Balsa Wood and the Whale

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desert script

desert script

3 March 2014

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

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

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

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

Isaiah 1958

Isaiah 1958

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

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

Ez Haim - the Tree of Life

Ez Haim – the Tree of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kon Tiki

Kon Tiki

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

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

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

Balsa boat 1962 - Annapurna in cumulus clouds

Balsa boat 1962 – Annapurna in cumulus clouds

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

Maria:  By all, through all - Rosicrucean emblem 2

Maria: By all, through all – Rosicrucean emblem 2

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

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

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

ship anchor, Rosicrucean Emblem 1

ship anchor, Rosicrucean Emblem 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

From Arcanum 3 - Hermes, fish, Sun

From Arcanum 3 – Hermes, fish, Sun

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

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

Isaiah 1958 - detail

Isaiah 1958 – detail

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

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

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

Tarot Key 8 - Lady with Lion - soul strength

Tarot Key 8 – Lady with Lion – soul strength

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

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

13 pigeons in spring 1

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

14 pigeons in spring 2

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Mysteries of Master R – Part 7: Apprentice to Mystery & Science

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1  Emerald table

16 October 2013

So called “Mysteries” are clear, scientific secrets.  What is a science?  The linguistic root is knowledge – self knowledge by experiment.  What is a secret?  Something which desires to be known – and known in the heart.  What is the laboratory?  A life-work in my soul and body, tried and tested and ongoing.

I do not relate much to projections upon Count Saint-Germain – Master R – as a glamorous, mysterious figure.  The Mystery there is set upon an altar, and does not alter things for real.  From him is purported to come much new age channeling.  I read a little of it, some of it seems excellent, some of it is platitude, and as I have not studied those writings comprehensively, I am not in a position to comment.   I got involved in a St Germain society about ten years ago, for a while.  Some of it was good, but the medium became corrupt and demanded a large house and income.  The lesson I drew from this, is never to rely on someone else’s version for verification.  See into my own life as given.  It is all there – hands to the plough:  seabirds hover and swoop.

The Hermetic Table of Alchemy states:  Visita Interiore Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem - “Journey into your own centre (earth) to put things right, and discover the hidden Precious Stone.”  

The seven initials – one for each chakra –  spell “vitriol” – an alchemical paradox.  Vitriol is sulphuric acid, and it also means “a harsh criticism”.  Alchemical vitriol is that same power to turn inward, “without hatred or envy“, and – from brewing the wisdom of the ages – to see outward and adjust our world according !  The art is performed with sulphur, salt and mercury … Hokhmah, Binah, Kether.

Vitriol transforms to Elixir.  (see http://www.crcsite.org/printTabulatext.htmInterpretation and Explanation of the /tabula smaragdina hermetis, in The Rosicrucean Archive).   Alchemy is homeopathic, transmuting toxins and eliminating the rust.  Upon sound psychological observation the Chariot of the Spirit is drawn.  Psychology is the wheelbase of all occult and esoteric study.  Self knowledge is the essence.

The second in a series of paintings (1986) where the trail opened inward, rather than upon outward portraits of life.  In the centre are pilgrim and cloven footed gate keeper.  To the right is a train with all my current acquaintances and friends as passengers.  On the rocky cliff is a mythic Greek bull, myself naked, and a mother trying to protect her baby from the sea.  The man creeping along the cliff is a conductor.  The ship out to sea is the vessel.  It was a mixture of dream images in the pot.

“Rocky” – The second in a series of paintings (1986) where the trail opened inward, rather than upon outward portraits of life. In the centre are pilgrim and cloven footed gate keeper. To the right is a train with all my current acquaintances and friends as passengers. On the rocky cliff is a mythic Greek bull, myself naked, and a mother trying to protect her baby from the sea. The man clinging along the cliff to save himself, is a conductor – the personal ego. The ship out to sea is the vessel. It was a mixture of dream images in the pot.

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My relationship with Master R – who counsels civilizations rather than single students – is based on my working interest in Alchemy – a chosen, pragmatic focus.  At such moments I become attuned to some of “his” way of seeing things, and my patterns of life then verify it with subtle rhymes that I recognise with my life pattern.  It is a working relationship of the soul, rather like duet playing.  It takes practice.  Willingly keep practicing!

master R sketch 6

This Master is not an individual.  He is a way of seeing things trans-personally.  It is a way which subtly alters the environment from within.  I have a whole article yet to write, about how I discovered a way to contact him and the other great teachers in his plane, by drawing, waiting tentatively – a kind of surrender to the unknown – and then having to do it myself.

A hallmark is that I am not told what to do.  When in great difficulty, I try something, leave it open, and then the smallest nudge indicates: right or left.  Open or close.

I am the left pair of hands, and all ear for my friend who is a much more competent pianist.  It is autumnal and tumbling.  This person had an attractive curiosity about life.

Piano duet 1999 – I am the left pair of hands, and all ear for my friend who is a much more competent pianist. It is autumnal and tumbling. He had an attractive curiosity about life.

This morning’s plan is to copy his first full painting in the Trinosofia, like I did the 12th.  It prefaces Section Two in the Trinosofia, because Section One is introductory, and written from a prison – the human dungeon.  Section One warns the reader against abuse, indiscretion and the Inquisition.   Section Two is an inner liberation.  It takes us into the interior, deep under Mount Vesuvius.

However, as soon as I sat down – after a long search for my sketching paper – words started to come.  “He” wanted to say something about scientific attitudes.  I have the gist of lifetimes in my bone and blood.  I ploughed my talent into the secrets of the universe, and discovered it is one and the same.  I only write down “his way of inspiring me”, by having toiled and verified the same for myself.  I get annoyed with trendy young Professors on TV who declare “astrology is a load of rubbish” without the courtesy or discipline to study the basics for themselves.   Theirs is NOT scientific thinking, it is belief, and belief takes ignorant short cuts.

The problem with scientism is when it fails to incorporate the observer who is “real science” by genuine trial and error.   The problem is the practitioner’s failure or unwillingness to incorporate the Heisenberg principle – (that the observer’s consciousness influences the experiment;  that a wave particle may be detected in position OR in motion, never both at once).  The Heisenberg principle is the observer, inseparably.  The problem is the false separation.   As J.Krishnamurti knew and said, “The observer is the observed.”  But what academic ambition could tolerate that?

The Table of Hermes also states, “Let all obscurity fly from thee.”

On a broader canvas, modern science – which in Quantum theory approaches the vision of the Vedas – is divorced from the medium which is Gaia – ourselves – our Earth and biosphere, weathers, oceans, creatures and volcanic interior.   The whitecoat is divorced from the laboratory bench, because he seeks to manipulate a new toy, something commercially viable for the tiny humanosphere.  Whereas, an Alchemist IS the bench, the laboratory, the elemental table, as handed down through thousands of years and the distillation of many civilizations.

Trinosofia figure 2, photo of facsimile on computer screen

Trinosofia figure 2, photo of the facsimile on my computer screen.
De Givry said of this figure: “It represents a man gazing into a prophetic cup forming a magic mirror. The conjoined signs of the Sun and the Moon are seen against the pedestal of the table; at the top, a super-position of different coloured rectangles indicates the phases of the Work, and the double sign of the Lingam in a circle emblematically recalls the Hermetic male and female. An inscription in Greek letters and made-up characters gives a formula for the composition of Gold/the Sun King, by means of a mixture of gold and silver regenerated by vital mercury. Linked to the blue rectangle giving this formula, is a red rectangle inscribed with the rule for the furnace fire in Hebrew characters.
“The Hebrew letters in the red panel are translated: ‘On account of distress, they shall cling to the Bestower. The wise who are wearied with worldliness, shall turn to wisdom, the bestower of all good things.’
“The letters in the circle are Greek and translate to “the Light of revelation”. The inscription in the blue rectangle describes the quickening of the soul seed (Aries) and of the breath upon the waters. The number 62 appears, with an admonition to open the holy gate (clairvoyance) with the aid of the vessel or cup … adepts drink the water by which the soul remembers its own substance and origin …”

Alchemy, Freemasonry and the esoteric schools of Europe, were Master R’s hobby when he dressed as a diplomat among kings and nobles.  When I feel him – or who? – drawing near, it is like a river flowing into my back from behind, and over my shoulders … playful, pleasurable and awesome:  joy, truth and tearful.   The connection with him is my natural Yes.  My years of refining my tools and studies in his working channel are the current: apprenticeship.  The Master goes away to attend to his stuff on the inner planes, and leaves the apprentice to work things out.   The Master outside and embracing space and time, dips into it at will, condenses himself to a heavier medium of thought for a quick visit, dissolves back into light, presents a countenance through the sky colour changing clouds which his apprentices  recognise.  The light rejoices the fields.

The Master comes to the way of love, because love always meets its own, and “truth agrees with itself” as Paul Foster Case has said.   “Love, and you shall know.

Right now, we are carpenters, builders of furniture and carving at a bench, and both wear leather aprons.   The Master is better known, however, as a jeweller.  In this drawing, his profile and left eye looking down, is across the upper right corner, and when I drew it, those were planetary orbits coming near, and detailed chippings into the soul, releasing gems.

It was 1988:  I did not know then, that Saturn, Uranus and Neptune were conjunct, entering Capricorn.

Jeweller 1988 - or gem maker from planet orbital planes

Jeweller 1988 – or gem maker from planet orbital planes

His eye has compound vision – multi dimensioned – yet is deeply attentive to one thing.  The shared lens is “concentration”.  Those may be cones of sight, or simply one-pointedness.

Having hinted at what a Science might be – the expression of a path of knowledge – let’s look at Mystery.   Any so called Mystery which stands in front of the mystery of why am I here at all?  Why aren’t I you?  Why is the nose on my face like this?  Why do the flowers grow that way, and how do the lambs dance out of their mothers? … is a camouflage.  It conceals and congeals.  Mystery is the “plain to see,” or as a friend once put it – “the Miss Trees”.   Because life and the economy are hard, many of us prefer to go to the cinema or stare at a smart, smart phone, and be frightened of robbers.   The Greater Mystery is nude.

