Rites of Fire, Water, Wood in Spring

Profile, dancer’s masque

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In Persia there is an ancient Zoroastrian rite – outlawed by the current regime – to jump over the fire with the early days of spring.  Letting go our worries into the flames, the firebird phoenix rises from the ashes.   We enjoy the feast with neighbours and family.  In Iran and Kurdistan and all over the world the elder secret fire is  stirred.

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Before the fire party, I took my camera over Hampstead Heath.  The fire is in the wood: the life is in the waters.

Spring spikes sky pond

Oak flows

pondering

The White Bull

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triad fire nests

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THE PAINTBOX: all of this has colour and swishes of the loaded brush. The fire mystery is within my dryadic photo odyssey through the heath and Sandy-heath and ponds:  the sexual flow and texture of oak and spiky root and arboreal nakedness and light:  the trees piercing the pond are shivered by ripples of a passing pair of ducks.   The Rite of spring!

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Loaded brush stroke

A Song by ‘Argent’ (1970s):

We will light a giant burning fire tonight
We will build it and dance in the smoke
Every branch we’ll tie somebody’s worry to it
We will burn it and dance in the smoke

I recall it was too tall
To see the flames grow high
But on tiptoe
The flames would grow
And burn into the sky!

Lyrics found <a href=”http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/argent-lyrics/dance-in-the-smoke-lyrics.html”>here</a&gt;

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phoenix

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Horned Creature Janus

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triad salamanders

flesh and flame in the wood

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WHAT IS CULTURE? … something about Siva and the Rishis’ wives in elder India.

The Rishis’ ashram had become a dry old stick of the intellect.   Vagrant lord Siva came as Agni (sacred fire deity) out of the forest and impregnated the Rishis’ wives through their hair follicles, as they warmed themselves around the blaze.   I have always loved this story.

Last night I saw fire, ashes, crackling sticks of the nest, and the flaming, dancing Bird.  In the fire I knew there is Zoroaster … the edge, the archetypal cleavage of the darkness and the light:  Azda, Ahriman – vaguely recalled concepts which I drew thirty years ago.

Sunflower & Ahriman, 1986 – the dark and the light support each other

The reality however, of the flame and the love and the family and the dancing, jumping and singing around and in the fire … and later, the soft and ancient glow of knowledge through my body … is ORIGINAL, and cancels book-learning like the sea in my face:  Gnosis.

Fire is fire, the heart and hearth and art of the fire: Thou ART i AM.

It is like the fire in Plato’s cave … the inner fire, and its passage to the Sun outside, as night falls on apple blossom in the garden.

I saw that the old and worshiped treasures of human culture, which developed into religions and spiritual paths and occult Mysteries are this thing that families do around the fire, around the heart, long before anything got written about it.  Then the children grow inside the women.  There is no need for Schools.   Here, the consecrate seed begins.

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

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Crows Nest

 

Here are some more thoughts in general, following my previous post.

Rosicrucean Emblem Praenesis: "This shows the way"

Rosicrucean Emblem Praenesis: “This shows the way”

Journal, 8 December 2015
At death we must be honest. The nearness of death demands honesty.   I think of my death, not only metaphysically but about my physical breakdown beforehand, and all the paper and stuff for people to tidy up afterwards. Please God – give me a good six month  warning so I can tidy up while I am strong enough! Dying for we humans is precisely timed, yet it feels complex and long drawn out.

“Look at your long life. What did you learn?”

I am naturally selfish, but there are a lot of impulses and incentives going on, which are NOT selfish. Rather like my perennial doubts about my writing, there is a war going on. This is jehad.

It is important nowadays, to understand what jehad truly is, and not to misuse this word ignorantly. I am told that according to Koran, the great jehad is not with enemies or the battlefield.  The great jehad is the jehad the Sufi follows – dealing with the inner conflict, which we all have in one form or another.  The Sufi is constantly in birth and death: dying to the lower, giving birth to the higher self – dancing with and searching the essence:  salaam, peace:  moving from one side to the other to do the beautiful, absorb the light, and disappear.

A Sufi moves in this way through anxieties related to the resistance of the material world.

solstice dervish

solstice dervish

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Jehad is the holy war in the soul and in the daily plod. Each of us deals with personal interior jehad of one kind or another, as we grow. If we are not lighthouse keepers, it is about the neighbours.

So is it at all surprising that the interior war coalesces into exterior, international wars?   War is a human condition at many different levels, inherited from Earth’s geological aeons of friction through fire and ice, igniting life. Our bodies are at war against viruses. The tendency gets acted out extremely on the stage of religious and political belief and empire. It is the same. It is projectile, it is our Shadow and we need to understand it more fully.

