the planet eco-systems, due to our unconscious and blind exploitation. We as humanity came to think of ourselves as “disconnected” – yet the health of each part is integral to the whole system. Excess and disconnectedness damage our environmental health, and its capacity to self-renew.

A healthy and creative dynamic is defined as ‘Homeostasis. Diversity or complexity. Stability or resilience. Vigour or scope for growth. The absence of disease. Balance between system components.’”

I quickly see the analogy with our computing tools. The computer copies our working and associative mind, and by inference, our physical endocrine intelligence. How can it be otherwise? A healthy firewall works with unpredictable and flexible elegance. Anti-viral updates are refreshed and re-created constantly. This is because “easy passwords” and fixed patterns are simple for any mischievous malware to hack. Viral parasites as created in mind and body, thrive on rigid habits and reactions, whose cyberspace profiles are easy to identify and decode.

Conversely, a healthy matrix is a moving target – changeable, alert and fluid. Our gift as human beings, is our adaptability.

We are not alone. The same principle works across the board, through nature’s mineral, animal and vegetable kingdoms, through our psyche, and the body’s immune system. As any shepherd knows, sheep are susceptible to maggots and footrot. He keeps his flock attended to, and on the move. As farmers know, crop rotation revitalizes the land.

Moss with the sheep. Glensaugh

Imbalance and Dis-ease

Peter agreed that Autopoiesis is a mind-like process. Lovelock’s GAIA theory shows that Earth’s ecosystems adapt and respond mutually over time: each part is inter-dependent within the whole. An organism’s immune system does not merely act in terms of its “antibodies”, as the reductionist view would have it.

For instance, Earth’s ozone external shield does not bar the sun’s radiation. It filters it, so that what we receive is regulated to our biotic needs. Due to imbalanced human consumption and activity, the ozone hole appeared. This led to an increase in skin cancers through the interface of environment and human health.

As I see it, some cancers may occur due to an imbalance of our physical and etheric sheaths – a mismatch of frequencies, such as the sun’s intensity without an adequate atmospheric filter. Our physical organism around the core, is dense, like the bark of a tree, or Earth’s crust. We have also the more diffuse emotional, magnetic and mental bodies which constitute our aura, or psychic field. The whole is like an egg. The input through our auric shields, triggers a compensatory cellular activity in the physical location. This goes on all the time, but when it becomes excessive, the activity may turn “rogue”, and begin to cannibalize the host – as it is not self-sustaining.

I just found some notes taken during a psychology class in 2003, on the etheric/physical body interface: “The etheric body is the astral mould or template to which materiality adheres. It is only visible under certain conditions. The etheric body prevails through an entire incarnation. The physical body does not – it is a standing wave, constantly being replaced. Cancer is a disease of the etheric body. A leak in the etheric or subtle body causes inappropriate types of cell to keep on being manufactured, in compensatory excess.”

Disease is a symptom of excess and of the unconscious, and is underlined by genetic trend. Many cancers are brooded by unresolved hurts and issues in life. Additionally, cancer seems to increase due to conditioning and propaganda. The fear matrix which built up around it in our society, and the warlike remedy, keep the drug companies healthy, wealthy and …? So cancer is in resonance also with the economy, and our problems there.

A “preventive” medicine – attitude – may attend to our physical tempo, respect the way she changes from day to day, and allow her to feel ill – (as I do, right now. Go slow. I have a cold, and my lower back went ‘crick’, and feels like a broken fence. I shall have to lie down all day. This is uncomfortable and inconvenient, but not my enemy !)

Unfortunately, the stress and insecurity which is now the social norm, in employment, consumption and communications, prohibits rest, prohibits sensitivity, and forces us to work like monkeys overtime. We suffer within an unregulated economy. But it is never too late to listen and to remember to breathe and stretch our toes … if for a few minutes at a time. It is never too late to sense the map of our nadis or meridians, how it hums through us. The meridians are psyche-physiological paths – they are antennae also to the collective subconscious. The body is a field. Awareness is the fluid key. Open ourselves beyond the box. This is autopoiesis?

A Teacher once said surprisingly, “Does this make the Sun, giver of life, our enemy? … The thing your scientists have spoken of as skin cancer, caused by over exposure to the sun’s rays, is a separatist fallacy. All dimensions are interpenetrating. All universes are moving closer. So what they mistakenly feel is some grand error on someone’s part, the so-called hole in the ozone layer, is a fallacy.

“There is indeed more proximity vibrationally. But it merely means, that when you stand next to One clothed in immaculate white from head to toe, should there be any blemish upon your own clothing, it is likely to show. Behold if you will, without fear, the Sun. Go to the inmost point of your pineal centre, and see there the sun, and allow your fears to melt as snow and merge with that great inner, glowing, endless being.”

This Teacher implied Earth’s self awareness, the core magma which is itself the Sun.