The figure on the right was drawn when I was seven or eight.  I guess this post is inspired by my classic dream last night of walking up Finchley Road and talking to people and then discovering I had no clothes on at all, which up till that moment, felt perfectly natural.   There was nothing to cover myself with – my aging defects and blemishes – but a large book, which was inadequate.   That tells reams !

aphrodite - Version 2The Mystery – a hidden treasure which loves to be known – resides perhaps at the heart of all the conventional interpretations of being stark naked in a dream.  I feel the connection.  In my dream as I woke up, I found some transparent nightwear in a small shop, to go home in, which did the job less effectively than Aphrodite’s hair!  My dreams poke fun at me.  I love it.

Revenons a nos moutons.   It is time to tackle that new drawing.

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Not knowing Greek, I had to guess at the letters and shapes in the blue rectangle; also the online reproduction of the facsimile blurs them. The coloured planes behind it are the elements. I gave it a grey background, to suggest the cave.

Not knowing Greek, I had to guess at the letters and shapes in the blue rectangle; also the online reproduction of the facsimile blurs them. The coloured planes behind it are the elements. I gave it a grey background, to suggest the cave.

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What fun I had with this!

For Master R’s writing of the inner journey, see my new Page in the title bar – Trinosofia Texts.  I particularly love where he says, “Without reproach of the past, without fear of the future, I went on.

FROM MY JOURNAL, 17 October – Yesterday was interesting after the naked dream.  I began a new Master R post in Aquariel, tugged into writing about science, a hobby horse of “his” – and I began to realise the naked dream was coming up through it with an alchemical meaning of its own … and at last began the new Trinosofia drawing.   It took a very long time, as the two figures in the original are clumsily drawn, and the anatomy is very difficult to copy.  The original in colour is online, and though much better than the xerox in my book, the repro is low-resolution and the lines are fuzzy.  The two figures are naked, but she wears a peculiar black skirt or shawl round her waist, and black boots.  I made her skirt an indigo velvet colour (saturn).

He wears nothing but a pair of red strappy sandals with yellow soles, (mars-mercury colours) and is very muscular.  He bends over the blue “table” on which stands a golden cup and a lance-head/sword.  He gazes in his feminine mirror.  With a turquoise wand – the scorpio force – she touches his third eye, making him an Initiate.   In the painting she lays it across his left shoulder as if knighting him, but in the text it says clearly, his third eye, his forehead, so I decided to follow that.  I also altered the position and shape of her legs.

They are an extremely dynamic couple.  They ignite an alchemical Great Mystery – a fire self-combusts on the night-sky floor, near where the sun and moon conjoin, and it bends towards him.  This is the secret fire, which quickens him.   I worked on through the evening, with time off for my friend H’s visit (during which I wept, as we talked of painful stuff) and watching Grand Designs on TV and then I fell asleep on the floor for an hour and a half – final session midnight until about 2 am, I filled in most of the panel detail, background etc.

It is beautiful to copy and savour the precise Alchemical Colours, the reds, blues, yellows, green, violet, indigo, knowing what they signify.  The Mystery throbs to life.  It is right that he is muscular, for this is the tonicity of Mars.   Her breasts and upper body are plump above her dark skirt, and she has an earnest expression.  She is Isis, with long flowing brown hair, curly, and she looks like Morgan in Dion Fortune’s Moon Magic.   With the robes on she would be regally dignified;  with the absurd concealing skirt and boots, she isn’t, she is rather a comedy – just like I feel if caught undressed – but she presses on with the job.   She represents the man’s encounter with Mother Nature, himself mother naked, from birth, as he will be, in the grave.   Above them are beautiful plaques hanging, red and blue, with alchemical letters.  I’ve done the red one/hebrew letters, and have just the blue one to do, this morning.

I love the way the colours so unexpectedly come to life and sing together.   It is the good Prang crayons I use, and the long practice with the Tarot Keys.  Alchemy releases the inner rainbow, and Master R’s art did the same, in his day.   The “originals” in Trinosofia are actually copies of his work which disappeared.   He said to the Cases in 1947, that they are good copies.

The cross depicts the deep room the neophyte came to.  The doors leading from it are red (faith and universal medicine), sky-blue (purification/elixir of life), black (labour, making material gold) and white (philosophers' Stone).   On the north wall over the black door by which the neophyte entered, was hung the painting.

The cross depicts the deep room the neophyte came to. The doors leading from it are red (faith and universal medicine), sky-blue (purification/elixir of life), black (labour, making material gold) and white (philosophers’ Stone). On the north wall over the black door by which the neophyte entered, was hung the painting.

As well as Science, I touch on Mystery.  I said the real Mystery is “existence” – more so than anything put on an altar.  But I fib, because I am unable to bathe in the Mystery, with all my worries taking up the space.   Nevertheless I know that an Initiate does bathe in it and is washed clean.   With the drawing, something of the Greater Mystery is touched and unveiled:  the keys which deeply nourish the soul and link with Eternity.   The Greater Mysteries, as far as Master R is concerned, have an essential ceremonial in them – something is at first blindfold, then unveiled – viz the symbolism of me going naked up Finchley Road.

Always it is an exchange of man and woman – as demonstrated in colour in the drawing, for the blue plaque is above the man and the red plaque above the woman – hers is a right-pillar active role;  he, like Gevurah on the Tree’s left pillar, receives.   The man who is about to be initiated into the Greater Mysteries, strips and bows to Her.

Passion does not fulfil the heart.   Life softens and ripens the fruit of love.

“When the heart is deeply moved, it likes a little ceremony.”

Up came my Nakedness in Public.  I have been struggling with my worry about A …  I have tried to keep cool and okay and not think about it.  But I decided to talk to H, who is always inviting me not to bottle things up but have it out with him.   And alas alack – the emotional pressure, my thick voice, my tears in eyes – all the work I have done on myself seems useless.   And how foolish I feel then about my esoteric studies – to non-esotericks like H, they must seem to be my escape route.   On and on I go with this traumatic pressure inside unchanging.

None of us, he said, live our lives without making significant mistakes.  They make us grow.  He began to outline a few of his own.  We live with them for the rest of our life, but it is not negative, because of what we do subsequently.   It is our responsibility.

I live with my feeing of having done wrong …  Address this, because otherwise my expectation that bad things might happen,  materialises.  I am wise when silent and writing of it, and I am a mad merrygoround when trying to drive the chariot with someone else;  when trying to speak of it.   It is so frustrating.

A healing colour combination, the other day.  The blue is meant to be indigo, but my camera saw it differently.  Indigo is Saturn, Orange is Sun and Red is Mars.  Tarot Keys the Lovers and the Sun are both in the solar orange frequency:  the tone is D-natural.

A healing colour combination, the other day. The blue is meant to be indigo, but my camera saw it differently. Indigo is Saturn, root chakra, Orange is Sun, the heart, and Red is Mars, navel chakra. Tarot Keys the Lovers and the Sun are both in the solar orange frequency: the tone is D-natural.

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The core problem is Worries.  The habit of worrying about anything  I depend on, like my bike making funny noises,  or my laptop behaving oddly.  if it seems not to work properly, guilt slams in, and a sick tension inside, I did something wrong.   This must be seen to, because it is a chronic condition, and it may get worse as I get older.   It says I have let someone down.   I neglected.   I didn’t look after her.  I had a fantasy, a playground, and it wasn’t true.   I let down even the Great Work.

So that is also the inappropriate naked feeling in the street – suddenly uncomfortable where I was insouciant.   The guilt feeling is so backed up, that when I speak of it to anyone, it makes it worse, the sound of it, the stuck wheel.

Enter Art Therapy!   My dreaming re-booted, because of this plan: I shall go to an art therapist to explore this thing in clay and collage, hands on, rather than struggle with speech.  It feels somewhere refreshing and discharged, to have dreamed busily again last night.  I dreamt of a wacky commune by the sea.  They had a huge communal bath-tub outside the house, and the rooms inside were like Mick Jagger’s in the “Performance” movie.  I had long conversations with wild hairy drop-outs and old acid-heads,  and am amazed at their colourful personalities and their faces – how did my mind invent them in such detail, and their life-stories?  Then I dreamed of a complex citadel or town of many levels, and suddenly I saw through a window, the rocky summit of Mont St Michel, just outside.  My way forward would traverse the peak.

I felt relieved, after what my friend H said – about what we do with our mistakes –  but the turbulence takes time to settle, and I made supper – brown rice and lentils, tin of spiced sardines, some beetroot, tomatoes, coriander and cress and a bit of curry powder, golly how delicious – and went straight back to my drawing.  The rice and lentils boiled dry and burned on the bottom.

The turbulent location takes relief in its stride, it is a circuit of tension and relief, it is self-important and doesn’t move.   This is the substance to address.

The Inner School isn’t concerned with time.  It doesn’t make immediate changes, it chimes up the process which then takes time to clear – many years, as I now know – or lifetimes – being human.   Facing grief – turning to face the wind.

Therapy with the Inner School opens spectacular insight, and the feeling of great seismic shifts and clarity and progress – and then a bewildered disappointment on discovery that the situation in the surface has not eased.   The emotional upset – the trauma deep down – is as intractable as ever.

Remember:  the seismic shift is REAL.   Deliverance is certain.  But the Karmic stuff remaining – the slow fuel – takes time to consume and release.   Many years of Capricorn.

This is also the meaning of the fire under the Initiate, which blows towards him.  His legs and body glow.  He is being speeded up, confronting the fire directly, even as he drinks the water of life and is touched by Isis.   Life isn’t easy.

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A strange image!  It heads this section II of Trinosofia.  The reproduction I copied it from is itself blurred, so I don't know what the figures are at the "tunnel" entrance.  Or is this a convex shape?  I have left my perspective deliberately a bit awry.  A portal of some kind ... to an under of interior world.  I had a dream of bricks looking watery, like an Irish or Highland stream with its autumnal glints.   I may work on this a bit more, sometime.

A strange image! It heads this section II of Trinosofia. The reproduction I copied it from is itself blurred, so I don’t know what the figures are at the “tunnel” entrance. Or is this a convex shape? I left my perspective deliberately a bit awry. A portal of some kind … to an underworld or interior realm – it doesn’t anywhere say “abandon hope”.
I had a dream of bricks looking watery, like an Irish or Highland stream with its .autumnal glints – the flow of “snake water stone”. I may work on this a bit more, sometime.

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And I have an aim.   I want to be and live like an Initiate, discreetly camouflaged to the social terrain of today, because this is the real way.  It is like “toning” the colour in a painting, to a plant or stone in the hedgerow.   I want to work with persons.