Around the dying of our loved ones, when their bodies begin to break up into nature’s jehad, honesty is traditionally difficult – we shilly and shally.   Yet if I was starting to die in earnest, I think it might preoccupy me all the time, and I would want to share it with someone close. I would want it to be recognised – to prepare for Thoth’s scales and feather.  Our entire life is condensed into a little vital essence of everything – a sugarlump, a salt cube or a heart – you know, we are physically mostly fluid and space? This at death gets wrung out like a cloth which liquefies back into the ground, and what goes onward is akin to the tiny bit of solidarity when our atoms are compressed together. “What goes onward is an invisible homeopathic compression of the entire package – the sting in the tail of the whole lifetime.”

Goodness me! Is that so?

I write only to dance with my death.

The vessel which carries my raw thoughts is a big schooner ship just now on the high ocean, with all her sails bulging with the wind as she rides the wine dark waves. The hands on deck and up the masts and at the stern and in the hold are teamwork, like the cells which maintain my body.   I trust them to get on with it – a horde of dark sailors and jacktars, linked by rope and cloth and oil and winches and the winds.

Storm approaching, October 1987

Storm approaching, October 1987

The problem with having a conversation about death with a soon-to-be-dying person is – he might feel too weak or simply need affection, not deep ideas, which are only words. I  arrive with my deep ideas in full sail – oh-dear! – and discover  they are not appropriate – there is not an opening for them.  I know so little.  It is his journey into the Continent: a mystery of birth through apparent ‘endings’.  And there is pain before birth, and there are gleams of light.  Peace.

Jehad – holy war inside myself, the inner scold at my many stupidities and faux-pas – I saw it this morning for what it is, in a balanced, accepting way.   I saw plainly I am not a bad person, I deal with the instruments of opposition and discord within my being, just like everyone else in a multitude of different ways – whatever bothers each of us most. It is the condition through and through: my body at cellular level is at holy war for communal maintenance of my crows-nest conscience among the billowing sails. This again – the crows-nest lookout post – is a cell among the myriad which sustain a divine cosmic Life, part of a Murmuration: and so on.

seal of solomon

The crows-nest analogy emerged, and it is beautiful because of Don Juan/Castaneda’s silver crows at death, and turning into a crow; and I put a little Indian crow (or sparrow) in my blog the other day, to look like a starling.   Once again the symbols draw together in this way which delights, affirms and refreshes me.

However – long life. What am I learning? What did I learn?

It seems to be about balance and acceptance on the swaying ship. Accepting my inner jehad gives me an understanding of its outer forms and extensions.  What about PROFOUND COMPASSION AND ACCEPTANCE with my inner jehad?  The main thing I learned as a lighthouse-keeper, and always learn, is that deep transformation in the human race begins in here; in acknowledging, recognition and response. This is heart-connected to the real activity of the Companions of the Light around the earth.

I feel when my cloth is wrung out after I die, what will go onward is a solvent buoyant salt cube – Solomon’s Seal of course.

“Be still and know I am God.”

sunmoon seal of solomon

In fact (conversation with a friend just now) there is no death or end, because life goes on, birth goes on; looking at death or a loved one’s death re-opens this realisation. This musing joins my own about the I’s and the same little flame of the fire which lights innumerable candles, one to the other, without end. Deep, deep depth, and feeling the life of unspoken truth through the words; a private person and how it feels to be himself.

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How does it feel to be you?

Seeing clearly, and listening, keep quiet; because the spreading of half baked ideas and clever opinions is gossip and propaganda, and nourishes war on earth.

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Tree of Life - 3 Gunas

Tree of Life – 3 Gunas – like a ship

 

What a lot to take in and digest all the time. I re-surface just sitting here in this sunny room, feeling quite buoyant. That schooner-ship earlier, is strong in my spine. The Tree of Life is the schooner in full sail towards me, keel well down in Malkuth.

Silence?

What is silence for? The point of connection: the point from which the pendulum swings; the point which travels along the ocean … a power for the peace.

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corpus christi seal of Solomon

corpus christi seal of Solomon

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

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Touch Wood and Water

 

Gayatri Devi

Gayatri Devi

Let us form a vessel …?  In the Gayatri Mantra, the brilliance of enlightenment is perceived in the air between the trouble and grief and terrors and tension and pollution in the world. Give room: the pain of life as it is. Do not inflate pain into personal woe, which shuts the room and makes it noisy.

om bhur bhuva ha svaha
tat savitur varen y am
bhargo devasya dhimahi
dhiyo yonah prachaha dayat

Through the coming, going and the balance of the essential nature
which illumines existence, is the adorable One.
May all perceive through subtle intellect
the brilliance of enlightenment.