Carboniferous – 1989

Peter said, “Sometimes, humanity can be so narcissistic!”

‘Our inability to appreciate nature for its own complexity and beauty, signals a deeply seated narcissism whereby we see the natural world only as resources. At best, other species are considered irrelevant.‘ (Du Nann, Winter & Koger, 2004).

There are increasing signs of global eco-system sickness, as in climate change and loss of bio-diversity. With a stepped up global trade in commodities and even populations, come many new diseases and infections, due to transport and transplantation. One might speak of human imprudence; the human self-interest in consumption, industrialisation and warfare, devastates the wildlife and the environment’s own self-restorative capacity.

‘We are like the cells in the body of the vast living organism that is planet Earth. An organism cannot continue to function healthily, if one group of cells decides to dominate and cannibalize the other energy systems of the body.’

“Yet, eco-systems have autopoietic properties, and humans are part of these eco-systems. So why do ‘symptoms of sickness’ exist? Why isn’t humanity participating in the autopoietic, health promoting processes of the planet?”

Oats

The Autoimmune Matrix …

While we, willfully unconscious of our part within the planetary field, continue to ravage it, we behave like an autoimmune disease. The Earth is an extension of humanity’s body. Humanity is an element of the planet’s autopoietic capacity.

D.W.Kidner explains: ‘If the normality of our day to day lives depends on exploiting and degrading the natural order, then psychological health will embody an intrinsic ecological pathology; and human life is defined as a form of parasitism.’

Boat, sea, 2007

… and Peter uses the term ‘Ecological Autism’

Autism in this context, is a dissociation – the psyche’s lack of integration with the planetary eco-Mind. Considering itself apart and separate from Nature’s autopoietic process, creates an artificial barrier: a limited, unrealised notion of the self: an inability to connect.

We have to deal also with the enormous inertia-momentum of our history – the ravagings of war, torture and robber-barons; the reverberating Karmic fallout through the centuries. Putting the brakes on, for a while the juggernaut skids even faster against them.

Enoch

Peter describes how:

A self realised individual’s sense of identity expands to include the biosphere and all its inhabitants. The connection to nature spontaneously deepens when a person’s self interest shifts from being egocentric, to biocentric. The Ecological Self integrates with Nature’s psyche.

Cosmos: flowing water, stones

Gregory Bateson in Steps to an Ecology of Mind understands ‘minds’ as processes – rather than things – at many levels of being. They are not limited to association with brains or consciousness. ’Mind’ includes all examples of systemic process, wherever an interaction between the parts triggered by difference, requires energy and circular chains of determination. This canvas includes the life cycles of bacteria, individual cells and organs; it includes social groups, societies and eco-systems. Any given mind is a cellular function in a larger, more far reaching Mind.

‘In this way, all the phenomena in the world possess subjective inner natures. These inner natures of the world’s organic and inorganic phenomena make up the world subconscious.’ (Stephen Aizenstat).

Couple

I see a question here of Use and Ab-use. Also – in some forms of the Work – the esoteric perception of “Elementals”: invisible organisms of nightmare or of expanded perception. Castaneda called them, in a certain category, “the Allies.” They are inorganic beings, largely of a low-vibration consciousness. But they can and do form associations with organic beings: a parallel universe.

Boats as Lovers

The Earth can speak through us and awaken our human sanity. Repressing the “conscious Earth” within us, damages our environment and leads to madness.

Human experience exists in a field of psychic transformations: an ontological connectedness, the whole moving always in relationship to its parts.

Skyscape

Where minds interact, they mutually create. Only the “autistic” perceive themselves as separate from others and from the more-than-human world. Ignoring Nature’s signs and flow of information, is ecological autism.

In a child’s first three to four years he or she experiences a symbolic unity with the mother. If this is impaired genetically, or by conditioning, it can lead to developmental difficulties. If we are engrossed in our own sensations with no sense of what they can relate to, we do not have that concept of relatedness, and are therefore autistic.

Daffodil – 1986, earthquake-kreutzer-ravine series. Harold Rubens, Fred and Aaron Barschak, Alexander Pollock, C.Gardner … Damehole Point, near Stoke, north Devon coast

A realised individual awakens to a shared Earth-body Our relationship is that of a leaf to a tree. We are participants in this planetary system. As the focal seat of Self shifts, the notions of inside and outside merge. The world becomes a lover: the pain and despair of environmental degradation also, is acute. Systemic autism alienates from Nature and can engender compulsive behaviours, such as an addiction to technology.

These drawings (below) are by the late Douglas Harding, in his colossal thesis The Hierarchy of Heaven and Earth. He goes on to explore the “extended” Earth-body of humankind. Looking from above, he observes our process with and as our global environment, as “The Creeper” – a living organism whose tentacular hands, tastebuds and interior organs are ocean, field, flower, desert, climate, termite, mountain and orchard, all interdependent, all connected to our alimentary system.