It seems to take decades to weather the raw Stone.  I must NOT appear as a wild occult loon, or have sticky opinions about it – and that is tricky, because the juice of the inner School ignites the personal ego to burn-off.   Dignity and discretion!   What layers and layers of training there are – and how far off this ideal still seems, even if – like my glimpse of the rock and lichens of Mont St Michel last night  – i can almost reach and touch it.

This morning I read and reblogged Lissa’s wonderful article about Trauma.  Her insight and her “damascan discovery” reach right in to my Trauma zone, and illumine the subconscious strata from which my habitual worries sprout:  for give.

We give to each other the Fruit of Life.

Orpheus.  Note the strata of the soul, behind him.  He rises like trees, from the core of the Earth and ancient history.

Orpheus. Note the strata of the soul, behind him. He rises like trees, from the core of the Earth and ancient hieroglyphic history.

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Peace, peace.  The opening phrase of this Sonata by Master R, is beautiful and gentle.  And the finger-friendly pair of Minuets at the end!

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

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Mystery with Master R – Part 3: on Mantra and Sound

melchisedek at chartres

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It is more than two months since I began the Master R series here.   A lot of things were going on, in my primary blog:  watching Krishnamurti, and concluding the Lotuses in the Sacred India Tarot Archive … and daily life in the pot.

Meanwhile Mr Master R cooks his precious stones; to invoke him is for me a threshold.  Getting out old journals, I find a mass of writings on my alchemical discoveries with him, a decade ago.   What to begin with?   My notes are dense with theme and symbol.   I shall start here with a few little poems I found, and with a thought on mantric sound.

It is rather a ragbag – perhaps to scan “musically”, with the right brain rather than the left, is best.   Feelings, architecture and images which touch the soul before speech, are ancient music in our bones. At that time, Serapis Bey, the Egyptian Master, was an additional inspiration, so I quote from him here.  The Maestri are one voice with many resonances.

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Serapis Bey in blue

Serapis Bey in blue

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On “Awakening” …

In medieval tapestry
a saint is preaching to gentle, plump lions
with worried dark eyes
to blink the sleep from themselves.

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Hebrew letter Qoph: a Zain (sword) and Kaph (gasping hand)

Hebrew letter Qoph: a Zain (sword) and Kaph (gasping hand)

Spear tip probes
golden sun’s heart
through silver body,
summer singing.

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Hooded falcon
released from the glove
is a sign of one in the Great Work
who lives in the world.

We are tamed|
by our bodybonds,
relationships and patterns.
It has to be.

But when the hood comes off
we fly and seize the prey
and bring it back to the garden, to the glove.
The glove of the Falconer veils love.

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If I have ears to hear,
hear Thee
like the Stars brought close to the eyes,
oak Tree.

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Master R - a new sketch:  he looks as if he has been working rather hard

Master R – a new sketch: he looks as if he has been working rather hard

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On Master R’s Sonnet – (see the two previous posts)

With embryo in womb,
yeast and grain in the vine,
the Eternal alone calls the Soul;
the world knows nothing.

(The door is TAV, and in it flowers the Rose.  Saturn is the root and door by which I give birth, parturition of the seed itself, all in one.  As the Soul makes house “aux flancs d’une mere”, so in damp dark soil does pip to a grain grow bread in the vineyard.  Saturn is the root, and Venus in the throat its calyx or flowering point.)

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Ground plan, Mother and Labyrinth at Chartres

Ground plan, Mother and Labyrinth at Chartres – step into an interior Temple

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labyrinth cross, like a core

labyrinth cross, like a core

On the Magid

When Your consciousness
flowers down into mine,
I am Your destiny;
may You live for ever.

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On the Sacred Labyrinth

Truth must be embodied and lived.  The Hebrew letter TETH – or is it TES? is a snake’s head and neck uplifted from the coil around itself (triple cross) – like the ancient diagram for seed labyrinth oscillation.  The great secret is to lift up the Cross, to raise the level from the plane to the Point or apex of pyramid.  Everything from and as the Point is equal – equal armed Cross. See and experience the labyrinth not only as a plane, but as a dome, a vault, three-dimensionally.

Yod Teth

Yod Teth

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October storm '87 - and those that stood

October storm ’87 – and those that stood

September 2003 – The other day I went on the Heath and visited the Governor Tree (it fell in the October storm of 1987.)  He has enjoyed a restful horizontal burden of summer leaf, and increments of holly.   On the shrine place near him, I found they are still leaving fresh offerings, and they left a poem there – whether to the Governor who stood so tall, or whoever … “

Farewell to Reuben

A grey metallic bird
will take me in its wings and carry me away
from you
who has become
a butterfly in moonlight -

whilst flitting between each delight
tasting each flower
you lost the rose.

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October storm '87 - Destinies across

October storm ’87 – Destinies across

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Arcanum 14 Temperance - Archangel Mikael

Arcanum 14 Temperance – Archangel Mikael

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September 2003:  Notes on Alchemy  – The Hebrew letters RVGZ spell the Vibration of Archangel Mahael.  The word is “wrath”, but actually means vibration.  This resonates with Indian RAJAS, the desire nature, or red dragon.  Alchemy works in the microcosm;  the same Law operates macrocosmically.  The Savage Dragon in the astral plane eats its own poisonous tail around into the Letter SAMECH, the Great Medicine of the avenging Archangel.

Sketch of Heru, Angel of Tarot

Sketch of Heru, Angel of Tarot

This morning, I glimpsed inwardly an angelic being with rainbow feathered robes – could be HERU, of tarot, or the Rainbow of Mahael.   WATCH the angel of this power of incineration.  Watch the Law, the balance of Jupiter and Mars.

sagittarius arrow

Hebrew letter Samech ourobouros serpent

To have an AIM means the courage equal to the aim iam.  The Sagittarian Arrow is aimed into the rainbow, and turns into the circular Hebrew letter SAMECH (whose symbol is a tentpeg).

Courage is equality of the terrain in all things, don’t fuss, get on with it.  Courage doesn’t talk or think or worry;  it acts,  quietly and steadfastly.  The Great Tent or Tabernacle is held down by tentpegs.  Whenever a tentpeg comes to hand, you use it.  You draw a Pyramid, a house with joy, and see it constantly.

“Various events in the field of personal experience are found to be not only reflections of the One Identity, but also direct operations of that One Identity itself.  Plainer than this we do not know how to write.”

Paul Foster Case

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ADAM is our matter, and Eve, divided from him, the subtle from the gross to reflect and reunite, is the Soul.  Eve is the High Priestess, the mirror, fertilised by the Magus in his garden.  His white stalk enters her dark ground, and roses grow, and lilies.

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“Subconscousness is the channel through which we receive instruction from above.”

bota key 2 priestess

bota key 1 Magician

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Mantra

Now the INNER SOUND begins to polish a facet which shines as AEOL – seed syllable of Elder Brother’s own dispeller of darkness.  It is not easy to say ORONTA or AEOL out loud; they ripen greenly still, hidden within the pearl under tongue’s tip, and in the root breath behind my back.  SOHAM, and OM TAT SAT and OM NAMAH SIVAYAH easily come out, they are known in the breath.  Chant them, he says, use them.  You can keep them right under your breath, under your tongue.  But gradually my pearl condenses and clears.

We are not given these.  We mine and find them in the mountains.  They are our deepest star-being. They have a river sound.  This is why AEOL is also AEON, and that describes what I am.  I AM as AEON … the way God knows and calls me.   AM and OM …  A and O are sufficient to roll like marbles and play with, they are holy, wholly sound.   “LO?”, he suggests also, and “E?”, and “LA?” … the Elohim.   “HALLO” is even another!   And “HALO”, which in hungarian háló, means “a net”.

seed syllable Omkara

seed syllable Omkara

You see, you don’t just select or adopt one, for “Hod” – the mind, in the Tree of Life –  goes shopping in the conditions of the “world that feeds on the absence of clarity”.  You find.  It finds your string, and it draws the bow and it sounds.  I wish Mr X could be happy.  This just slipped in, remembering his love of clarity, and his exile, walking in mud. Tzaddi fish hook

My true wishes are not: “Please God wave your wand” but to be able to act.  Else why am I fished by the Pyramid itself?   The plan for Mr X to be at least happier, remains on its shelf, because the prevous attempts and outlines screwed up each time.  It is impossible for countless souls to be happier than they at present are, because it is not yet their time to change.  A far more useful attitude is “respect … without cleverness, their unhappiness”.

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Some stones for polishing …

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A and O are primordial in tarot, rota, torah, look up at the unimaginably distant stars, into that Swan flying along the Milky Way, and see if they somehow sing.   You play with your marble, your sense of being, until it rolling, makes a sound, a music.  OK.  Let it roll.  “You are souls masquerading as humans.  Which one in your acquaintance do you dislike the most?  Herein lies a key and therein lies the treasure.”

ASK AGAIN AND AGAIN … “What do You call me?  What am I?”  Be assured, that seed is known in these deeps.  Roll out the ones, the little polished stones I like,  and listen for which one answeringly chimes.

I see no mission to accomplish, for nothing stands in the way however long I live;  already I ascend and am gathered, as are my cinematic concerns day by day.  My Cross is the inner architecture of the Pyramid itself;  its apex the rose.  He rose from the dead.  From the base line, the point arose.  The geometry is naked.

“I am that part of you which seeks to hear the voice of God and truly listens for it.  So I invite you to enter the vaccuum of silence as you can, when you can.  And there go deep, go deep, go deep and seek to know what is your own sacred sound … find it, polish it, use it …”

I do not need to repeat in what manner this instruction is familiar to me, and what it awakened in this life.  I light a candle to that one in the night.   I let it burn gently in my soul,  for his destiny.  “Go deep, deep as you possibly can … and then return and record what you found …” Even if said unconsciously, it spoke directly from the inner Teacher, the thread snagged and was recognised.  It is this Unity of things in life that stretched beyond the clothes on the washing line.  It lifts from the line, the cosmic point, timelessly, rich beyond all nourishment … and the fish is hooked. “Clarity in issues is the lesson of the night.”   I spelled the Egyptian word for Sun wrong, it is not AMUN RA, it is AMON RA!  you see, again – and this sound is at present favourite.

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Riss's labyrinth - age 9

Riss’s labyrinth – age 9

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The Practice: “Go to the centre of your own skull and see there the sun, the sun, the sun and allow your fears to melt as snow and merge with that inner sun, that great glowing endless being.  This is a practice, a discipline if you will – perhaps one of the greatest you can perform consistently.”