Translation by Deva Premal

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Near my mother’s house, there is a steep hillside into a bouncy valley.   A direct perception opened: walk down into my face – a Quantock bowl of fields  and villages … or as in the drawing above, the Welsh coast near Strumble head.   Inclusively, my hips and feet flow soft with gravity, the descent, receiving the earth, the dance, the touching.

Grief stings my heart – my mother’s sister died at 93, and the dog in London is gone – the field broke apart to enter the valley I am.  I am free.  The fields, the undulant hills and trees are my facial features;  I have no other. The steep lane and wide encircling landscape arouse my philosophy, my space of being … beyond speech.

red_campion

red campion

I discover an identical resonance in the Gayatri mantra,  the Lords Prayer, the Hail Mary and the Kabbalah Invocation: “let thy will be done.”  Particle-waves of enlightenment are latent within the body of each circumstance.  Within every challenge of love, grief, boundaries, fair conduct, discernment and “I will”, the opening catches me inescapably. My father called the hardy pink campion flowers “bridget in her bravery“.  Bravery is the bride.

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seabird and boat, near isle of Rhum

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Connect
I finished and published the Minona post in my other blog (17 September). The Minona and Beethoven drawing which I had such trouble with, is powerful. The soft blaze of grief is in her eyes.

Beethoven and Minona

Beethoven and Minona

I went on reading my 2014 journal on the bus home from the Quantock hills, enjoying it; I raised my spirits by softly singing the Gayatri mantra for a while. There is a lot in my journal last year, about the evolution of eros in our world. Adam-Eve had thoughts which grew into trees, animals and life – did I not walk down the Quantock hills into these, my soul body, my absence into Real-I?

Make this intention ongoing through the “unknown cognition” towards a community of grace.  Let go into the opening field space.  The blue Maurice Nicoll Commentary books contain the essence of Self enquiry, Ramana’s teaching, for post war western survivors in the Work.

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So what to write now, to connect? Wait and listen and it shall come. Be willing for the Master to write. Remain quiet. I woke depressed and confused this morning, semi-dreaming about getting stuck on sheer pillars of rotten rock and cheating my way down to the ground. The false mind sets cruel tasks. But earlier I dreamt I was in a car with a man from the past – and our legs touched, and the feelings blossomed like they used to, brooking no deflection. I want to move on, yet the way in this lifetime powerfully embraces each other.

To connect, I wait and listen to Nicoll’s Commentaries: “You cannot reach Real I through personality, only through development of Essence…. Essence however, cannot grow unless personality is formed around it by life on this planet … A man must learn from life, become a good Householder …” In other words, God does not create us perfect, we are active, responsible participants in the Re-membering.

“You may ask why, if we were created perfect, at a level higher than Earth, it is necessary to be made to descend at all. The answer is that a being created perfect has contributed nothing to its own development. It would be easily tempted. Man by descent and ascent thus becomes stronger ‘than the angels’, as it is said somewhere.”

balsa boat annapurna

I made this balsa boat for my grandmother in about 1963. She called it “Annapurna in cumulus clouds”

My sense of descending into the Landscape Bowl of mud and villages and steep fields and curving lanes as my vital parameter, awakens. When it is separate, or just a background, I am shut away from empathy or taste of Life.

Crossing the road at Hammersmith bus station – all the moving flock are “I”. Their mystery moves through mine and is my being;  I create them as God does, or a child in the garden of being. Their never ending history is ready made. The instant they are created, their infinite past thread springs to life, just like that. This perception has no room for war, and outmodes religious conflict. When such a thought form is focused and strong, it has power to connect and to generate life and love.

Harbour 1987 - my ship of the soul

Harbour 1987 – my ship of the soul

I am reading The Never Ending Story by Michael Ende, which suggests that creative imagination in the human psyche strikes eternity fore and aft as it becomes fully conscious;  there is no beginning or end to being.  But great gaps of Nothing encroach, where the faculty is abused, distorted and destroyed.

The great evolutionary change occurring in humanity may be the shocking revolution that there is no heavenly thing or ruler which is God.

