“From Journal 24 May 2011: A Valley with a Train – (with quotes from Paul Foster Case and the Pattern on the Trestle Board)
AVE: Work on the personality is perennial. Transformation in the knots and edges is slow. Wholeness of truth is assured, and there is no hurry.
At the grade of lesser adept, we integrate Tifareth. A greater adept is at Gevurah, Exempt adept is at Hesed, Master of the Temple at Binah, Magus at Hokhmah, and Ipsissimus at Kether.
In Paul Foster Case’s words, “‘Passing’ from Gevurah to Binah, one makes and keeps an adjustment of consciousness which permits him to receive the full impact of the influx from NShMH, as the influx pours outward and downward from Binah” – a wonderful depiction of the Chariot on this path.
… “One who listens to a radio overcomes the limitations of space and time and becomes virtually present in the room where the programme originates.”
Know the oak – seated where its branches flower – and look up into the Crown.
The sphinxes that draw the chariot represent the light and shadow of the Great Magical Agent. “The field of his mastery is speech, the power attributed to the letter CHETh. This includes all verbal expressions of thought … He uses words as building stones, the vibratory values of various combinations of sounds, and the ideas which correspond to those sounds. By directing the subtle forces of sound, combined with thought, he builds himself a body which resists every hostile force. Filled with understanding of its perfect law, I am guided, moment by moment, along the path of liberation.
“He makes no plans, is never anxious, and has little curiosity concerning the future. He sees the immediate and sometimes the distant future as a present reality.”
Yesterday I walked from Chesham to Kings Langley, along the great Herfordshire Way – one of the noble paths of England. I pick up the Hertfordshire Way after some miles, just east of Flaunden. It was windy and all the way I smiled to hear the deep song in the trees, with the birds; the absence of any city sound or square – the wide spread of fields, woods and green wheat. Another volcano erupted in Iceland – on the day (21st May) the world was predicted yet again to end, by some chap in New York.
The wind in the trees is the subtle force of sound – as stated above. There were many wild roses, and two poppies, and buttercups It was my holiday away from London, but both Mrs Tiggy and D rang me. Mrs Tiggy has had a chat with C, and one of her beloved cats got run over, and lost his tail. D wrote Can I pop over to see him after my walk, please. I began to worry as usual, if he’s upset with something – the Zombies etc.- and was a bit cross that my time out was no longer open ended. I had planned to walk all the way to Brickets Wood station north of Watford; but when I reached Kings Langley after four hours, I was suddenly tired and aching, and the wind turned cold with specks of rain: I would not have enjoyed going further. There stood a station and a fast train to Euston; I was at Alum Way by 7.15 and home by 8.30, so it all worked perfectly.
The interdependence is quite hard to keep steady and in its proper field. I curve to D very readily, and imagine nervous scenarios. Do I allow too much dependency? My duty and my own dependency is quite transfigured with the fresh pleasure of seeing him: though his voice on the phone is often an irritation. He now thanks God for the black wrought-iron spiked gate the Zombies installed, to barricade their front entrance from his and the Sisters’. It sets off his plants and hanging baskets handsomely. The tall green garden gate I made, with its rounded points, retaliates hilariously.
Listening to the sound in the trees – the Hierophant – are the mice and men of small daily plans and how they actually work out. That in itself is beauty. Gevurah in relation to Tifareth, is the string’s fine tuning: the composition of a Master painting – Rafaello’s geometry. Gevurah is the appreciation of beauty. I recognise the manifestation of the undeviating Justice in every circumstance of my life. In all things great and small, I see the Beauty of the divine manifestation. Justice is ultimately “juste” – the tuning of a key, the vital equilibrium of its triple string.
What is beautiful? the fact that at a given point during my long walk, I wore out, and was translated at a right-angle across my path, onto a train and into the next lease of energy – for I lay down to bed quite late, and slept well. Never force my body through the breaking point – not any more.
A trainee receives insights from the “higher garden”, packing them systematically into the lower. The insights are Reality. In this context, I am every grade and gradient of the path: for Ipsissimus is eternal, here and now, descending to “lower” grades – incarnations – to solve specific problems of algebra, bio-geometry or calculus. The ascent is an illusion of life and time. Kether is with me always.
Paul Foster Case discusses the grades in his The True and Invisible Rosicrucean Order, and in other works.
“If he has something to do which demands physical exercise and dexterity, he centres his consciousness deliberately in GVPh (Malkuth). If his work is concerned with the forces of the astral plane, he moves his centre to the Vital Soul, Yesod. For an intellectual problem he shifts focus to the field of Hod, and for an activity of desire, to Netzach.”
This is another statement of how the Magus embodies, by identifying with the various densities, and how I detect those incremental forces. For me to sleep, the bodies must be aligned, and they seldom are. Out on a walk, when fatigue drops away, it is because the Spirit is aligned with my hips and feet. When the alignment is not, my feet hit the ground, I feel tired and clumsy – a long way for children to walk. These conditions alternate. It is extraordinary to incarnate, but mostly overlooked, because the physical states are overwhelming . Hindsight shows the pattern: a tired walker, a valley with a train.
Key 18 is the journey. Look at the wind of the Adept in my wild rosebush. A Master of the Temple – all those levels of embodiment – is the force of heaven, always.
It is lovely to be on the receiving end, and to know I am known – even if briefly. Each spark of knowledge is vast like a star. They brood within my wood.
Something – the archetypes of Key 18 arising? – makes me sleepy now.
Aquariel – an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life.
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