And do this specially whenever over-wrought about the world, or when the dragon’s dying tail lashes despair.   Do it when AFRAID.

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

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A Mystery of Master R – the Yeast and the Grape

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Master R in London - JA 08

Master R in London – JA 08

This is Master R, as he might have appeared to me, in London’s Temple district in the 1750s, on a damp night.

The altar – bird – torch emblem which is worked into this portrait, meant a great deal to me.  It is in his Trinosofia – a journey of transformation.

“Altar, bird and torch are the symbol of all things.  Nothing can be done without them … You could have seized instantly – you would have become altar, bird and torch at one and the same time.  Now, in order to arrive at the most secret place of the Palace of sublime sciences, it will be necessary for you to pass through all by-ways.  Come … I must first present you to my brothers.”

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trinosofia altar bird torch, 2

trinosofia altar bird torch, 2

trinosofia altar bird torch 1

trinosofia altar bird torch 1

trinosofia section 12 - "His companion wore no garment, but a sun radiated from her breast.  Her right hand held three globes;  a coronet of red flowers confined her beautiful hair. She sprang into the air, and seemed to lift with her the warrior who accompanied her." - Trinosofia of Saint-Germain

His companion wore no garment, but a sun radiated from her breast. Her right hand held three globes; a coronet of red flowers confined her beautiful hair. She sprang into the air, and seemed to lift with her the warrior who accompanied her.” – Trinosofia of Saint-Germain, section 12

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When I think of the “The Most Holy Trinosofia of the Comte de St-Germain”, I have a composite image of an underground volcanic cavern with a Cross of colours in it, a deep sea breaking on a sandy beach, a screen of symbols which melts into initiation, an ascent, a many-pillared round temple where are found the Companions of the Light, a long desert trek, a cornucopia of alchemical beauty and strange tongues.

trinosofia cross & pillars..

The work is illustrated with copies of the Master’s own paintings, in black and white facsimile, leaving the life to my imagination.  I would like to re-draw them, in colour …

The bird is the Ibis, the altar is the Cube of space, and the torch, the Caduceus.

Altar, bird, torch - detail

Altar, bird, torch – detail

The bird – with green branch – is called “to be given the Life.”  The altar is coded “The Crown, Kether, when shall be the gate of entrance:  Immortality shall be conferred at the gate of the House of Wisdom.”  The name of the torch is Light, and reads:  “The dernier shall be hidden away and forgotten”.   The dernier was a coin, as in the Tarot suit of Pentacles.   The statement as a whole suggests “The body of the wise man shall be concealed.”

 

Master R’s physical remains are concealed:  his paintings – whose colours had a peculiar lustre, he is said to have ground pearl into his pigments – all disappeared.   The music he wrote is stored in the British Library.  I have xerox copies of it.  He played the violin in London, with elegance, verve and grace.

Violin Sonata 2 - keyboard part

Violin Sonata 2 – keyboard continuo part:  the violin is the top line.

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In about 1918, Paul Foster Case received a phone call in New York:   “Meet me for coffee at —–Hotel.”   The voice sounded familiar.   It had spoken in his inner ear, ever since he was a small child.   At the rendez-vous, he met an elegant stranger who proceeded during the next fortnight, to lay before him the entire esoteric curriculum for – what was to become a School of the Soul – the Builders of the Adytum.

This was his Hierophant and lineage, Master R – also known as Comte de Saint Germain.   The writings on alchemy, number and the Hebrew hieroglyphic language are of superhuman intellect, beauty and dexterity, particularly in some unpublished texts.   It seems that whenever Paul Foster Case sat down to write, something in his mind-body opened to admit the Cosmic body.   He was a musician, a skilled organist.  He reached every Key, each pipe and every string.   The body of this Great Work had an immense urgency, to leaven the escalating crisis in humanity during the 1930s and 40s.  The Master drily remarked to him, “We come not to the charm of your personality, but to the focus of your mind.”

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He also said …

Transcript:  The Harp of Ten Thousand Strings

“In Kether is the One, the Indivisible, but in Malkuth that same One appears as Four, and comes into manifestation as the Ten which return into the One.  But mark this:  the Four are truly but Two, even as in the body the two genders are always conjoined.  Even when the whole body has almost no trace of its complementary gender, yet is there in its composition always some trace of both.  So it is with the four elements also.  Truly there are but two, Fire and Water.  For Air is the mixture of Fire and Water with Fire predominant, and Earth is a like mixture with Water the stronger. 

“Thus to enter the Kingdom there must always be “two”, for the Wheel turns not, but by the alternation of opposite forces.  Yet the Kingdom of Adonai is not the kingdom of this world’s illusion, and the bodies of the servants of Adonai must be freed from the illusion, before they may serve as transparent channels for the Light which descends from Above. 

“The Law of Adonai is other than the laws of men, for into the laws of men has entered confusion.  This must needs be, since mankind remains a work unfinished.  Yet be on guard, if you seek to be numbered among the sons and daughters of the true Israel, lest you mistake the half formed concepts of an earlier stage of growth, for final truths. 

“The Great Work directs itself always toward the building of the Temple of Adonai, and at 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, if you would “rule the world” lest you usurp the rights of Adonai ! 

Note: The World, Key 21 on the centre root path, Malkuth Yesod (Kingdom and Foundation) in the left-hand picture.  This is the “GVPh” or word of embodiment (see paragraph on GVPh further down).  The whole Tree is the Temple.  To view as gallery with notes, click on image. For further notes on the Tree and Kabbalah, search Tree of Life in my primary blog, http://janeadamsart.wordpress.com

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Transcript continues:

“His and His alone is the Temple (of the living body) …  Not thine, but Mine is the work … for truly Kether (the Ineffable) is in Malkuth (the earth and physicality), and in Kether I dwell as One without a second …  Mine is your body, you who seek to find me – mine alone.  Mine is the power in all that comes into manifestation through the thought, the word or action of any of My instruments.  Never shall they who remain deluded by the illusion of separateness, become clear channels for the irresistible out-pouring of My power, until all follies of ‘mine’ and ‘thine’ are cleared out …

“Do you comprehend?  You aspire to the highest.  Take heed lest you surrender to the world’s illusion through seeing the Light through the coloured lenses of your personal prejudices and personal emotional needs.

“Refusal to act is like keeping shut the gate which releases a stream of water into a pipe leading to a turbine.  To be sure, no water is wasted so long as the gate stays shut, but neither is power generated.  Of what use are fine ideals about serving mankind, if one refuses to become a channel for broadcasting the power? 

“The whole world suffers in inexpressible agony, yet some who might do much to heal these festering wounds, remain aloof, wrapped in the garments of their own self righteousness.  Yet but for One whom all the world condemned, you would not be sitting here.  “Except your righteousness be greater than the righteousness of the scribes and pharisees,” said the Master, “you shall in no wise enter into the Kingdom.”  Think well on these things.

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GVPh

Speaking of the letters G,V,Ph (a Hebrew word for ‘the body’ – read the letters from right to left) … “What is this GVPh which has its seat in Malkuth?  Consider its three tokens (letters).  First comes letter Gimel which links Kether to Tifareth. This is the sign of the Uniting Intelligence;  from this you learn that the body conjoins a man to the Highest. 

“Second comes letter Vav.  This is the token of the Eternal Intelligence uniting  AB with BEN – the Father with the Son.”

Father, Son, Hermes - an illustration from the Book of Lambspring.  "The Son ever remains in the Father and the Father in the Son.  Thus in divers things they produce untold, precious fruit.  They perish never more, and laugh at death ... Upon one throne by the grace of God they sit, and the face of the Ancient Master is straightway seen between them.  He wears a crimson robe."

Father, Son, Hermes – an illustration from the Book of Lambspring. “The Son ever remains in the Father and the Father in the Son. Thus in divers things they produce untold, precious fruit. They perish never more, and laugh at death … Upon one throne by the grace of God they sit, and the face of the Ancient Master is straightway seen between them. He wears a crimson robe.”

(By this, he refers to Vav – which joins together – as it is the sixth letter of alephbeis, and the first syllable of TVPhRTh/Tifareth.)

“From this token, know that your body is the link between the true Self in Tifareth, and the universal Life and Wisdom of Hokhmah.   Now the third token – Ph -is the letter which signifies the mouth of man, and is also the Active Intelligence which unites Netzach with Hod. 

Three Tarot Keys, signifying (from right to left, as with Hebrew script) , Reflectivity, Inner Hearing and Speech.

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Transcript continues:

“So this, your body, is the instrument whereon may be played the Song of Life.  Nay, it is more than this;  for on this harp of ten thousand strings, the wind of the Spirit moves ever, and sounds night and day, the harmonies of that Eternal Song. 

“Yet few there be, with ears to hear.  For that hearing is too often dulled by the noisy clamour of the world’s illusion.  Yet he who has eyes to see, and mind to remember, may see in the very word GVPh, that the heart of its meaning is to do with Hearing. (The Hebrew hieroglyph V is related to the sense of hearing.)

What else is the letter V but the heart of this word?  …  How few there are, who listen for the still, small music of the Eternal Song! … “

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This transcript is from a direct communication to Paul and Harriet Foster Case and Anne Davies in 1947.  It is summarised in the Meditation on Malkuth in The Book of Tokens, which you can buy in bookshops, or from the Builders of the Adytum (bota.org)   A correspondence course of Lessons covering Kabbalah, Tarot, Alchemy, Colour & Sound, and every factor of this teaching, is available from the Builders of the Adytum.

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The Master appears an individual, but he is an inner plane consciousness and has no separate sense of “me”.   He is intimately transpersonal.   He moves as easily through neighbouring densities of manifestation, as from field to field with the clouds, and back and forth through apparent death or disappearance.    Wherever the third-eye focus is confected, here he stands.  He – traditionally a Magyar aristocrat – was behind the veil of the “strong Child” in the American Declaration of Independence.   He was a Freemason, a Rosicrucean and Alchemist;  he led the secret Schools in France and Germany;  he seemed to have unlimited wealth, and all the courts in 18th century Europe welcomed him.  He attempted by diplomacy to “defuse” the coming French Revolution, but had to flee to London.  He spoke of the real Revolution, which is evolutionary in the soul.  Isabel Oakley’s  carefully researched biography of him is called The Comte de Saint Germain – the Secret of Kings.