Instead, the dimension of God is kindled with the tinder-sticks of compassion laid together. The moment God is kindled through compassionate empathy and acceptance of each other, the One Reality, unendingly past and future, is omnipresent.   We can no longer devolve our responsibility onto an almighty figurehead:  that was the codependent dream of infants.  Opportunities to ‘do the beautiful’ as the Sufis say, are given to our inter-dependent re-cognition.  We see what was and is done by religious wars to destroy life and origins, and in the media jungle to erase human worth:  the gaps of Nothing in the never ending story.  There is an enormous resistance to awakening;  the ground resists the upward spring;  the long dark shadows cast by the rising sun, are Karmic samsara enclosures, which slowly fade.

Return to the flowing nature of God: the tetrahedral cycle of J H V H through human eternity: the vital solar spark of SAVITUR in the Gayatri, through the subtle intelligence.

TETRAGRAMMATON tetrahedron sequence

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Nicoll asks, What is Understanding? “If Intellectual and Emotional Centres cooperate, then understanding begins. Does it mean a seeing together of many things from many points of view, and so quite distinct from one-sidedness?”

“We make aim in the Work, but do we understand our aim?”
To understand is essentially, to connect, with all our parts.

boats at Alet, Brittany, 1985

Boats at Alet, Brittany, 1985

boats on storm tossed marina

Boats on storm tossed marina, 1985

To be present when I am in pain or sorrowing, is to earth it. Then pain and sorrow are not trapped in thoughts or moral scholars, they exist freely. There is no argument or resistance to existence. “If you don’t fight with life, life takes you up, puts you on its shoulder …” Pain and joy and the light of foot belong here equally and seamlessly, passing into one another. If I grasp the root stem of my grief, it becomes still and holds the ship like a mast. Upon the larger part of my being, the words to tell are a scrap, a wet hanky only. Moments of inner connection are searing, silent and deeply satisfying. The understanding is not verbal. Understanding is presence … stand under the water falling.

tidal wave

tidal wave 1986

Harbour - these two paintings were on the same day.

Harbour 1986 – these two paintings were on the same day.

Moments of the inner connection connect with this level of being, throughout the humanosphere. My inner connecting connects socially, and beyond. In this strata I may pick up the Messages of the Great Ones. We are a fleet of living masts – and masts are aerials, antennae, antakharana – the One mast, of infinite variety.

Signal the Companions of the Light.

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Ships in my mother’s house

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

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Touch Wood

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Ramana & Arunachala children

Ramana & Arunachala children

Nearly two months ago, I dreamed about “the blue books of Ramana”.  In fact they looked exactly like the collection of Maurice Nicoll’s Commentaries on the Teaching of Gurdjieff. These four volumes – from Alan Jacobs’s library – have sat on my highest bookshelf for many years.

“I dreamed I was late for an event and toiling or dashing up and down a long street to collect items which others expected. Among the parade of shops on the right, a sign stood out, advertising an unknown book about Ramana Maharshi. I forgot the title, but it was his soul in the teaching. The sign remained consistently visible. At last I investigated, walked up that side of the street, looked for its doorway among the restaurants, hairdressers and supermarkets – and found: an Indian goods emporium. My way to the counter was blocked by a herd of huge brown smelly buffaloes. I turned away, dispirited, but then the herd miraculously cleared. I made enquiry for the book, and was directed to another region of the vast shop.  Upstairs where the books were. a friendly Indian woman assistant said Yes she knows the book, and got it for me. It was a set of slim old volumes with worn cloth binding, a beautiful natural dark blue, like Jim Ede’s Moroccan jacket, faded and buffed at the corners. There were three larger ones and one smaller one. I looked among the pages and wanted it very much. It contained everything in the “Talks” and other recorded conversations, and more …. what a collector’s item!

“The woman smiled and said this is not cheap. It is a first edition. How much? I asked. She replied, £700. So I couldn’t possibly buy it. She smiled. Then I woke up.

“I don’t need to buy it, for I have it in my soul – the beautiful blue covers of this teaching, the feel of the close white written pages inside: the liberation. It is enough to hold it for a moment in my hands, and remember.  Maybe the significance of the 700 will emerge? This contact un-crowds my life. I touch base.”

Ramana coming down off the hill

Ramana coming down off the hill

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Some difficult weeks passed;  then at last I reached up for Volume Four of Nicoll’s Commentaries – which wear the same jacket I rediscover inside, in the practical way it works for me, the soul of Ramana Maharshi’s Self-enquiry.  In the last decade of Ramana’s life, Dr Nicoll was teaching and exploring the Work in his kindly way it seems by morphic resonance, in England during and after the war.