To claim our planet-Conscious birthright, Douglas demonstrated: point to where I believe I have a head, a separate shape: and look carefully, what do I actually see? – “on present evidence only. Keep on pointing to here, keep looking. Do I see a head here – a confined space, dark, small, sticky? Am I looking out of a meatball with two holes in it?” Or am I – where my shoulders fade out – an open, edgeless space for the World to fill? a window with no frame? Is not my Eye single, my body filled with light? … Keep on Seeing: keep practicing.

look for your self!

Peter continues:

Since the Earth is an extension of our body, we focus on connecting to ‘active’ nature, with the deep ecological emphasis of ‘Other’ as our ‘Self’. Exploitation would less likely occur, because others are perceived as self, with equal value and worth. However, people sometimes harm themselves.

Annika and Aslan

We Need to Connect Ethically …

‘We can be ethical only in relation to something we can see, feel, understand, love, or otherwise have faith in.’ (A. Leopold)

“Language is as much a part of our functioning as our sense of touch, and as precious. Metaphors are how the whole fabric of mental interconnections holds together. Metaphor is right at the core of being alive; the language of nature. Metaphors engage the head, heart and hand.”

“The idea of a mechanical world can hardly engender empathy. On the other hand, perceiving planet Earth as our body allows our response-ability to extend personal immunity to disease, and to develop ecological empathy.”

“‘When people consciously understand that they are part of, and intricately connected to, the natural world, they will be able to expand their boundaries of empathy to include all.’ (C.Feral)”

Earth, Air: Bull and Bird, South Africa, 1993

What can be more powerful than an idea? Like gravity, its local force appears minimal and weak; its summation holds the Universe together and is our connectivity. Contemplation through picture language, when focused, generates thought forms. It is in our power to act physically, behaviourally, and with our everyday intelligence, to influence the astral and mental planes, even as within the atom: in quantum theory, electrons of specific number-type move up into orbit, to occupy specific frequency-levels of “Jacobs Ladder”.

Peter speaks of Gaia’s Acquired Immune Deficiency

The disconnection acts like ‘the virus’ in an autoimmune disease, turning defender into adversary. The planet is immunosuppressed; humanity’s lack of ecological embeddedness and cultural autism is a factor. So Gaia lives with an acquired immune deficiency syndrome, and as we are part of Gaia, we are living with this chronic condition too.

The fully realised psyche does not need to separate human illnesses from environmental degradation. Increased pollution, species extinction and asthma in humans are symptoms of an ailing biosphere: a chronic condition. The system is under pressure. It can continue to function for a while, until it rapidly collapses – an unbalanced economy. A system diseased by parasitic human behaviour is not sustainable.

To fully participate, from a biocentric position, humanity needs to serve or be instrumental to the system as a whole … beyond the disconnected self-interest.

So where is human Consciousness? On television? Or here, closer than my breath?

Early forms of life emerging from the waters, contain in their code, our human-ness today. The Conscious whole is far beyond our horizon. In our evolutionary DNA-serpent, is codified the entire spectrum of what our human-ness is to be, as Consciousness – a future encircling shape – the unknown quantum, here and now.

“This is a wake-up call. Those who are open to an environmental reciprocity have a positive vision of the future. It is yet necessary to be aware of the despair of environmental degradation.

The planet’s eco-systems work together to protect life. Humans with this insight can consciously alter their actions and habits. There is no time like NOW to heal, protect and fully participate in the planet’s autopoietic processes.

Loch Saugh, Kincardine

Conclusion

For healing to be possible, the extended empathy must break through humanity’s ecological autism and reconnect with nature’s Mind.

“Seeing the Earth as a living being, helps us to identify with her wellbeing.”

Peter Chatalos and Jane Adams, 2013

Sheep on Finella, Glensaugh

This body, Arjuna, is called the Field.
He who knows this, is called the Knower of the Field.

Know that I AM the Knower in all the fields of my creation;
and that the wisdom which sees the field and the Knower of the Field, is true wisdom.

… …

His hands and feet are everywhere,
he has heads and mouths everywhere; he sees all, he hears all.
He is in all, and he is.

The Light of consciousness comes to him through infinite powers of perception,
and yet he is above all these powers.
He is beyond all, and yet he supports all.
He is beyond the world of matter, and yet he has joy in the world.

He is invisible, he cannot be seen.
He is far and he is near.
He moves and he moves not, he is within all and he is outside all.

He is ONE in all, but it seems as if he were many.
He supports all things; from him comes destruction
and from him comes creation.

He is the Light of all lights, which shines beyond all darkness.
It is vision, the end of vision, to be reached by vision,
dwelling in the heart of all.