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Franz Liszt, a few decades into the 19th century, wrote of Le Comte to the Grand Duke Carl Alexander of Eisenach:

“An extreme ease of manner with the most highly placed personages gained him the privilege of saying anything with impunity.  Kings’ fools had this privilege in days of yore, and I take pleasure in thinking that it is not their fault if it didn’t make the kings wiser.  While affecting a profound contempt for riches, Saint-Germain enjoyed displaying a prodigious quantity of precious stones and diamonds, and boasted that he had learnt the art of cutting diamonds well, on one of his first voyages to the Indies. 

“… Apart from his chemical knowledge and alchemical illuminism, Saint-Germain played the violin admirably – so well, that people thought they could hear an entire orchestra under his bow – and possessed in addition the talent of writing equally well with right and left hand, which I envy him doubly, for my handwriting being horrible and almost illegible, it greatly displeases me. 

“By means of his elixir of long life, he claimed he had already lived for 350 years.  The same liquor also had the property of turning a woman of 70 into a perfect resemblance of a girl of 17 – and further, made anyone quite simply immortal.  This idea was carried on moreover, without elixir, in Condorcet’s remarkable book ‘Des Progres de l’Esprit Humaine’. 

“Frederick the Great asked M.de Voltaire for a few details about the Comte de Saint-Germain.  “He is a man who doesn’t die, and knows everything,” replied Voltaire.  He did die, however, in 1784 – or 1785 – as a close friend of the Prince of Hesse-Cassel.  This intimacy would explain in rather a singular manner why the present Elector of Hesse governs in the manner of 350 years ago;  a method which has succeeded extremely well for him thus far, as it has with others who haven’t even the merit of his obstinacy. 

But the pitcher goes so often to the well that in the end … it fills itself – says Figaro. Be so kind Monsignueur, to excuse my want of greater erudition …”

Your very grateful servant … 

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Le Comte Saint-Germain is synonymous with “Master Rakoczy” of Hungary.  My pragmatic contact with Le Comte and his thought, is through studying Alchemy.   That is what makes it real.  In 2002, I was given a copy of some of the Master’s lessons on the Great Work of Alchemy, which illumined and earthed all that I had previously read.   I worked through them for about a year. Some months into the journey,  I consulted a psychic, who emailed to me:  “Master ‘R’ just peeked in through the etheric Levels to say that he is the overviewing Presence in your Soul’s Life.  Adieu.”

For verification, I asked Le Comte, could he please arrange to have himself mentioned in that day’s Kabbalah meeting.   Half-way through the discussion – whose theme that day happened to be the inner-plane Maggidim or teachers – another student raised his hand and narrated – out of the blue – the story of Paul Foster Case’s encounter in New York with Master R.

In the Toledo Kabbalah-society tradition, Master R was lucky if he got a mention once in a year or two.  Later on, I discussed this with Halevi, on the understanding that our guides and preceptors ring the changes, as life brings fresh challenges.   Halevi said “he’ll be your Head of Department then.  The general ‘staff’ assigned to individuals and situations, they come and go, under him.”

The question arose, because Master R is not a shepherd of individuals, but of civilization.  Why would he connect to me?   The answer is transpersonal – it is the level of love – the level of awareness on Jacobs’ Ladder.   My concentration on alchemy and the transcripts, was a lens through which he looked and I could see.   I learned an essential thing.  Contact with a Master – a Maggid – is a two way process:  the chosen dialogue, kept in focus, and always fresh.

He is not my “teacher” in the personal sense.  But when I really put my mind to it, over a period of time, I can “tune up” to his wavelength, which covers many domains.  My ear is to the ground in a special way.  Language flows, and I learn about the way things work.  He doesn’t “advise” me, and when he guides, it is in a minimal, unobtrusive way which rhymes unmistakably with my inner world, yet comes from beyond.

During that period, I learned through drawing their portraits, the nature of the inner plane Maggidim, and of transmission;   I clarified for ever, a distinction between mediumship and mediating.   The former is a monologue, the latter is a conversation.

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One of my deep treasures received, is AKASHA TEJAS.   The Akasha Tattva, linked to Saturn and the root chakra, is an indigo oval.   The Tejas Tattva, linked to Mars and the navel chakra, is a scarlet triangle.   Combined, they are an esoteric Key to the interior Gold – the heart centre chakra.   Astrology aspects during the spring of 2003, illumined this combination, as a teaching.

Years later, this feature became embodied in, and sustains, my close friendship with an Aries  –  jewel of Saturn and Mars rulership:  Capricorn with Aries.  It all takes time.

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bota key 7 The Chariot

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In conventional astrology, Saturn and Mars are malefics – they resist each other.  The Mars tempo is quick:  Saturn moves in wider cycles.  It is like trying to do a gear-change.  But in Kabbalah, on the Tree, the struggle was co-operative.  Saturn and Mars form the left-pillar Binah-Gevurah path of Influence, whose Tarot Key is 7, The Chariot.   Scratch below the surface of any enduring pair of lovers or conscious siblings;  there is probably a jewel of this kind.

The Akasha Tejas Tattva is a jewel the Master took out of his pocket and polished for me.    In the abundance of life’s pearls, I mostly forget to visualise, or to polish this one so it shines.   “Polish the mundane.”

This suggests:  let it not be routine, but let it recreate the affection.

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Here are a few teachings in my inner ear, as they came it seems, from the Master:

27 May 2003

“Do the rose cross or whatever else, when love comes.  With love.  That is the breakthrough from mercury into venus on the path of mars.

“Yes, very slowly and with love, hearing the music note deep within, and smelling the rose with the sea breathing.  Simple, and one thing at a time.  The meaning and flowering of the Rose Cross Ritual, and of all ritual gesture, is when ‘you’ are not doing it.  Then as you find, that fascination or pondering, kindles the golden circles.  Magic is made not with what is known, but with what you can’t quite grasp, and you wonder at.  This draws your mercury up the rod into the place of meeting.  So the Rose Cross SHIN and the golden encirclings have power, like a left-hand drawing.  We said:   no one is skilled, who begins magic.”

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1 November 2003

Early this morning in bed, I asked “what is the Third Eye?”  and this reply came:

“The third eye is the I of the Subtle body encircling Earth as it opens.”

A sort of violet blue clarity was in this picture as I wrote down the fading message.  Where is my third eye?  Answer as above.  The subtle-body, like the etheric sheath, is a standwave, rather than a timespace process.  It registers relative “eternals”.   It is the blueprint to which all the variety bears passing form.  Earth’s etheric field is the lunar orbit.  This itself – moon’s silver circling around turquoise earthpupil – looks like a eye.

How do I find and use my third eye?  Ah!  it is in Perseus myths.  The three grey sisters passed the one eye among them;  and yet they could not see, because they argued.  It is somehow clear that it exists, since Serapis kissed it there, in a way more reliable than before.  Practise using it.

My crowded, operatic mind, fond of its noughts and crosses and sores, puts up a great resistance to “re-membering” and “practising”.  But if I say “this third eye is Open” indeed it is;  and if it encircles planet Earth, its capacity has the collective “I”.

Where to focus it?  (Put your attention on the invisible, beloved!)  inward, within the brow, where the Stone of gold-producing Light is confected, where the pineal pine cone, opens woody petals spiral wise.  Only see these simple things, and my Third Eye is seeing.

You know you can’t see the eye, or I, you see through!  The same it is with the Third.  It is not a mark, or an organ.  It is a Way.  It encircles the earth transpersonally, like the bright veil she draws around her lands and seas.  The arising of the Love current is Her opening, likewise.  It flows up through the spine and opens the brow.  I am a pyramid with the eye in its apex,  the symbol of freemasonry.  The pyramid is a little lens, gathering to it all the matter of earth, and shining back:  Eye-dentity.

Your attention on the invisible is displaced from the visible obstruction or belief;  from “my-story”. Your attention on the Great Mystery is not upon “my-story”.

That is what is meant by “the IN-visible”;  and by silence.

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27 June 2003

Oh yes:  here’s yesterday’s Big Thought, which I jotted in my notebook:   The violet mantled King in Basil Valentine’s story, meant:

“If I have ears to hear,
Hear Thee
like the Stars brought close to the eyes
oak Tree.”

In other words, the teachings of the Magid, although as far beyond the spacetime context of my person as the stars in the night sky, are brought inward as the stars to shine in my own eyes and being.

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And here is Master R’s published sonnet:

Curieux scrutateur de la Nature entiere,
j’ai connu du grand tout le principe et la fin.
J’ai vu l’or en puissance au fond de sa riviere,
j’ai saisi sa matiere et surpris son levain.

J’expliquai par quelle art l’ame aux flancs d’une mere
fait sa maison, l’emporte, et comment un pepin
mis contre un grain de ble, sous l’humide poussiere;
l’un plante et l’autre cep, sont le pain et le vin.

Rien n’etait, Dieu voulant, rien devint quelque chose,
j’en doutais, je cherchai sur quoi l’Univers pose.
Rien gardait l’equilibre et servait de soutien.

Enfin avec le poids de l’eloge et du blame,
je pesai l’eternel;  il appela mon ame:
je mourrai, j’adorai, je ne savais plus rien.

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The jewel is here:   the gold in the flowing river:  the soul at the  mother’s flank;  the yeast, the grain and the grape;  the bread and wine.

I would appreciate an English translation of this poem, from a French-speaking reader – any offers?  Very broadly my understanding of it goes:

 ”Examining nature, I learned her fundamental principle.  I saw in her river’s flowing depth the gold, and seized its potency.  I understood how the soul in the mother’s womb rises like yeast, and carries the lodging onward (through the generations);  and how a tiny grape seed and a grain of wheat when placed together in moist earth – the one a plant, the other a pip – ferment to bread and wine.  

“Without God’s will and wisdom, nothing grows.  I searched in vain:  I found no ‘thing’ to equilibrate or uphold the Universe. 

Sacred India Tarot - VARUNA - Version 2

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“Finally, in the balance of applause and censure, I weighed Eternity:  it called my Spirit.  I died to the world. I adore.  I knew nothing more.”

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With embryo in womb,
yeast and grain in the vine,
the Eternal alone calls the Soul;
the world knows nothing.