Dr Maurice Nicoll

Dr Maurice Nicoll

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14 September 2015

Nicoll – “The Work teaches: ‘Observe yourselves uncritically and become more and more conscious of what is in your being and so become more and more objective to yourselves.’

“As you know already, this will gradually dissolve the Imaginary I, the False I, the False Personality that one has hitherto taken as oneself, and has nothing to do with the true centre of gravity of yourself called Real I.’”

He then goes on to discuss Recurrence. Ouspensky worked out a dimensional cosmology whereby we recur until the change begins to be made at birth. I don’t go fully with this, but I do observe my recurring Difficult Corner where I have failed and where I identify with what life throws at me – it is the identical misery and discomfort each time. So for me Recurrence is a psychological reality but not a literal one.

On the other hand, Nicoll feels the recurrence of Self remembering makes itSelf stronger also.  There is also the idea of Conscious Man reincarnating in an earlier part of historical time, where he can prevent things from going as they did. There is a plethora of parallel universes or possibles.

Violet Crystal 1988 - particle interaction in Tao of Physics

Violet Crystal 1988 – particle interaction in Tao of Physics

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In quantum physics a particle travels back and forth in time as space, through interaction. The entanglement of future probables and re-shaping is an open mystery beyond the mental reach. The standard intellect collapses here. So people say it is impossible to reincarnate in the past, because of the advancing doctrine of time; but I am not sure. There is a power of choice. The choice is powerfully identified with the genetic flow and with cause and effect; but that same power might also antedate the causality. This power clasps the self or role I think I am. The role rides off with me. The historical possibilities are limitless, but I am voluntarily confined to the one familiar.

The full form of Self remembering is “the self that knows its own nothingness.”

Reacting to life is not doing or choosing. Reacting to life is not proactive but passively being driven into the difficult corner. “To change the action of life on you by inner work on impressions, is certainly to begin to do … begin with smallest daily things. … If we say that one meaning of Self remembering is to remember the Work at the moment when life makes you negative, here is a practical idea of Self remembering. The Work is brought into intimate personal existence …”

In the next Commentary, he says Time is a dimension of psychological distance and the ways of Self remembering must be held together, else they get lost.   He says Truth is silver (like the parable woman looking for a piece of silver in her house) – it is also a hatching egg: the contact must be sustained by nesting.

The Work and the way it thinks, is a lift, an elevator towards Those that stand in the light. “By means of our own thoughts, which are those of sleeping people imagining they are fully conscious, we cannot reach the thoughts that belong to people who stand in the light of Self remembering, and view the meaning of existence from that level… which weakens the mechanical power of sensual life/thinking and its apparent reality…. Now, if incoming life/impressions falls onto the Work, its energy is transformed; the first Conscious Shock.”

(The Enneagram was a significant part of Gurdjieff’s teaching – an octave of musical intervals wherein the Work’s 1st and 2nd Conscious Shocks occur at the semi-tones.  At the level of 2nd Conscious Shock, negative emotions transform into positive – as I understand it.)

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The Work has to be the skin on which life’s impressions fall. If they fall on me personally, I react with mechanical skinless stress, and recur. There has to be this something to buffer and transpose and filter the events. In fact my journal is this filter. It records, but it attempts to filter the data to allow passage to those who stand in the light. The data become that passage. It is like being in a wood of dark trees, and first the stems turn grey, then the same stems are illumined as light. And then there is a threshold of not knowing but being: my small self gives up trying to solve issues, but touches wood.

Touch wood!

That is neat.

The Work is the process of transforming the negative effects of life. Touching the wood is in the present, the Now.

In the Babel or Confusion of Tongues, none of us understand each other. The Conscious circle of humanity perhaps speak in tongues, like the Pentecost. When I am not in Babel, I seem to hear another person’s being. I seem to hear many tongues of being, like a river, simply as being; and respectful of their private flow. My engine stops.   Every morning, my  writing’s objective is to find this point again:  non-interference.

“Those in the Third Consciousness get help from higher Centres – another way of understanding their apparently insoluble life-problems. … If life could be solved, then this Work could not exist. This Work is to make life possible in the sense that you cannot understand life save in terms of something else. This something else is the Work. Therefore if the Work could fall on the Work, internally we would awake.”

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Observe yourselves uncritically and become more and more conscious of what is in your being and so become more and more objective to yourselves.’

This becomes phenomenological. Instead of my assumptive and headstrong bias, lay out the sensory I’s and attachments on the table; observe uncritically and be aware.