I have told you briefly, what is the Field,
what is wisdom, and what is the End of human vision.
When men and women know this, they step into my Being.

from Bhagavad Gita chapter 13 Juan Mascaro translation

Further Reading:

“Vital Signs: Psychological Responses to Ecological Crises” by Mary-Jane Rust and Nick Totten 2012 published by Karnac

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Yggdrasil – an Invocation

Posted on January 14, 2013 by janeadamsart

From the Beatles’ generation, today I am 64 years young! And the snow has come. This beautiful oak stands in the field by my mother’s house in Somerset.

What is Yggdrasil, the World Tree? A couple months back, when I first planned this post, Paul and I talked of it on the phone, and here are my initial jottings:

From Denmark (Norseland) and from across Europe came the disease which begins to afflict our ash trees. I believe it may be partly due to indiscriminate shipping of different strains among soils which are not their nativity. Cross fertilization is a law of Nature’s strength, as with pollen, but practiced in excess, it can lead to a local weakening of the natural immune system. The balance of the nitrates and minerals in the ground is affected.

Oak and beech: the old and the young

The ash is a symbolic tree. The syllable prefixes Asherah, Ashtoreth, Astarte.

Ancient Canaanite texts and figurines suggest that Asherah was a hidden consort to JHVH – Yahweh. In the Old Testament, the Book of Kings houses the Goddess in the temple of Yahweh, but otherwise all mention of her became edited out.

Here is the gist of some research by Stavrakopoulos and J.Edward Wright: several Hebrew inscriptions mention JHVH and his Asherah. ”Based on these remaining traces … we can reconstruct Asherah’s role in the religions of the Southern Levant. Asherah, an important deity in the Ancient Near East, was known for her might and nurturing qualities. She was also known by several other names, including Astarte and Istar. But in English translations Ashereh was translated as ‘sacred tree.’”

The figure is androgenous. She stands as the nurturing and birth giving feminine: she stands as a votive wooden column, a phallic Tree god, the perishable human body, penitence, the purifying power of Ash, the cremation, the innate Fire in the tree. In the masons’ Craft, she is even the Rough ASHlar – material to work on, to achieve perfection. Master R has said, “Humanity is a Great Work as yet incomplete … Short sighted intellects cannot see the Plan and interpret the unfinished work as failure; but from beginning to end of a cycle, all is in whirling motion, and the source of all is the Primal Will-to-Good. God’s clock strikes every minute, as we said long ago, and … it is still true that man’s clock scarce strikes perfect hours.“

And on revolution: “The revolution is internal, before it shows any outer signs, and its pitiful counterfeits are not to be confused with it. Nothing which exalts class consciousness is truly revolutionary, because the root of that lie, is the delusion of separateness. You will never see the brotherhood of man in actual operation while you exclude any human being from it.”

And: “The Great Work directs itself always toward the building of the Temple of Adonai. In its early stages, there are needs which do not continue throughout the building process. Yet men mistake the scaffolding for the building itself, and thus pay idolatrous reverence to old rules which have no longer any useful purpose. Watch therefore, O ye who would rule as the Lord rules, lest you usurp the rights of the Lord!”

generations: spring

When the Goddess is compromised or diseased, She may cut Herself back, to renew Her power. She is unaltered, but She retreats from our sight and pleasure.

Observing the consequence of our adulteration of Earth’s mineral, vegetable and animal kingdoms, and depletion of the biosphere’s natural immunity, we may yet cultivate in our Consciousness, the Yggdrasil, the World Tree. As co-creators of a tangible Universe, all form is the result and blend of thought: the mortar and pestle, the fragrant oil release.

I feel we live in a tide which is drawn back: a Yin retreat from our ignorant ravagings. It is our wake up call. Yet everything breathes in and out. The seamless indrawn and exhaling tide returns tomorrow or in a hundred years, in forms we industriously speculate, but cannot conceive. The Greater, Longer Thought transcends and encircles what we think we are. We are but a form of bio-catalyst within the Consciousness as a whole. We act out in miniature, a galactic quiver in the Solar System. It accelerates things from the bed. For us it is a question mark, not a conclusion.

A note from last year, among the jottings: “I have a situation here, which shapes itself in a delicate and unconventional way. Wait by the pool for the knot to loosen. Go dancing? Become objective. This is bliss: an absence of opera. Discriminate the nectar.”

carboniferous

At the risk of repeating earlier posts, I return to AUTOPOEISIS. The immune-shield shared by Earth, her biosphere, her magnetic field and her inhabitants, is an interwoven composite, like a nest of babuschka dolls.

Human thought-forms have to some extent invaded and abraded the thought which Nature gave us. We are forgetful, to say the least. Yet disciplined thought is cosmic Consciousness. Every single one of us has the capacity of our humanity as a whole, for a second, a moment or an hour, to affect the collective pattern. Why not? Are we, as instruments of life, that ineffectual? Why wait for governments, societies and supermarkets to do it? They are our lowest common denominator – the fate of most well meaning politicians. Start here, with the elixir. Begin here, from the inmost cave to irrigate the ground. Gravity holds every atom of the Universe together, but a single graviton is an apparent non-entity. We begin by loving our Self. The Kingdom of the subtle body is largely unexplored. Yet all it takes is recognition.