(The door is TAV, and in it flowers the Rose.  Saturn is the root and door by which we give birth, parturition of the seed itself, all in one.  As the Soul makes house “aux flancs d’une mere”, so in damp dark soil does pip to a grain grow bread in the vineyard.  Saturn is the root, and Venus in the throat chakra is its calyx or flowering point.)

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Oakley book cover image of le Comte - from a contemporary engraving

Oakley book cover image of le Comte – from a contemporary engraving

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In the ten years or so since these writings, a lot of water flowed under the bridge !  I had so much to learn, to practice and to clarify in life.  There were difficult tests yet to come, with deep issues to heal and let go.   It took me far away from the initial contact with the Master.

Life is “initiation” – a curve of the years.  The landscape was challenging, and I got distracted and made mistakes.  It is all valuable.   My objective in these two or three posts about Master R, is to take up some slack, and by doing so, re-invite his presence and teaching in my work:  a discovery.

Master R/Saint-Germain means different things to different societies and souls, according to projection.  In Part 2, I shall tell how my particular contact came about.

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When Reflecting on The Lovers …

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Arcanum 6 lovers, version 1

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What shall I write?  I am a frameless window.   It is subtle.   I don’t like to build anything too literally.   If I do, the form goes hard and stale – the Sanctuary a metallic harp.  Suggestive, fluid, evocative, is the movement of the Inner Sense – the Divine detector.

I feel today what rises from earth and descends from heaven – the place of meeting, the triads.  Now  I feel I am inside the Lovers’ key, in the faint but sweet clean presence of Rafael, mercurial.   Every part of the wide green landscape is alive with tetrahedral volumes, points and distances.   It has a lovely music, somewhere.   Intone Orange, flood orange, the colour of pure Solar energy – D-Natural – as it translates to Hod:  Gemini:  Mercury …

and we move into Gemini today, as it happens!

Arcanum 6, Version 2

Arcanum 6, Version 2

BOTA Key 6

BOTA Key 6

Behind them are the pillars of the Tree of Life.  Behind Eve is the Tree of Fruit, snake entwined.   Behind Adam, is the Tree showing 12 flames.  The stem is dark – Kundalini.  But Eve’s stem is woody, Earth.  Through Adam, Kundalini rises – a burning bush.  Through Eve, she encircles and descends, as fruit falls.  The clouds are at the authentic level of our limited everyday vision, but behind them the Archangel spreading wings and arms, is vast, with purple robe and golden aura.   It is a wonderful thing for Eve and Adam to be in the landscape with the trees and Binah’s Mountain, and the Presence above, within and transcending it.  The Lovers are uplifted and in magic, with their intuitive vision.

The Hierophant – the Inner Hearing – preceded this Key.

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Arcanum 5 Hierophant

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Adam perceives Kundalini as a burning power;  but through Eve, the Kundalini gives Life.  She is soft and restful.  She is crowned with rosy apples.   I feel the upliftedness and groundedness of this beautiful Key, and the discernment of its hebrew letter, ZAIN the Sword.   The point of the Sword is sharp in the sweet air, as it is in sexual desire.  The potential of the sexual mystery is to determine precisely what soul type is being conceived – its components, history and synchrony.   Parents who really know, invite a child to birth through them, not randomly:  their lovemaking builds a Temple and is detailed.  The type conforms to their invitation, as formed in the dawn of time, and will express along with its individual essence, their combination essentially.

Most souls are conceived blindly, as we proceed through destiny’s tunnel of life.

The same applies to creative thought.   So let us form a vessel, to catch the dew of Heaven.

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A diagram of Plato's cave.  Where we habitually live, we watch the shadows on the wall cast by the fire behind us.  Where the Light comes and finds us, is a little passage leading to the Day.  As an old prehistoric cave painter, I relate viscerally to this image!

I don’t know where I found this old diagram of Plato’s cave. Where we habitually live, we sit and watch the shadows on the wall cast by the Karmic fire behind us, as figures and lifetimes flicker along the roadway … from whence to where? We do not even truly notice each other very much.  Where the Light comes and finds us, is a little passage leading out and upward to the Day, to the Sun. As an old prehistoric cave painter, I relate viscerally to this symbolic image!

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With the inner Sightedness, my tunnel of life opens, Plato’s cave opens, I turn … the light comes in, I walk up along it, there is beauty without restraint, out into the open.   Just keep holding and growing this thread.  From it rises the prayer: thanksgiving.  The Light is that in which all understanding is held, everywhere.  When we rise into the Light, we are with all our Companions.  We illumine each other, and  our local dark tunnels.  Our tunnels are the network of nitrous roots and rhizomes through the ground, our tiny interlinking strands throughout the planet’s surface.   Gaia!

The body of Light is a Lens.

The Lovers’ Key is a living entity.  This entity is named “the Disposing and Reciprocal Intelligence”.  The Disposing Intelligence contains in a relationship the Third factor – the big landscape around Saturn’s salt mountain with Rafael above the clouds.  Eve and Adam are the spacious interaction, man to drink, woman to well.

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Adam & Eve after Lucas Cranach

Adam & Eve after Lucas Cranach

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Liszt’s Litanies de Marie contain a lovely tune of God.   Deeply creative artists and musicians are in their body of Light whenever they compose.

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Work of a Kabbalist - by Halevi. "This wall hanging shows the Kabbalist below on earth, with the mineral, vegetable and animal kingdoms, and the works of man. Above is the moon, sun and solar system/Tree of Life within the dome of the stars.  Over this hovers the Angelic world with Great Michael presiding... beyond this are the Archangels with Metatron the transfigured Enoch at the juncture point between the World of the Spirit and the Divine Realm represented by the Holy Name YHVH.

Work of a Kabbalist – by Halevi. “This wall hanging shows the Kabbalist below on earth, with the mineral, vegetable and animal kingdoms, and the works of man. Above is the moon, sun and solar system/Tree of Life within the dome of the stars. Over this hovers the Angelic world with Great Michael presiding… beyond this are the Archangels with Metatron the transfigured Enoch at the juncture point between the World of the Spirit and the Divine Realm represented by the Holy Name YHVH.” Copyright (c) Kabbalahsociety.org

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Here’s something also – a dream I had many years ago, I found it today:  “I am getting off the ground.  There are witnesses.  I lift my arms in Y-shape as in morning invocation, and it takes me up, and there is some clumsy droopy swimming practice and it is very wonderful …  A strong force of gravity is projected above, to flow into.  Flow into an energised vacuum.  The tips of my hands emanate a subtle extension beyond themselves:  the denser atoms follow through into that extension, and occupy it as refinement.  The whole body does this and leaves the ground.  Swim.  Osmosis.   It tingled afterwards, in hands and feet.   I found I was lying in bed with hands over stomach.

“A lot of teaching accompanied this simple technique, but sank into the sand.  I found it also when practicing the Cesar Franck.  Certain kinds of concentration change the body weight and composition.  This is the way of motion, or travel.  The Kabbalistic Invocation has a power and vibration in the Sefiroth and Names of God – a living Tree to receive the light…    It is not a theory.”

The Roses of St Elisabeth:  the Litanies de Marie.   They answer one another.

The Star of Consciousness is alert and peaceful – it is all that is needed.

triangle, HEH

I just realised, while re-reading this that my Fourth Dimension refers to the Cesar Franck sonata as if I am still practicing it, when these days I am not practicing any music at all, and rarely even listen to any.  In this dimension, my Cesar Franck yoga is “now”, not 26 years ago – it is all in the same moment, the whole apple;  there is no need to ‘keep on doing it’.   The lessons learned, remain alive.  The inner exercise remains alive.

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Fred and Jane tackle Cesar Franck violin sonata - 1987

Fred and Jane tackle Cesar Franck violin sonata – 1987

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What I TRULY AM has everything com-presently, a great living sphere.   This is how the higher Companions perceive me – without the long hedge-bound toil of my manifestation in time and space.   They see the points, the chapters of intensity.  They thread these together:  the vessel.   The Lens as a whole.  The Star.

“All the great teachings hand the same material from one to another, back and forth, heart centre to ajna centre and back, over the decades, to develop the Mysteries.   Patience.”

Thus I combine Advaita not-this, not-this, and Alchemy this … their alternation.   The miner’s lamp.

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GALLERY – (to view full size, click on any image): I did not yet complete my Hermetic Tarot deck, beyond the Major Arcana.  This is as far as I got with the Suit of Pentacles – Earth, back in 1993.  These four figures – a Tetragrammaton – combine Kabbalah with eastern Yoga/Advaita Vedanta. The Omkara is prana and the hand gestures with it are mudras: Y,H,V,H. And so it moves through the heart, plexus, sacral and throat Chakras.   As the hands open and release it like a bird, it speaks.

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It does not matter what the essence is – whether a town in Spain/its inhabitants, or a room of the Work in a London council flat.   The essence generates focus, which is what the Companions of the Light seek and detect and fan into brilliance with their sweet airs.   But the essence is found by travelling it – travail and listening.  Give a period each day, to hearing …  the sweetest paths of your almond tree.

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There is a subtle shift beyond which there is no effort in contemplation.    That is when the body of Light is travelling.   Follow the sweetest path of your interior star, forsaking stress and narrative.   The Beloved.

There is a pictorial sequence without words, of a wounded Raven Knight being raised, and the Grail of four trees.   This is because some bird-like intuitions came in, of a watch-tower and its wide encircling landscape, courtyard, secret passage and small town nearby.

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Rosicrucean emblem 7:  a lily in a pot, in a field

Rosicrucean emblem 7: a lily planted in a pot, in a meadow

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alchemy - the story of the Eagle and the little Crow

alchemy – the story of the Eagle and the little Crow

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Inside the tower - the Eagle book in Daat

Inside the tower – the Eagle book in Daat

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Angel raising a captive Knight from a deep well

Angel raising a captive Knight from a deep well

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Freeing a Captive Knight

Freeing a Captive Knight

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Peacock

Peacock

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The Raven Knight

The Raven Knight

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The Grail, the Table Round, Dove and Companions of the Light

The Grail, the Table Round, Dove and Companions of the Light

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Insignia on Chariot, Arcanum 7

Insignia on Chariot, Arcanum 7

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Sun steed

Sun steed

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Grail trees sanctuary

Grail trees sanctuary

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4our trees - Yod, Heh, Vav, Heh

4our trees – Yod, Heh, Vav, Heh

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World kundalini shakti

World kundalini shakti

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Be well, my friend!  Go well.