I find this hard, because anxious I obscures all the other I’s. Also, ghastly self image of being a dog with a grimacing gyrating grinning human waving the collar over my head and trying to put it on. Ah-ha. So to observe an I is to be it from inside!   Empathy. Any others?

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What about wading into the sea? being biffed by small salt waves.

The king is in his counting house, counting up his money, the queen is in her parlour, eating bread and honey. Play patience with the game of life.

In general today, do not isolate the I’s, enter and engage with them consciously. Let the Work act on them. Do not analyse but observe – it is extremely difficult to observe the causes of negative emotions. Ah-ha, here is one: the fallout of Romance. My romantic-I enters and invests heart and soul into proud and happy love affairs. Sooner or later that quality begins to shift, to unseat and to change – to doubt itself; to discover it was all a projection or has become one.   What about the warmth, love and happiness that drives and vitalises the projection?  Understand that no state is sustained. Everything arises, settles, changes and vanishes. I have been lucky to have love affairs of different kinds in the Work. Nothing is permanent.

So there are two – dog in collar and Romance-love. These are passionate, enthusiastic states of being, and I just had a hefty dose of the dog in collar. How they run together and blur!

With Maya, a friend's dog whom I loved and have had to say goodbye to - how I cried! - and am starting to recover. This and the other photos of Mask and Mantree were taken by an artist, Tony Wigg in the woods, for a spontaneous 'happening' - I stepped into the mask and veil.

With Maya, a friend’s dog whom I loved and have had to say goodbye to – how I cried! – and am just starting to recover. This and the other photos of Mask and Mantree were taken by an artist, Tony Wigg in the woods, for a spontaneous ‘happening’ – I stepped into the mask and veil.

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There are the Intellectual, Emotional and Moving centres.   It is helpful to recall these, ‘phenomenologically’.

There is the I who doesn’t want to upset or offend. The I who finds it complicated to speak. The bossy controlling I, who knows best. The cliff-path exploring I. The child I.   The creative art I. The perfectionist I.  The liar I.  The lazy idle I.   These for starters.   They all pretend Real-I, but they are not. Real-I offers their inclusive sub stratum. And (added later) – the ASHAMED I, which lost my way home. And FEAR-I. And GUILT-i.

There is an expression: wasting force. Locate and do not waste force.

In the Emotional centre, observe the taste of the emotions, and whether I am identified or not. In the Moving centre, observe physical and subliminal tensions, and how I hurry or move. In the Intellectual centre, be aware of the kinds of thought going on, and whether I am hooked.

(Gurdjieff Movements: Photos by Amir Kaufmann)

gurdjieff movement, photo by amir kaufmann

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Intellectual, Emotional and Moving centres move at different rates. You can’t apply Intellectual centre to Moving centre, because Moving centre is much slower than Intellectual centre’s rapid transactions. But you can use Moving centre with the breath and awareness of hips, soles of feet and so on … to slow down and integrate the other two into a vehicle that stays in gear. Being aware of the three centres is helpful – to discriminate them.

Gurdjieff demonstrated that people have habits in their three centres, which are very difficult to change. It is difficult to change habits in intellectual and emotional centres; it is easier to change them in the moving centre. So he taught the movements and the dances which interrupt the habit.   Work on intellectual and emotional centres must accompany and integrate work on moving centre.  Many years ago I practiced slowing my negative thoughts down to the physical rate of speech.  Mind stuff is mercurially self-addictive like lightning.  It was amazing how quickly it got bored and the drama vanished, when I spelled out the ‘hot thought’ slowly!  I couldn’t complete the sentence.

One of the many disciplines for moving centre, is hatha yoga.

Another exercise: for five minutes, put consciousness into every part of body, beginning with face muscles, to prevent being identified with a stress or wasted force. “Putting consciousness into the muscle tension is both internal and external attention. Try putting it in your right thumb – then in your left.”

Now, a question is asked (p.1253) – “What is this Work about? Why do we do it?”

The Work, the Great Work, and any form of esoteric study or spiritual practice, is done because I am not alone in the world, I live and interact with others. I am thrown in the world systemically among the moving plates of the sea, and how I interact and externally consider others, makes a difference. I cannot live with myself without it – without repeatedly trying to be aware in and as the world.

I seem to embark on long follies or illusions in my relationships and romances. Their learning curve is how I am made. I try to avoid it, and cannot – I throw myself into the golden key. In each, there is good will, love and rich data, as well as shadow. There is recurrence: there may one day come an opening through recurrence.

dancer - colliding tide at shingle street, suffolk

dancer – colliding tide at shingle street, suffolk

 

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Discoveries in Tarot and the Garden 2011 – Part Two

Karmic shape

I am dipping back into an old diary – see previous post.