Commercial acceleration and exchange of the vital principle over many different lands, weakens or compromises the local “immune-system base”. Yet in the long term – Aquarius – it enriches our world immeasurably. Deeper trends cross-fertilize through an extended cycle, and fructify. In the short term, we suffer from vulnerability and a weakened immunity to disease and suspicion. Our symptoms reflect our attitude.

What attitude? The attitude, based on fear, is our belief in being separate, and therefore at risk. It is but a writing on the wall; there are innumerable ways to discover so. Paradoxically, a strong immune shield ceases to believe in an imaginary enemy which divides us; while becoming sensitive to Nature’s actual boundaries: what blends and mixes, and what doesn’t. I suppose it comes back to the mortar and pestle again – the old alchemists, who grind, shift and mix. After a while they see the stars in the ravens wing.

wood yantra

In the top of a baby’s head is a growing space for the bones. It is called a Fontanel, or fountain. Earth’s ozone shield, eroded like holes in a sock, is also a Fontanel, or tender place. The additional cosmic rays it admits include those which are beautiful beyond our present chrysalis, and which many consider dangerous. A similar event a little more than 2000 years ago, may have catalyzed the awakening of the Buddha: the Tathagatha, the Timeless One. During that historical period, other great Sages blossomed, including Yeshua son of Miriam. Their conversation encircled the Earth. The egg is warmed, and hatches the chick. It is an open question!

squirreltree

Now, Yggdrasil.

I understand the Tree Yggdrasil to be the holy Ash in Norseland, a sacred place of meeting: root and shoot where earth and sky together are channeled.

The following extract is from Wikipedia:

“Norns” (1832) from Die Helden und Götter des Nordens, oder das Buch der Sagen.

In the second stanza of the Poetic Edda poem Völuspá, the völva (a shamanic seeress) reciting the poem to the god Odin says that she remembers far back to “early times”, being raised by jötnar, recalls nine worlds and “nine wood-ogresses” (Old Norse nío ídiðiur), and when Yggdrasil was a seed (“glorious tree of good measure, under the ground”).^[2] In stanza 19, the völva says:

An ash I know there stands,
Yggdrasill is its name,
a tall tree, showered
with shining loam.

From there come the dews
that drop in the valleys.
It stands for ever green over
Urðr’s well.^[3]

In stanza 20, the völva says that from the lake under the tree come three “maidens deep in knowledge” named Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld. The maidens “incised the slip of wood,” “laid down laws” and “chose lives” for the children of mankind and the destinies (ørlǫg) of men.^[4] In stanza 27, the völva details that she is aware that “Heimdallr‘s hearing is couched beneath the bright-nurtured holy tree.”^[5] In stanza 45, Yggdrasil receives a final mention in the poem. The völva describes, as a part of the onset of Ragnarök, that Heimdallr blows Gjallarhorn, that Odin speaks with Mímir‘s head, and then:

Yggdrasill shivers,
the ash, as it stands.
The old tree groans,
and the giant slips free.^[6]

This theme, linking hands around our Yggdrasil, will be “Aquariel’s” journey this year, which just begins. There is much to discover.

Finally, here is an old man of the woods and sky

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

Black Sheep, White Goat – What is True?

Posted on December 30, 2012 by janeadamsart

Black Swans: Detail

Following my moment “for-GIVE-ness” on Christmas Day, both my blogs feel a bit frisky – needing to run in tandem. ”What is True?” was written a couple of days ago, in response to John who writes thoughtfully about love.

I shall get to work with autopoeisis, Yggdrasil and the Tree in the early New Year for “Aquariel”. Speaking of interrelated psychic, emotional, spiritual and physical immune-systems however, the following ideas are in the picture – it begins at home.

It is customary to moan about humanity. This in my view doesn’t get us ANYWHERE. It’s like bullocks putting their heads together for a good moo. We have to reach deep into ourselves for what is Real, and to act. This is rare. The majority of humans don’t have the training, the perspective or the insight – and nor does mind’s habit-base, especially when tired. So of course our heads fumble, shuffle and snort along the fence.

I reached it on Xmas day. I touched the human place – or rather, it touched me. Subconscious opened, and delivered. Now I watch her move up into my more mundane strata and fall into various shapes and sizes; how will she make me act, or draw back from reaction; what dominoes will she push? – Watch this space.

As to being truthful in love: this is rarely available in the way I would like it. Consider the pressure of My Truth against His Truth or Your Truth. Which is more true than any of the others? It is better on the whole to keep quiet, and to let truth act, without blethering about it. A gesture speaks more than words; a kindness, a change of air. We are humankind. Countless times I broke down, in my effort to tell the truth as I see it, and still I do, and still I try … but more feebly.