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And one more thing.  I felt like closing today’s journey with a quote:  so I got out Aexander Roob’s book of Alchemy & Mysticism.  This is the page which fell open:

Ourobouros flower - from Alexander Roob's Alchemy & Mysticism

Ourobouros flower – from Alexander Roob’s Alchemy & Mysticism

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New Sciences: 17th Century Dawn of Aquarius

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

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.

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Johannes Kepler with planet platonic intervals - 1992

Johannes Kepler with planet platonic intervals – 1992

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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

Lunation Cycle 1991

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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.

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Spirals, lifetimes, Jacobs Ladder 1992

Spirals, lifetimes, Jacobs Ladder 1992

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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.

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Binah 1990

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 ...

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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.

Keplerpage 6  hourglass

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Keplerpage 7 broom

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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

grace, 1956

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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 planetary Chalice

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Kepler's Platonic solids on the Tree of Life

Kepler’s Platonic solids on the Tree of Life

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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

Three Graces, after botticelli 1957

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Move to the other side of the Hermit’s Face

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The Hermit:  key nine of hermetic Tarot

The Hermit: key nine of my hermetic Tarot

This morning has a deep gentle calm on the open sea.

The other day it occurred to me, to step round the Hermit’s Ba bird, and gaze up into his face, his dark eyes, his lamp with the Seal of Solomon.  This is the light of stars, and also the inner light of man.

It is as any other face, a little wider than expected but … to face him thus, seems to cross the bridge between brains right and left – the walnut.   The Hermit is consciousness, and I approaching from his left, am subconscious.  As I step round to look up into his face, I align with his intuitive side.  There is a taste of bread and honey.

I stepped round his Ba and his staff into the cave which he is:  his own in-turned, heartward contemplation.  I look at that.

It is like glimpsing the Furnace of the Universe.  The galactic wheels, cauldrons, stars and fires throughout the Universe, turn.   Within my spine I slowly turn, like the neck of a swan:  axis mundi.

“Daily practice of the thought that the personal life is directly guided by a higher intelligence, daily remembrance of the truth that nobody can do anything of himself, daily endeavour to approach all conditions and circumstances from this point of view – these are the fundamentals of the training which makes us true possessors of the power of the Hermit’s path of wisdom” …  and its contentment.

Paul Foster Case

Human life evolves by the play of contrasts.

Goddess with swan - A childhood drawing, circa 1956 - probably copied from Leonardo

Goddess with swan – A childhood drawing, circa 1956 – probably copied from Leonardo

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“From intellectual recognition of the true nature of the central Self, to perfect identification with the cosmic memory … the cosmic process is meditation – the meditation of Kaivalya, ALONE”

Paul Foster Case

Sacred India Tarot 6 disks, buddha's enlightenment copy

The Life Power that All is One …  is alone.  I feel this flow through my veins, as well as the resistant personal stuff.   Where would flow be, without the dark bits to move along? … wave and particle.  In my picture of the Buddha’s enlightenment, that wave flows across it, with its bits of grit and song.   We feel its direction through us like the Dust in His Dark Materials.  We feel the soft seamless glide, guide and shift whenever we slow down and hear.   Whereabouts do I select to identify?  Or is it by blind habit?  The dial is given me to tune and turn.

Nowadays circles with dots in the middle have gone out of fashion, and it is by digital finger-tap up or down – little columns – that we adjust the wavelength.   Use whatever illustrates the principle best.   The dial is satisfying, employing the ancient delicate skill of thumb and forefinger.   Digi-technology begins to atrophy this.   Finger is gone – it is all thumb, like a growing ape, with much wider guidelines, a kindergarten primer.  Even the wheel is going slow – with more people sitting at home to travel and rove.   We have buttons on our brows.   We browse.

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The Perfect Law has Beauty for its foundation.  Eliphas Levi:  “black magic is organized madness.”  True magic is in the Will – an intense, expectant receptivity.

The Hermit Squares the Circle.  This means the divine circle, the sphere of cosmos, submits to its expression on the little ground – four compass directions + up, down, and becomes a map, a terrain.  A Mandala sits in a room, and its opposite numbers breathe together through the open Cup at centre.

A recent group work, with all the participants facing each other.  Each represents a Path, a Sefira, a Zodiac and a holy animal

A recent group work, with all the participants facing each other. Each represents a Path, a Sefira, a Zodiac and a holy animal.  See Mandala – a Demonstrated Democracy

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I know in my own mind, that primitive magic and modern science-theory are bedfellows. The passionate tension to prove or enforce a phenomenon, feels identical.  For instance, in straight psychology, the effort of mind to square a circle literally, is no different from attempting to command the laws of nature.  I used to fiddle around to prove things, and get overwrought;  I no longer try.  A heart seeking honesty arrives openly.

An unobstructed channel manifests the Heavenly Order.

Hamsa Great Swan

Hamsa Great Swan

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

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Deep Rose Tantra

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Imagine a red rose on a timber cross on the ground in the woods.  The interior wood is gold, the sap channels.

Indeed, so are we the sap channels of the Heart of the universe;  antakharana;  chords.  Or harp strings for the wind to sing, like it does through tall trees.

The deep red rose slowly comes more clear, with repetition and practice.  Cradle it in hand, smell the petals, feel them touch my nose.  So a rose is a nose: the touch of scent, the strange essence that is released from the truly feminine.

In terms of simple vanity, this is a token I intend to cultivate.  My grandmother had it.  It “bends the antennae towards it” wondering what this far off tantalizing thing is … a mere trace from a pot of rouge.  Every woman who aspires to Priestess knows to cultivate her female mystery, an aloof invitation, a listening oracle, a dignity and softness.   (Dion Fortune/Moon Magic)

So start.  Here’s the ladder.  First rung.  Age and experience helps – the knocked off corners of egoity, the rounded egg.

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Contemplating the rose cross is not just looking at it.  It is discovering all the ways to BE IT, including the subtle fulfilment of my sexuality, whether partnered or not … the essence, the consciousness.  It opens the rose in the garden of  my house of life.   When as an older woman the sexuality becomes distilled, she requires rather less of the bump and grind.  My drawing of Zofira has this.   The Mona Lisa and Botticelli’s Aphrodite have it.  Recollect the pre-orgasmic bliss which is before the feeling awakes:  ah, so.

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Zofira

A woman’s private rose faces downward, faces the ground.  Now life and a walk in the fields, the earth and the woods, or by the sea, could ‘contour’ these flavours.

It isn’t easy … to cultivate my fragrant Priestess while labouring on with my caveperson artistic and communicative projects – they take priority and use up all my intentions.   But have a go.

Vedic Saturn/Sani

The rose is love.  When my downward facing rose is open and aware in this subtle way, this is love, the life of love. And in it play the shapes I have drawn so much, the ovals, the ripples, the crisscross waves around Saturn Sani, and… the figure of eight pelvic-floor muscle.  And a sense of immersion in the seamless Reality of these things.  It is objective, intimate, and quite other than the separatist way we humans interpret ourselves.

It is yet another expression of the hourglass, the Cross.

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Female bliss does not necessarily seek strong sensations.  She precedes them.  It is where the opening begins.  It is the Priestess before and after the Empress.

It is the star spangled gown of Isis.  It is in the moon and the tides.  Tuning into the secret scent, ensures that it occurs elsewhere too.  We merely link.

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Tifareth Rose star

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When the womanhood is awake, the subconscious memory-banks are in order, and supply whatever data the situation needs.  Failures of memory are perhaps when we lose touch with our root gender – male, female, or homoerotic combining both –  and are messed up in the thickets of mind’s hardening arteries.

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When the womanhood is awake, she is straight and plain.  My centre of gravity is vibrant:  ballast.  When a person fits in his or her body, it shows.  Each self occupied form of Nature has beauty and rest.

To be a human being – embodied – is to have to work on the form;  to be our own sculptor.  Art begins where nature ceases to act.  The sculptor has a glory in the life of the rock.  Human-ness inherits the Karmic millennia of struggle and confusion and error;  we are given a little life each time to penetrate the fog, clean away the murk and re-view our selves.  The human condition is stress.  The human condition is the work in the material plane to evolve, provided with all its opponents, terrorists and obstacles.   Terrestrial life – our life in and as Earth – is a School of the Soul.

And now be still, the Rose.   Nothing but the breath.  Let the mind relax, the third eye gather, the Rose develop more strength in detail, the circling petals, the glow of pink and red, the bindhu dew at centre, the golden cardinal rays, the cube of space unenclosed.

This focus is what I wish to use, co-opting with Yggdrasil and the workers of the Light.  The strength immediately happens when I go to third eye.  It is by third eye to third eye that we link, through the Will to Good.

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I also use the Magician at the Yesod violet-crystal portal, the Foundation of the Tree.  The Magician Key 1 halts the progress with “Who am I?”   No intruder can ask this and mean it.  Anyway, I sense a tetrahedral cathedra. 

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Solomon’s Cube

The business is to let a hidden treasure be Known, and to refrain from interpreting.  History is rewritten each moment, each breath:  the capacity to participate in the rewriting is a homeopathically tiny quantum in most of us;  the way the mind still is;  the practice of the present.

This is why to interpret events fascinates, it pulls and stimulates the intellectual power, but it seems to go a bit astray.  It forgets the real Cube, the heart’s treasure within the movie of the mind.

The Cube’s essence is Self-enquiry:  to dissolve a tendency back into the root awareness.  In the awareness, in-formation grows like the rose. So awareness is the Cross, the Cube outspread.  The Greater Mystery is the Rose.  The Rose is our desire nature:  the Cosmos is desire, gravity, the harmony, the All moving together, the intent, on a galactic and atomic scale.

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Labyrinth

Human beings are as clever as monkeys, we pick up truth, and then lose it in our mares’ nest activity.  We humans lose truth as soon as we interpret or “organise” it.

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The truth combines Sri Chakra bindhu point, with the Rose.

“I am a hidden treasure, and I desire to be known.”

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

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The Fountain, the Eye and the Woods

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“Aquariel” is a companion to my other blog, Janeadamsart.  Sometimes I feel the need to write a little differently, perhaps more privately, or more opinionated.  Perhaps Aquariel will serve as a kind of commentary, at a slower tempo.  We shall see.

“Janeadamsart” is a journal, bridging east and western wisdom.  Aquariel is the same journal, walking with the Rose and the elements.

