Returning to the artist’s journey through the Trinosofia, I recommend you first refresh this link to Chapter Eight to retrieve the journey so far. You can find the other chapters in “Archive of all posts” in the title-bar.
The 12 Zodiacal stages in the alchemical process are: 1) Calcination/Aries, 2) Congelation/Taurus, 3) Fixation/Gemini, 4) Dissolution/Cancer, 5) Digestion/Leo, 6) Distillation/Virgo, 7) Sublimation/Libra, 8) Putrefaction/Scorpio, 9) Incineration/Sagittarius, 10) Fermentation/Capricorn, 11) Multiplication/Aquarius and 12) Projection/Pisces.
It seems to me that the meditations in Saint-Germain’s Trinosofia link these 12 stages by letting each one flow towards the next while recollecting the previous. The 9th stage which I contemplate today contains elements of Scorpio (Putrefaction) and Sagittarius (Incineration). The 10th chapter (Incineration stage) likewise will converse Sagittarius with Capricorn (Fermentation). The message is; rigid divisions between the 12 stages are not held – we should not literalise or confine the material. Life is fluid. Like the planetary motions as seen relative to our position on Earth, the adept passes through light and shadow back and forth, to journey through being.
I am reminded also of my studies of Indian astrology. The zodiac signs in Jyotish overlaid the actual constellations, before precession of the equinox. In Western astrology the zodiac is by now removed 23 degrees from the elder alignment. The twelve Signs are still named after the constellations, but represent the phases of Earth’s journey around the Sun. With this discrepancy I learned how subtler shades of interpretation incline towards one or the other, like two sides of the same leaf. Are the Trinosofia’s twelve stages of alchemy rooted in the constellations? There are references throughout the text to languages far older than the western occult tradition. This is one of many Mysteries encoded in the work …
The alchemical symbolism in the Trinosofia is rich and abundant. My posts on the subject are long, and require imaginative reading. For Master R’s original text and Manly P Hall’s excellent commentary, please open “Trinosofia Texts” in the title bar above, and scroll down the page to Chapter Nine.
Here is a reminder of Chapter Eight:
Almost four years passed since my last Trinosofia drawing! … Yesterday the door opened for me to draw the Ninth chapter. It was not an easy one for me to integrate after my father died in early 2016. The Bardo of becoming was to sing also with five other deaths since his – all of them deeply significant relationships in my life; and all with liberation in their different ways.
The Ninth chapter contemplates the dark putrefaction of the 8th stage under Scorpio, processing towards the Sagittarian incineration. So I had to draw a black horse with a dead human falling out of its slit belly; and then the second sombre image – the young rosy man in a red tunic with the decomposing corpse. This is alchemical negrido before the stars appear in the raven’s wing. The red garment is fiery Mars. Here is the illustration in the book:
The way opened today unexpectedly, for me to enter and begin. I felt Le Comte’s encouragement, since the “Sixth Sun” transmission last week. The Phoenix rises from ashes; a decomposition to cleanse and flicker into life in the dark night of the soul’s cavern. It’s not finished yet. This morning I feel I should darken the background to the black horse, for the passage is a deep obscurity. Also I drew my young alchemist in red tunic very badly, need to rearrange his legs and re-do his arm?
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The picture includes three inscribed black panels. Two of them I painstakingly copied; the third, with the floral Roman lettering was too indistinct (so I wrote it in English as if on stone); and the enclosed grey panel’s lettering was too blurred in the Scribd reproduction. It reads:
“The select few – how many are there? Forty who in brotherly love assemble together to the four quarters and the Bird. Here below (in the mortal sphere) to be held (gathering or assembly) until in its place is the coming in the fourth quarter (Aquarius).” The large characters M B refer to the alchemical process whereby the mortification and destruction of the body is accomplished.
(From Manly P Hall’s commentary on
The Most Holy Trinosofia of the Comte de St-Germain
Philosophical Research Society Inc. Los Angeles 1983)
Manly Hall’s translation of the other two inscriptions will go underneath the drawing when I have finished it. The book includes his introduction, commentaries, text, translation and black/white reproductions of the illustrations. My interpretation is an individual one; it comes out of my life, I am a different generation. It is interesting to read both.