22 May 2011 – Pentacle:  Dark Pennies and Victory Falls

AVE.  Some strong spiritual leaders of humanity “clothe their higher bodies with physical matter, by stepping down the vibratory rate of their personal vehicles. The greater number are men and women who came into earth-life in the usual way” through the birth canal.

(Quotation from Paul Foster Case)

Every one of us has the unfolding, dormant or active potential of master of humanity: magister.   Ramana and other sages relate to this, in each soul they see. The “grade” is omnipresent, for it is our true Self, and it is mostly unnoticed.

It is a remarkable thing to creep into the embodied arena through that tiny little door and fall into the storms, milk and wiped slate of babyhood.   Our deepest privacy is what we no longer remember, because our memory’s data base rests on learning to read. Before literacy, there is usually an awakening contact with the tribe of past lives, their fruition in this one – the magic of childhood.

The magi move with ease, when their bodies have grown up through the dramas of puberty and infancy.  Hold this impression:   the magister in me through a string of births: the oak inside the acorn: the presence of the magister in every time and place, is a lode star:   I keep returning to talk about it.

Warren & Ibn Gabirol

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My writing in the mornings consists of: spiritual contact, study and psychology – the daily application –  for instance, tales of the garden at Alum Way reflect for me in their textures and patterns of leaves, the contact of the deep. They do, because there is love going on there – enough to much amuse the magister: enough to ground the settlement: enough to reflect the law.   Human love is a servant to the transpersonal.   Instinctively, it makes me work hard and develops my dedication.

Yesterday I sowed the first grass seeds along the edge of the garden where the rubbish dump used to be – I knelt and stroked them into the earth. The man came along at that moment and teased.   In the evening we watch Grand Designs, following persons who build their dream mansions, and all the problems of construction, relationship and planning – a roof which turns out to be too high, etc.   And look at me!   My Grand Design in reverse, removed a mountain, and I end up not high on the roof but hands and knees on the ground, like this – smile.

RAMANA

Ramana used to say, when you dig a well, or realise your Self, all you do is remove what isn’t there.   All that stuff blocking it is space. For much of my life I fantasised Capricornly about building or creating some big thing bare handedly – it turns out to be this space, and it gives me confidence at various levels. Only with our hands touching earth do we realise the heavenly motions.

Yesterday I also painted both gates green – a brighter park-bench Venus green which the man bought and finds more cheerful: his instinctive signal to the Zombies (neighbours) – my green is bigger than yours – and re-organised the back “subconscious” wild garden, moved the tip-rubbish to the other side of its entrance, sorted out the woodpile/long lovely privet poles for fencing, and raked up the man’s grass trimmings.   The Zombies were busy trimming the elderflower tree by the street – they have plans for their little front garden; with their fear of the man, they use their back garden less.   I do not have the social skill to speak to them at present, but I enjoyed the feeling of them working near me: the Meerkat – who has turned blonde – sweeping up leaf-litter by the bins.   The man’s way with the Zombies is now quite sensible – keep distance: aloof courtesy.

Now yesterday – my insights from the garden clearance begin to dew – I jotted that it doesn’t matter to be wrong or mistaken. The magi too are constantly adjusting focus: like one who draws. The fixed fear of making mistakes is egotistic.

I saw when dozing the other day, an image of the Victoria Falls – there are pictures of them in Prof Cox’s universe book, a magical place of rainbows falling (of course) on himself – the fast moving flood tosses turbulent white.   On the brink, bushy islands or trees part the vast spill. I saw this too from a distance, like teeth and gaps, or silhouettes, and imagined myself caught on one of those tree-clumps between the thundering waters: identifying.   I flit like a butterfly by an abyss – cliffs of fall.   The subconscious distils to me the image.   The dark places where the trees cling to rock, along the wide white bite of the falls, shocked and awoke me.   Jung says “unconscious” material floats to the surface and shocks the dreamer.

Similarly: the patches of the finite – vibrant bodylife, and its moods and dreaming cityscapes – are pasted on the infinite. They – the silhouettes – are on a plane merged with the grey Infinite, yet distinct, like threads of oil on water. For some reason the silhouette being not tilted but resting in the plane, pleases me.