What “lets the truth act”? It is the transcendent “cosmic” wisdom. Sometimes it takes hours, sometimes months, sometimes many years. When the Truth appears in a relationship, it is beyond my belief, beyond my careful verbal construction. It is vital, from the heart, from the core, from the bone-marrow; it moves me to the right thing – it takes two to Tango. If I want Truth, I must discover my deep belief in lies, and expose it on my mountain top. If I want Truth I must reach deeper than my programmed platform . I must reach towards the Vision. The Vision is rarely available to the huff and puff of speech.

If I want truth, “i” must stand aside, and not in its way. Learn to respect the truth in the one whom I was trying to convert to my view. It may surprise me. I am not the only follower of truth.

If I want truth, I find it in his eyes, his mouth and the way it beats in his chest. I enjoy his humanity: I feel what it is like to be him, “to be YOU”. There is a spontaneous pleasure and freedom, to stand in his shoes and wonder what it is like to have his legs, his thoughts and worries – the mystery of being him and his problems, as well as being myself. I chuckle with his comedy. This isn’t co-dependency, it is the opposite. It is the living IMAGINATION through which our full human conscience thrives. Being fully human is to live in paradox. I come from in between, and I include both sides – it opens the window to every side. When Jesus said “love one another”, he meant this. Jesus was and is this.

When I am aware how “his this” is, a perspective on Earth opens which is different to the prevailing belief. It is as if I toiled along between hedges and houses, they all had my usual picture on them; then I voluntarily change my level, and I see the whole landscape fore and aft and all around. I see right through the walls of my belief or the collective belief system. I am raised up into my Dimension which is truth. This is why the Dalai Lama and all the Maestri smile genuinely, whatever happens down among the narrow houses and hedges. The Dalai Lama’s people suffered diaspora, they were invaded, raped and displaced; his unconditional, and hard-won wellbeing, is the head and heart held high; walk tall. Talk peace with the conquerors. This is bravery, power.

It is transpersonal and remains firmly rooted in everyday life. Once glimpsed, it is never forgotten. A daily FOCUS is necessary, to practice the instrument. This may be meditation or prayer or a garden or any work in a tradition of integrity. My daily meditation hears what is said, and “writes”. A Master once said to a disciple, “We come not to the charm of your personality but to your clarity of mind – your third eye.”

Paul Foster Case said “Change the pattern, and you change the result. Make it accurate, profound, courageous, positive. Then you tame the lion, and he becomes your servant.”

When I see truth, I don’t need to persuade my partner or anyone else of it. He or she is truth right now, and opens to that realisation in their own time. This is what the sages mean when they perceive and say, “You are already realised.” They see life and humankind as a branch of flowering buds, some destined earlier, some later. The tree is bound to flower and bear fruit. This includes compassion with the hurts, the limitations and sorrows of the tight bud, the dark path. All of these are integral to the way it ultimately blossoms from the wood; and the sages weep with us.

Meanwhile in the daily biff and baff, I try to be honest. But tact is essential. I get to know my cher ami slowly. We’ve been going together for nearly seven years. We love each other, and about twice a year we get utterly furious with each other, and split up for two to five weeks. Then we get back together, refreshed from the whirliwash: it is a rhythmic cycle by now. So I mustn’t worry.

In relationship I am inarticulate. There is no sense in hitting an old soldier’s wounds with a sledgehammer. I was sledge-hammered by a Hungarian when I was young, so I know. It is best not to even touch the wounds until I am sure. And who is?

That one who sledge hammered me, is the one I touched base with in the magic of Christmas day. Had he been more skilful, just one gentle tap would have done the trick. Deep down, there is a little dawning. I do not have to do it. It is doing itself. We are all connected through gravity. Shifts of consciousness show the way. Shifts of consciousness are tiny ones – an acute angle, a point - but on the galactic protractor, they are vast arcs between the stars. This is where it starts. HERE. Nowhere else. HERE is every where, and now here: the tiny woodland flower.

The sledgehammer is what we are to each other, when we believe we are right.

The still, small voice
connects.

If you look HERE
you’ll find.

If you play with your sword
you won’t; but I’m HERE
our bridge.

You may not hear
what touches you

but HERE, my songs
in your tree are lovebirds.

Poems of Eclipse 1999

I wanted to find out more about “Aquariel”, the title for this blog - “an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life” – with Gaia and the quantum leap. Yesterday I googled it online, and dropped at once onto a website (see below), describing Archangel Aquariel.

“From an Earthlings Anonymous post by Gaele Arnott.” The website is http://www.cherokeeangel.com/archangel_aquariel_and_aquamarin.htm

“The color blue-green of peacock is part of the new color system which has been downloading into our consciousness over the past few years. Since 1998 I have been seeing colors so different that there really is no description in our language to describe these colors.

“ This blue-green color of the sea is protected by the Archangel Aquariel, who sits behind Archangel Gabriel as a CEO for Clarity.