(See Triniosofia texts, above)
So what is found here? The birth of the living dead, from the animal kingdom’s bafflement, inverts the Saviour’s birth: deep dark expulsion of the soul into the strange un-illumined luminosity of the dead; the unconscious victim condition where we blame others is ash.
In the second image the alchemist, fascinated with the materia, tries to raise it to life; he stirs the ashes. But he hears a Voice commanding him to let it go. So he’s about to drop it again. The wrong way is how we Elizabethan and Renaissance explorers tried to manipulate the dead, believing we could command the secrets of matter, of the soul and of anatomy. The Voice breaks into that creative fantasy. Again it is like the horse expelling the dead body. What is dead is dead!
What are the living dead? How do I regard them? it is important to take responsibility and get the definition right. The living dead are those regions in my psyche, individual or collectively linked, where we walk in our sleep, lock ourself into noise, blame other persons, institutions or life itself for our trouble … and blindly consume our nature.
The living Spirit is a matter of choice; of turning to face the music and cross the lake. The second lake in the journey (to Chapter Ten) will turn clear turquoise. Now the image develops further, for I might suggest the lake in the vision is a Caduceus.
The Voice said (it thundered like a trumpet) – “This black earth has lain in this hall only 87 years; when 13 more years have elapsed, thou and the other children of God may use it.” The alchemist was delayed until the time should reach a century 100; he explored the vessel, the dark room for nine days as prescribed, and then departed through the opposite door to the one by which he entered. The numbers 87 (15), 13 and 100 are Hebrew gematria – a shorthand for the Mysteries..
To reach this dark hall he had waded through the first lake (“thick as cement”) for 13 days, his feet touched bottom everywhere, it was useless to swim. When he reached the dark hall, the earth was as dark as that water. The building he entered was basalt black; a warm moist wind pushed him into the chamber and shut the doors. There the Living Principle remained inside the belly of death to be born; there he explored the room and investigated the matter. His consciousness is a lamp, it quickens the flesh.
It is like a dream I had long ago. Here is the story – “a house of hundreds of rooms”
In Chapter Eight four years ago, we saw the crowned white lion and cluster of grapes on a salver with a shining pile of salt. He impregnated his body with the salt, he rubbed the purifying salt crystals over himself, then he was given a choice of two doors by which to leave that chamber. One opened to a hot arid plain which seemed to burn him; the other opened to the first lake at the end of which a black marble façade was visible. He preferred to cross the lake itself rather than make his way along a rocky shore to the distant bridge. So he ended up in the black marble hall.
(To see the detail from illustrated text of the Trinosofia, and read M P Hall’s comments on the Hebrew meanings, click on these images)
We are given choices and tend to take the complicated one, as we are drawn to the dregs. The odyssey is the same in the end. The Trinosofia theme offers him the simple way, but he takes the more complex and glamorous one which takes longer.
As I began the drawing, the transformative Phoenix rose from the ashes. The façade of the black hall itself was engraved with ancient Persian hieroglyphs. Should my alchemist kneel or stand? Perhaps he crouches. The English translation says he stands, the original French says he is “place pres du cadavre”. I need to lower his left arm and his left knee. At the moment – as I copied the original – his anatomy is all kaput. The original drawings in the text – themselves old copies from Le Comte’s paintings which disappeared – are anatomically weak. For the originals, Le Comte is said to have mixed pearl dust with his pigments.
During my work on the drawing yesterday, I listened to Richard Rudd’s audios on the Ecstatics: Rilke, Taliesin, Walt Whitman, Anandamayi Ma, Mother Julian. You can hear them at https://genekeys.com/audio/the-ecstatics/ These were given several years ago with the Gene Keys transmission bubbling creatively in the pot: the joyous poet. The creative joy is today rediscovered, renewed and sung for itself; the yeast within any treacly condition.