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4 November 2012:

Happy 100th birthday, Elisabeth.   Scorpionic thoughts!  Life below ground, and in the well, where the still waters run deep, the seed beginning its journey through the winter YIN. Above, is a painting of Domenico in 1969, also a Scorpio – his birthday on the 6th.

How heavy it rains, pushing all the leaves down onto the ground in a wild golden russet litter.  I went for a walk yesterday afternoon – around Radlett in Hertfordshire, completing the circle in the dark.  It is only a short train journey from where I live.  Discovered I was strangely serene and at peace with the predictions and speculations about Britain’s trees, an imported European fungus which kills ash and other woods.  The reason – they say –  is that Britons have such a passion for planting trees and new woodlands everywhere, they import seed from abroad, and it is not quarantined.  It is the usual story, of mass mixtures of terrain and travel, weakening the native stock;  and so we have an immune-system breach at many levels.

No wonder in the 1930s there was a craze for eugenics, and the Nazi ethnic cleansing panic.  It was in the shadow of things to come:  the apprehension.  The Nazis thought they were a threatened Master Race and began felling outright all the “diseased wood”.   That is an analogy to stop to think about.  I as each of us individually, have this cell-capacity to get it wrong.

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But on my walk, I didn’t feel the Devas of the trees are “upset”. Instead, they seem to tell me this:

It is more in the light of change, decay and growth passing through Nature, which remains constant.  Humans are locked in tiny projectile dreams of dismay.  In Nature the essence rises and falls and renews as the breath.  Is a tree angry when the wind blows her down or a beetle eats her bark?  Who knows!  The trees are a collective, they are not of the testy persuasion of individuals. 

We lost the elms.  We are always “losing” something which reached its span, and the loss merges into the new upsurging growth.   Many may come to stand dying, yet grey and delicate in the forest.  Not every tree is afflicted.  Some are strong, and resist the bugs.

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Reportage limits an issue to the local roadster view.  For instance, the high speed to Birmingham railway, highly undesirable as it is, will NOT actually ravage the entire Chiltern hills area. But politics and local protest must multiply the slogan, to make the point.  When I am out in wood and field and sky, chequered with farms and dormitories, there is but little sign of human pollutant.  It is an environment temporarily fragile, but actually indifferent to, and far transcending any of our ideas or railway lines. (I suffer from those, as a “nature lover”.) Note also:  the mindset which needs Nature in whatever emotional spectrum, as ENTERTAINMENT – a backcloth for us humans to enjoy, and act out our stuff.

And note another mindset which seems to occupy me now … which in some strange way co-creates with, and comprehends the natural process and its stems and stamens, and … sees right through the affliction.

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In the common Euro-culture paradox, what we see and speculate about the trees has its political analogy.  Environment, politics, health, sexually transmitted disease, the depletions caused by zig zag travel and airports, imported foodstuffs, mental internet viruses, terrorist cells and legislation … all are this.  They are the fragile cohesion of what I take for granted – I take for granted for instance, the skill of the linked keyboard I use.  I would feel unhoused without it.

All this is yet a symptom of the Age of Aquarius getting into its stride;  thousands of years ago they predicted that in the Age of Aquarius, human consciousness would take to the air and buzz around distractedly.

It is a thought, that Nature is less willing to be a sentimental playmate with the humans and their drama, and withdraws some of Her beauty and eco-systems at this time.  Her immunity is in recession.  Although more of us now renew and respect Her mysteries, we have to take the consequence of centuries of exploitation.

I accept this in the greater cyclic pattern.  It is profoundly seasonal with the tides.  It also reveals us to ourselves, consequentially.  We are still Yetziratic beings;  we live more comfortably in the mind, and in our mental trauma; we have not learned fully enough to live in our bodies, and respect the ground, our Mother.  We do not yet, really walk.

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courtship with knowledge

courtship with knowledge

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Consciousness seems insistent on one thing:  to be experienced completely.  Our worldview and its narrow frames are prompted from a psychology which is incomplete.  The growth cycle of human conscience, though speeded up a bit with global warming and “the Photon belt”,  is very very slow.  Con-science is the union of two words:  With and Knowledge.

Perhaps because of writing and picturing a lot about trees in my other blog, and the aftermath of the American storm, the trees and fields were exceptionally alive and beautiful yesterday. My spirit praised and danced with them, and the soggy soft earth of the paths awoke my feet.

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I discovered – re-membered – that the Cross for the Rose is a “latin cross” opened out, which folds up into a golden Cube of Space with the Rose inside.  Carry it in and as my heart.  It is a great help, to picture together the Seal of Solomon, tetrahedrons, pentacle as a concerted thought form.

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I have been walking along trying to “draw” the red rose pentacle petals, one set of five on another, trying to see and touch the way the petals softly bend and curl.  Around this is the magic golden box, the Cube of Space. When you open it out, the Rose of Life springs open from the centre.

Isn’t this amazing? the Rose symbolizes Saturn and the Hanging Man – whose Tarot Keys 21 and 12 are in the point where all the axes cross.  Saturn and the Hanging Man both signify the ripening process through frames of time.  If I keep a small gold box, with a rose inside, it soon goes dead and hard,  but if I keep renewing it as a living Thought Form – the sacred geometry of the gold cross and crimson Rose  – in concert with the healing of the human condition and its trees – why!  it is the Regeneration, the scent.

So, that may be partly why the trees  looked so tall and majestic and soaring, and in wonderful converse with each other.

And I love the heavy rain now which keeps me indoors, and strange it is to have the human roof, the shelter of my “Gothic arch”.  I feel particularly thankful for this and for the infrastructure, as so many of our pals across the pond lost theirs, lost their roof, their power-grid-connection, their belongings and their security.

It is likely that each country or culture suffers or will suffer its form of natural cataclysm, whether dramatic or in slow motion.  So grow with it.  Got to accept that everything IS changing – Changing for real, as our human obsession, and its fallout, manifests for us to face.  Replacing for a time the wild, it leaves for a long time, concrete and toxic scars and roads to get grown over.  These we have to see.  They are that aspect of ourselves – the broken slabs, the skin diseases.

The irresistible force grows through our lives and through our curved planetary biosphere, like our hair.   The seer Douglas Harding used to ponder First-Personally the mystery:  “but  God can’t see His own beard growing! – nor know how it does?”

Nature is the unceasing Fountain. We are yet unseparate from the whole process of cosmic adjustment: an acceleration and warm-up in the energy field.  The human agency is but one of many.  It is under inertia-momentum and can only see itself, in the tightening mesh of housing and transporting and industrializing itself – (all of which produce the carbon problem on our conscience):  the environmental blot.

And yet this is a little thing in the Greater Picture.   I cannot help but find this view.  It is the viewpoint of the Companions of the Light.  My personal indoctrination is from among the hedges of the maze – a lifetime’s thumb-print whorl.  I can’t see over them:  I grieve.

He and she see further, from above and from below – a much wider horizon – and they teach my eyes.

… and at night the gold fell away 
for there is no person there ; 
what there is, is carbon free 
pure current, like the air.

Where I am, at the point of Jacobs Ladder with the ground, is PHILOSOPHICAL.  Philosophy has a tendency to open like the Rose … far beyond, above and below the flat oblong screen.   Philosophy gathers vastly her orbital views …  like the sound, keep on sounding, singing, of the rain.

Nature is the unceasing Fountain.

Here is a fascinating resonance.  In the Tarot wisdom, Key 15 the Devil card –  through which we learn most, and whose zodiac is the Goat, Capricorn – is symbolized as the Fountain, the Eye, and concept of Renewal.

The Devil presents a flat, dense effigy of religious dictatorship;  an advertisement of hedonistic bondage and despair.  But when we – like the Builders of L’Art Gothique, in the middle ages – face up to the effigy in our inner life, it dissolves into the Light behind the shadow we believed in.   “Keep practicing.”

The horrible figure is in fact, the irrepressible Fountain of Nature.  It hardens into our inaccurate ideas and tyrannies. The mask, the masque, is in truth the Lovers’ open space and freedom.  15 dissolves to 6.  But we must find this out for ourselves … continually …  before we demand it of others.

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If you look down onto a Fountain (or an Icelandic geyser from above) it has the shape of an eye.  The AYIN Hebrew letter assigned to the Devil/Key 15, means “the eye” – physical sight.  It also means “a fountain”.

Nature is the unceasing Fountain from the seasonal rotation’s core, putting forth new life as ever through the eventful human crust. During war time in human affairs, there is a baby boom. Nature likewise, becomes more active, she fountains her green-stuff as it is cropped;  and the forests grow a little faster. The trees have wider rings.  On my walk I notice everywhere, new plantations of trees, the staked fur of very young woodlands.  Maybe they contain the European spores which harm our native species, but nevertheless the tendency is irrepressibly copied; interwoven.

It is interwoven with the different forms;  the fountain is in parts of the world, an eruption of volcanic fire, lava flow.   Life is delicate, like gravity.  The Fountain can be catastrophic to our habitations.  But life is the inexhaustible capacity for renewal:  to reattach herself to the toes of the Giant.  Little houses, fields, lichen, the psyche… include relationships and the power to become conscious of what we are doing; and the event to heal.

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Still the rain falls, whispering and swishy in the street, as the sky and buildings across the road gleam through tattered golden branches, along dark veins, the moss of life.

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The Finger of God 

Years ago, my oracle bottomed out
into Ramana’s Self enquiry.

Yet I love
the instrument of Kabbalah
having faithfully climbed the Tree,
each Hebrew quaver cherished
in musical discipline;
and in the overlapping dimensions
of Jacob’s Ladder, marvelled.

Source, not sorcery, saw these things.
and inward by the Hermit led,
follows that pointer to the core of being, whose art
the rainbow crock is cooking.

In the Work of Unification,
I the artist in a field, celebrate en sof -
“without end” -
the no thing with its mirage.

My Work of Unification
is pegged out on the clothes line
with the daily wash.

I distil my bright bow
as rain from the sun’s ray melts.

God takes prints of time as a whole -
a unique whorl
of valleys with their ridges looped is
God’s inky finger on my many landscape years
to toil; and yet
already deftly placed!

As I am led daily into this matter
I seek a stout tail ahead
for my trunk to hold.

These things first are teachings,
then they are life.
They take the entire time
for an elephant’s child to grow.

from Poems of Eclipse 1999

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