 ”Archangel Aquariel also protects the ‘new’ 8th Chakra of the thymus. This chakra plays an important role in connecting the heart to the throat chakra. It is important that we consciously think about how we can boost the immune system. The thymus chakra also connects through the medulla at the base of the skull to assist in connecting to the Higher realms.

 ”The energy of Archangel Aquariel brings us balance between earth and sea.  He talks with the Dolphins, then shares with us this knowledge of spiritual evolution.  The Dolphins connect with Peacock and gift to us the ability to know ourselves in truth, so that we have the self-confidence to walk our path as we choose.

 ”Peacock as an animal totem allows access to the Karmic connections between the soul and physical connection. It carries the energy of the Phoenix which allows us to rise from past differences and challenges. The peacock with its loud raucous call doesn’t let us forget who we are and from where we came. It’s call has the sound of laughter letting us know that we need not take life too seriously – that it is after all only a game we came to play.

 ”Whatever the lessons, challenges and games under the totem of this color blue-green of the peacock we are reminded that we are constantly guided and protected by Archangel Aquariel.”

Gaele Arnott

This makes sense – particularly as concerns connecting the thymus to the way we speak and express what we are: the alignment with our planetary body’s health. Thymus is just above the heart chakra. It is awake in children, pregnant women and alchemists.

Peacocks in the rose garden – detail from “Black Swans”

He stands behind Gabriel, the beautiful face of God. He is greenish blue, the colour of Scorpio in Tarot. His creatures are the peacock and the dolphins’ school. His rulership, the new “octave” chakra, links heart and throat through the thymus. I write of speech and silence in this post – “What is True?” Through this “octave” centre, we voluntarily enhance our immune system. This has a knock-on effect through relationships, ecology and ideas.

Didn’t Jesus say something about what comes out of us, never mind what goes in? Where is that thought? It has something to do with: never mind what the priest prattles. How YOU say what you have to say, is important. It is in Tibetan Tonglen also: the compassion to breathe in my friend’s dark, and breathe it out as light – a steady transformation.

Black sheep, white goat! A photo of "Rose" on www.whitmorefarm.com

Black sheep, white goat! A photo of “Rose” on http://www.whitmorefarm.com She is the queen of their herd.

Here, “Aquariel” aims to travel - planetary and personal autopoeisis, as an individuation. Clearly, the way we express ourselves is crucial for health, strength and boundaries. If we permit the negative sneak, our shield – our magendovid – is weakened.

Being where we are, to be positive about things requires consistent creative intelligence and maintenance. Every single small individual willing to practice this, is gold dust. Who else will? Not the governments or local authorities – how can they? They don’t know, and they do their british best. Yes Dave, give it your best shot! Good on yer …

Flooded Britain – the prime minister in the Daily Mail

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

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Stump the Guru – Santa Robert Xmas, part 2

Posted on December 24, 2012 by janeadamsart

Part One is in my other blog, janeadamsart.

To continue a sort of big Xmas card: transcripts from the late Robert Adams (21 January 1928 – to 5 March 1997) whom I visited in Arizona, in 1996. He is much loved.

“It’s so simple. Lift your head up to heaven, and you’ll be in heaven. Hang your head down to hell, and you’ll be in hell. The world has absolutely nothing to do with it, nor do people. You have the freedom to be known as Brahman. And you have the freedom to be known as the person who has problems. The choice is yours. The choice is always yours.

“How do you feel about yourself right now? Do you really like yourself, appreciate yourself? It makes no difference what position you’re in, or what you are doing in life. You can’t say you like yourself, if you have a good job and make a lot of money and are the healthiest person on earth. These things have absolutely nothing to do with it, for you are not the body! You are not who you think you are!

“Let go all the thoughts about yourself, good or bad. Right now, let go of everything – everything that has ever bothered or hurt you – drop it. Lift yourself up to the highest! where there is no pain, no lack, no limitation. This is the land of the Buddha, the end of samsara. In the land of the Buddha, there is only peace and quietness and joy. You have crossed the ocean of samsara, and are truly free right now. Your burdens have been expunged, you no longer have to carry your Karma around with you – Samsara, Karma, is all finished for you.

“Feel this. Feel your freedom; the freedom from being confined – feel free from this. You are consciousness, pure awareness, and you encompass the whole Universe. How beautiful it is! All fear has left you. You are seeing the whole world as a dream. It can never hurt you again. It has no power.

“The only reason you’ve been hurt previously, is due to the fact you have thought of this world as being real, and you have reacted to it. But now you’re beginning to see that this world is MAYA. It is a dream, and you are the dreamer. When you are asleep, you are total peace.

“You have a dream about a war; you’re in the war, you get wounded, your leg has to be amputated, you go through all kinds of experiences; and then you wake up, and you feel refreshed, you had a long beautiful sleep, but you were dreaming about the war, about the experiences. This is how it is right now for you. The whole world, the whole Universe that you behold, is YOUR dream, and you are taking it for real! This is where suffering ensues. You take this world for real, and you react to it, but you are reacting to a dream; and as long as you keep reacting to this world, you will never awaken.

