The Ascended Masters are higher-consciousness tones of humanity.
Here is a link to my portrait gallery of 40 magidim or Masters;
Some of them are on the Seventh Ray. Others are from the East. May they inspire and sustain our compassion during precarious times.
“Aeolian” was a name for the universal depth behind ‘Le Comte’ – Master R. Today I coin its resonance with the winds of ancient Greece in the Tree of Life. The Aeolian mode in music is a natural A-minor scale without a sharpened 7th.
Back in 2003 I developed my working contact with Master R through the study of alchemy. The jury remains out on some of the historical details of his incarnations which I read about. They are plausible, but the principle of the Master is wide open, and may adopt any of these forms, or none !
The following is from my journal on 25 July 2003. I read somewhere that Master R’s teacher is “Aeolia” …
The jivan-mukta, the Liberated One, is timeless, spaceless. An ‘Aeolian’ mode may enter historical personages in the currency of a line of work through centuries. And at some point in each appearance there is a flash or shining, which the Liberated One mirrors back to the Holy One. Ultimately, when those aeons of the Great Work are done, S/He is absorbed into Aeolian, no more reappearing; for in the seed was a supply of gifts.
We read our physical lifetimes, appearances, and history, like a horizontal movement across the chessboard: from somewhere to somewhere else. It is not so. There is only the One: whose ‘Aeolian mode’ in Kabbalah is Kether, all-embracing. The One appears to our time and space as illumined sections or frames through our history. The One contains the depth of human osmosis towards the White Sun. Never is the process separate from the Whole of the Aeolian. It can never be in any place or sense where the Aeolian is not – like a Tree, a great beech bole, Kether, the Crown!
In Kabbalah the Holy One is En Sof – “Without End”. Our real lifetimes are stages of emanation through the Sefiroth. Master R is said to have incarnated at least once every century. His emphasis has been on an enlightened philosophy based on self-knowledge, to educate political and religious systems and encourage them to break their fossils. He defended and protected the Ageless Wisdom by “fathering” the Christ child, and by creating secret societies for the Word. It is said that as Joseph son of Jacob, he was an Essene. He was once Albanus, a Roman Englishman in Verulam who was executed; and later on as Francis Bacon he became Lord Verulam, Viscount Saint Albans.
(In 18th century France he was notorious as Le Comte Saint-Germain; he did not age, and he handed damaged diamonds back to their owners, as good as new. When he escaped to England from the Terror, he wrote a quantity of baroque music for violin, keyboard and voices. Today we find him quietly at work behind a few senior esoteric Schools. The more troubled our world becomes, the deeper we must dig to find him; but at this depth the healing begins.)
The Christ childhood story is much more explicit in the Masters’ mediatory tradition. The Church threw away the key, as Eliphas Levi has said. Joseph is generally ignored in exoteric Christianity – just a drone – the glamour is with the immaculate Mother. In the ancient word, Virgin, or ripe birth was a commonplace Mystery.
I suppose, at some point in my life, never mind my “educational” dramas, I just stand up on my toes, take off and fly … and then can see perspective, like a bird.
Seeing the Tree whose Crown and stem is Aeolian, Kether … wasn’t I once shown, in the place under the pool, the Round Table like a cut tree, a section across? Were those floating rings our lifetimes?
And another thing. When the Work begins to stand on tip toe and spread wings, when it begins to borrow the eagles’ strength, the earthlife has a tendency to become crisp, ordered and composed to a pattern of ageless relationships and roles. Things come out of the mist. When the illusion of persons rubs away, I begin to see the repeating principles, and the casement or container that the earth-life is. I see this with cosmic eyes. The mind begins to think differently.
The Gate, the Field and the Star – the word A E O L I A N is beautiful and vibrant. Is it written on my white pebble? The letter pinned to the gate seems to have a solar cross drawn on it, whose sound in the light wind is “aeolian”.
Looking into the water, I focused and followed the inner Star, quiet and still, and prayed the theosophists’ Great Invocation:
“From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of human beings.
Let Light descend on Earth.