5G advertising came through my letterbox. I am beginning to see that I must not buy into fear and negatives about that and other aggressive technologies, but keep doing my thing in the living energy field. We humans will grow tired of the “More and More” stuff that we still “want” at present.. It is a symptomatic tension – a temporal terror of the Great Change which moves so deep within our world, our climate and DNA with the universe and solar system. There will be and already is a collective longing to breathe, to create peace in the air. I try to live my particle of the Bigger Picture. The way around and through, and often because of the pollutant, always opens. The pollutant itself has no power against Gaia. Most of us cannot see this because we are accustomed to our minds’ closet and what we are told by “experts”. We want by default to blame “Them”.
So, mon Cher: You would have us feel, rather than think. Thinking provides a mere quantity of scenarios and speculative terminus. Feeling is the natural path, day by day, with every element: the ear to the ground like the sole of the foot. The feeling is Consciousness Now. Entering the dark Shadow, I behold my process and seek the Gift; being born into the dead; the effort of the curious to resurrect putrefaction; the call to travel forth.
With Mercury retro in Scorpio it is suitable. The action dressed in red investigates old process while moving towards the light. He must leave the old flesh behind. The second lake and its far pavilion beckons him. He will walk in it for 18 days.
“I recalled that when crossing the first lake its waters became darker and thicker as I advanced. The waters of this (second) lake on the contrary, became ever clearer the closer I approached the shore. My robe which had in the palace become as black as the walls seemed to me to be of a greyish hue; gradually it resumed its colours, however it did not become entirely blue, but was near to a beautiful green.”
(See Trinosofia Texts in title bar of this page; scroll to Chapter Nine)
That is the pilgrim’s robe: not the alchemist’s red tunic in the image. However they are the same, for the colours complement. The blue transmuting to “a beautiful green” is turquoise, through Scorpio’s tonal vibration in the Tarot (Key 13). Turquoise is the colour of movement.
I wore myself out yesterday trying to get that drawing to work. It wouldn’t. At last I trimmed a piece of paper to fit the space and began it again – this time it came OK, and the Initiate stands as in the original illustration, trying to raise his discovery of dead flesh and bones from the levels of corruption. The cadaver is not quite as good as my first version but is bigger in relation to the “child”. The cadaver is the world-systems which no longer work. The child tries to handle it but the Voice calls; it is not the time yet. Don’t be distracted by those old systems. Continue the journey of Light and Heart. Don’t dally but keep walking.
I darkened all the background around the horse in the first picture, except for the ground where the darkness becomes illumined as the sticky stinking black earth full of creeping elementals and fearful dreams. The Initiate had to stay in there for nine days and not get into mischief.
The evolution of the animal kingdom (horse) trembles with shock at having to tarry and wait for the human preoccupation to catch up and liberate itself.
This second picture will be the more effective if I darken its left-hand side too, around the big “M”. Then we will have the Initiate emerging from the dark with his imagined retrieval of the secrets; he is positioned where the Shadow becomes the Light. And there begins the second lake’s slow illumination and clarity to wade for “18 days” towards the far pavilion. There is a “violet land haze” just suggested behind that palace. It is sketchy and the sky turns turquoise.
The Initiate in the Trinosofia pictures is Master R as a child – black curly hair and luminous sweet cheeks the way they drew people in the 18th century. He has the proportions of an eight year old child – homunculus – except when with a woman; then he is a warrior, a full grown man. Eight years old is the human age. He grows into a warrior whenever his seed rises up to sow.
Trinosofia’s Chapter Nine travels through Scorpio and Sagittarius; the dark constellation over galactic centre. Sagittarius is the Journeyman’s need to travel and expand. Along the Bowman lies also the Serpent constellation Ophiucus. I needed to at least begin the next drawing – so I did – of the Initiate leaping from the tomb with golden staff and floating crown: the process of Sagittarius through Capricorn (see the post to come, on Chapter Ten.) … It is difficult for me to copy “poor” drawings to make better drawings – for the “poor” drawings have their own lively gesture and character which I want to retain, but the anatomy and perspective are compromised; so I grope and erase for hours. In fact, Master R told Paul Foster Case in 1947 that the existing illustrations are excellent copies of his own work.