“Catch yourself thinking. Ask yourself, Who thinks? Be truthful to yourself. Say ‘I think.’ But then realise that you’re not the I ! So ‘I thinks’, and you have absolutely nothing to do with it. Then where does this ‘I’ come from? ‘If I have absolutely nothing to do with it,’ you say to yourself, ‘why is the I there? Why does it present itself to me?’

“By that very question, the ‘I’ will be dissolved. It will find absolute freedom. You have to learn to keep enquiring within yourself. Nobody outside of you can help you – all the answers are within you. YOU are the answer! Feel how wonderful this is! All the answers that you are looking for, are within your Self.

“What have you been searching for? Whatever your needs are, they’re all within your Self – you’ve got everything you need within your Self. Dive deep within your Self – don’t be afraid to let go. Nothing will ever hurt you again.

“As you are sitting here this way, all of this stuff that has been holding you back from your highest good, is melting away – feel this happening ! All those things that held on to you so long, in the form of disease, lack, limitation or unhappiness of any kind, or ignorance, feel it all dissolving right now. Feel it happening.

You are the divine One. You are the One which has always been
and that which will always be. You are awareness, total joy and peace.

“You do not have to try to make it happen; it’s already happening. There is nothing you have to do. Just:

Be still and know that I am God. Be still and know that I am God.

“Say this to your Self, not your ego, not the personal I, but to I AM, which is really you, which is God.”

Be still and know that I AM God. Be still and know that I AM God.

“It is now time to play ‘Stump the Guru.’

“No stumpers today? Well I’ll have to ask you if you have any questions?”

Student – “Yes, I have something … a disciple went to the Master and asked him, ‘do you and I live in the same world?’ and the Master said, ‘yes we do, but there is a difference, and that is, you think you live in the world, and I know the world lives in me.’ That seems to be the whole deal in a nutshell.”

Robert – “Yes, in a nut shell. The whole world is in a nut shell. Anyone else like to say something? Ask a question? Any stumpers over there?”

Student – “Robert, please describe what is compassion, where does it come from, does it in reality exist?”

Robert – “A being who has transcended the small self, becomes the epitomy of compassion automatically. Compassion really means when you leave everything alone and you love it. You have a joy in your heart for everything you see, the good, the bad and the ugly. It means you’re not judgemental, you are free, and you let everything else be free. True compassion is as if in a dream you come over and help a person because you realise he doesn’t know he’s dreaming. You have a great compassion for everything that is happening – for all humanity – for the suffering that is going on. Even though you understand it’s a dream, you do not become arrogant and cynical and say, Oh this is this way and that is like that and will happen this way and I’ll fix this and take care of that and do that.

“You keep silent. In this silence is compassion, great love, for everything that exists. The ground upon which you stand is holy ground. The whole universe is God. Everything is God, and compassion for all things: animals, insects and every kind of vegetation.

“This is a virtue of consciousness. As you work on yourself and develop yourself, compassion comes by itself. You have compassion for those who abuse you, for those who cause problems in the world, for you know they are asleep. Living the mortal dream, they cannot help what they do. Compassion will come of its own accord.”

Student: – “What is infinity? Is a jnani and infinity the same, or equal?”

Robert: – “Everything is infinity. Everything is infinite. The Jnani is infinite, infinite like the sky. Emptiness is infinite, total, boundless space. The substratum beyond space is infinite. The glue that holds the planets together in their orbit is infinity. Everything beyond the body, beyond the mind, beyond thoughts, is infinity. Infinity is just another word for Consciousness. When you speak of a jnani, there’s no such thing as more or less. A jnani encompasses everything. So we cannot say that infinity is different. Infinity is the jnani, the same as pure awareness. It is all infinity, there is no separation. It’s all the same. It is all one. It’s only when the mind starts to think, that it is broken up into segments and duality. Go beyond the words.

“… Think of going out into the sun. The closer you get to the sun, the more the heat. The closer you are to a jnani, the more the reality, the truth in yourself.

“The jnani is like a force of power, electrical charge, always emanating peace. If you feel this, then accept it. When a jnani has transcended the whole world, all the power of the Universe is in the jnani. It is all One and all pervading.

“But a manifestation of consciousness became the jnani, just as the sun shines, and each ray from the sun is different. So it is with the jnani. Awaken to this truth – you are that. There is no difference between you and me – you see a difference – I don’t!

“Infinity does not act. If you would imagine a power that takes up all space and time, there’s no space anywhere, for the power takes up all space. You can’t say there’s space and something else, for there’s no place for anything else. Again, you can’t say that the jnani is infinity. There’s only infinity. It doesn’t end!”

Merry Xmas !

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