“From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into human hearts.
May Christ* return to Earth.
“From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide our little wills –
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
“From the centre which we call the human race
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.
“Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.”
We must make this choice! We have to do it; begin it here and now.
In the lane of the sunrise I embraced my scarlet-dressed lover-brother heart to heart. In the oak is a scarlet ibis. What will it say?
26 July 2003 – TRIED TO DO TAROT KEY 20 SHIN PATHWORKING … but real shambles, because undecided whether or not to go to a Temple of the Heart class today, so my Tower of alchemy is all in pieces. It seemed on balance better to stay here and walk with Barbara this afternoon as planned. My meditation began well, with a resonant Rose Cross ritual chord of JHShVH, and Kether, but deteriorated all the way down the Tower, with occasional episodes of clarity and peace. Couldn’t concentrate, and feel now fractured and out of tune.
I find the Tower practice is difficult to maintain. Should I clear out all the Presences and Companions that are supposed to be in it, and see the symbols alone? The field is my temple of the heart – that simplicity. Perhaps … not all of us can continue to use the ritual for our locus. I gave it a try, but I find it heavy work. Receive then the present undecidedness? Not to go to a class when I might have done, I might miss a synchrony? Yet synchrony enters its time and space regardless of what I am doing, if I am surrendered; do not “inner-consider”, or project G’s classes as their provider.
MANTRA: On the other hand, I am loving the sound of the word AEOLIAN. It is the wind through the strings of the harp, and through the slender trees. It is the vibration of any musical instrument, and the prana of the soul. That is what I really wanted to ponder today. Behind my magid, those ancient vistas open, He is unlimited.
The Tarot Keys for AEOLIAN are (from right to left) Fool, Devil, Justice, Hermit, Death – the beautiful thematic balance of those colours together. In the BOTA teaching, each colour vibration has a musical tone; we combine our inner senses of sight and hearing.
The musical mantra is a haunting carillon of E, A, Fsharp, F, C, then G for N (Key 13, NUN). When I play it on the piano, I hear a spontaneous groundbass of E, then lower A. It sounds like the natural minor scale (aeolian) – with a sharpened F (Key 11, Justice, the Balance).
The dictionary says the Greek aeolian scale in music became the ninth church mode with A as final and E as dominant. Aeolus was the god of the winds and of the harp. I can become tuned to Aeolian mode … anyway the Aeolian sound became a beauty that rings inside. In the same way I hear the JHShVH, a trumpet sound whose interval shivered the walls of Jericho.
A Letter to the Aeolian …
The drawing I did yesterday, you smell like the taste of lychees. I feel I’m in a deep dark grey place, and yet I know the transparency, how simple it is. It is the way the lotus grows. Cultivate this barely blushing petal in the earth, wrapped in a spiral of green leaf. My inner tuition of the upper worlds isn’t me or mine: it is just that they are, that You are. The simplicity in an instant pierces the ground, and there is no action needed.
Seeing how my personality for all her lovable aspects, messes up communications, which is painful, I am the more ready to wait to be a vehicle for the higher speech when such time comes. Otherwise I would get a misplaced confidence and try to do things prematurely.
L, V, X … Love is a mystery most akin to the way of indrawing breath; to the heart touching itself. And so the fountain grows an egg. I am allowed to love you, why? because yours is my inmost being and we praise JHVH, what could be more “in common” than this? If I love you, I find you, because that is the Law. Let it go. Let You be my plan. Arrange my day-longs how You will. Let me be tossed and cradled among the boughs, the stems that tremble to your wind. How can one so wide and with so vast a root system and so great a Crown in Beriah, be so intimate and “here”?
It is the touching of the key to the door, of finger tip to harp string.
It seems that to draw you helps. It does not enclose or confine you; it brings you nearer. After the drawing I meet this fresh flavour of you. So I create you, who are before my creation. Who in all the universe can resist the love of the spirit? and the velvety way the breath goes in and out, your nose pointing down?
And a visual meditation on Shabathai – Saturn the ripening process …
Aquariel – an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life.
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