Awakening the Trinosofia is a wonderful profound journey, with some of the strange landscapes and caves I reproduced from it.
Stage 9 illumines the dark prison – things come to light. The Initiate tries to drag the knowledge forth like a great weight, but the Voice says “it is not yours. Attend to the staff of Light and walk the waves. Don’t ‘think’. Feel.”
And in the next picture which I began, the Initiate is the Lightness of being. I will make the stone coffin more massive and turned more towards the viewer so you can see its bottom – regurgitate its contents. Out of it come the deep souls, saviours of the world, as your children being born; no more are the living dead being born.
With the deep belly breath, locate my inner trouble, hear and let it with the exhalation trickle out into the earth’s gravity ground to be recycled. In the part of my body which bears the tension, allow the air of love and compassion to flow. And I smiled again! The practice of “Relationship Mastery” in all fields of the world – business, government, politics, family, sexuality, friendship – is focused, alive and direct to the point.
I just saw again that I know nothing. I know only what I think I know and have experienced. The depth of my experience of life is yet a superficial lid if I paste it upon the needs of others. Krishnamurti spoke of how we degrade each other with our images of expectation..
The defilement of environment is what that poor horse in my drawing has to smell. Countless captive creatures live in that and are consumed as meat products; the stench defiles our DNA sensitivity with the animal kingdom.
This appalling realisation comes forth. The Time of Sixth Sun re-launch was not only sweet light and New Earth but woke up all this more detailed awareness. What to do? Do not configure enemies. There IS a cosmic battle in earth as in heaven and in all the strata between – the forces of dark inertia, fear and imagined disease with those of progress and transformation. It is tempting to personify or project one’s own demons onto the collective shadow, but it doesn’t help. Knowing ourselves as lighthouse keepers, the work starts here at home at whatever level. I am aware how the dimensions of the body of light work homoeopathically through the Shadow. The condition on Earth plane is growth through resistance. To keep silent is wise, because ordinary social talk “wants” a distorting mirror. Let Nature flow as always into balance. An immense Change – like chrysalis to butterfly – moves through our resistance. The message for sustainability – particularly in this last year or so – expands exponentially.
What to do? Carry the Staff of Light and the Crown unworn; sprung from the abyss. Be conscientious; listen, and pass on the vibrance in the field in simple ways – a smile, a seat on the train, a chat with a cashier. We as predatory consumers still want a luxury culture of excess. This deranges our animal companions. So by now, we humans know what it is to derange ourselves.
Yet there is the conscious reorientation – our choice. As with Siva swallowing the world’s murk and turning it peacock blue in his throat, the Resource I can call upon is Infinite.
“You offer a window through which others may look and see and wake up. You offer a window – a viewpoint – which quickens evolution. We gave you this window to maintain. Your job is to keep the window clear and clean; to hold the vessel; to recreate our Perspective through it. The window is also a navigational instrument, the approach of Eternity to the new sciences. Behold it, to the living world. A Lens.”
Alignment with the magnetic field overcomes obscurity and penetrates any blanket of leaden thoughts. This same soft power within the animal, avian and plant kingdoms adapts, turns and follows alternative patterns and flight paths as the atoms do. Everything in the Great Tuning Fork has ultimate harmony and resonance; for the time we are in is an evolutionary acceleration – the fall-out around us, of centrifugal wobble and spin. The tension in the atmosphere is heightened by the devices humans manufacture to copy it. But always there is return to navigational centre; solar plexus; the floating compass; the slow sunlit unfoldment of the Now. Choose which!
Awake the cubed blossom in my root. It is subtle, like Johannes Kepler’s golden seed among dung for the hens to find. A piece of crystal – rock of ages – is warmed by the human body to emit a signal.
The signal is the feeling; feel the Philo Sofia; lover of wisdom.
Aquariel – an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life.
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