I swim in your silhouette, your shadow on the grass – a little pool.   Circles – pennies – of the soul that can lie a little overlapping one another as vesica pisces without invasion, are a  tender discovery. I don’t think it is possible in a relationship’s early stages to venture this, because too many karmic defences and compulsions are being processed.   In the early stages there is infatuation and quite a lot of psychic rape.

daisies shadow

Lay the coins – the shadow discs of the soul – together, move their edges over one another, then back.   The fish where circles overlap, is a fluid oval, and from it the Angel or the Child rises.   Relationship – as spiritual practice – is a field where the shadow discs quiver together like leaves in the breeze.   It is whimsical or it is conscious. The clean parting is as important as the merging.   That is why the Lovers’ hebrew emblem is ZAIN the sword whose tip parts the ways. It applies to partnership and to the binary relationship within my self.

(“And” is VAV, the Hierophant. This is because the hebrew letter VAV means a hook or nail – something that joins things together or bridges souls – and even signifies the grammatical conjunction “and”.)

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The shadow discs lie in the field, deep blue with night. One may look into the other, and empathise, withdraw, empathise. To speak is not necessary.   They throb.

Yesterday was not really optimum for planting grass, with the Moon in last quarter.   However my incentive to carry through, was strong  – the Moon in Capricorn, and Mercury, Venus and Mars in Taurus.   21 May, my daughter’s birthday, is also for me, a moment of the Magi;   they reveal their face.   The gardens – all earth, with some timber piles, a few new shrubs and garlanded with trees – are a beauteous space in readiness, an invitation.   This week is also the man and my 5th anniversary.   There is a curious and welcome spiritual relaxation – take it or leave it – with things.   Removal of anxiety is truth.

But see:   keep clearing:   pause in the inward turned writing, which is on a daily base repetitive, and be silent;   hear and see.   The world was rumoured to come to an end, yesterday.

The gardens are a lens, responding also to my meetings with Jung and Master R at a plain round table in a secret garden by a hedge.   At Alum Way, I am busy in the garden:   here at home I see and rest in it.

bota empress and lovers

Thus the coins overlap and part.  They are pentacles.  The pentacle is a yantra of the bare soft earth, that I tread level in a circle with my feet, for planting.  Pentacles are stars, five-petal flowers, and seals of Solomon;   pentacles are magic rings.  My ideas of circles of grass in squares of ground should not be applied too literally.   The magic gestures are in my writing:   the material and the plans are his.  I watered everything yestereve copiously with Marion’s hose:   but it rained a little anyway, in the night, and now the wind sings in a bright sky with leaves.

The rainbow waters of Victory descend through my flute.   This is Fall – the endless falling of the Light.   Light loves gravity.   Light is also gravity – curved as space around the spheres.   Gravity is endless and everywhere – the falling.   In some parts among the stars, it condenses locally and vorticises to black holes – the birth of stars. Black holes are old collapsed stars.   Their singular rebirth shines through the other side of the spangled cloth.   Stars are infinite, even though they die.   I am infinite, even though I die.   I see above the clouds:   my face is every where.   Is gravity the speed of light?

The lesson of the brown pennies lying in the field, is when I see into your dark with you; I rest with your reality; it is a mystery how we touch.

In the day, the sparkle in your face breaks mine in a smile: your eyes as bright and dark as a child; your bravery in the battle field: your cock and your crisp wit like toast:   your deep voice and will power in your chest and throat: your brown impulsive hands: your flaws: your broken teeth and smokers cough: your unfettered expression of your vulnerability: your emotional zest.

It is wise to keep distinct, my depth perceptions and the surface pools.   They marry and entwine in time – it is the hourglass of the stars.   Where I live as a membrane or sounding board, it is unwise to define too much. The circles on the water expand, contract, change shape to rods and amoebic globes, disappear and reform;   the five mobile islands where Hokhmah dips his hand.

VALE

Point, line, solid

Ah! a thought while blowing out the candle:   my present drift away from esoteric groups and ritual is because I am being assisted by the nature Devas whom I honour in the garden.   I’m glad to be reminded of the Devas.   This clarifies much, and puts the adventure in context.   The Devas spell out things of life very clearly, and dispel hobnobbing.

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Alchemical Ethics: Part Two

Grail Table round

Grail Table Round, 2002

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D asked me to say to him out loud, “Yes I am a difficult person.” This was after I took Maya out into the field to play ball for two hours, hearing him say an hour and a half, but he said 45 mins, and I had left my phone behind and he was climbing the walls convinced I had lost Maya. In fact he had a frightful day with one bloody thing after another, I spilt codliver oil in the car, and he lost the car keys at home and panicked – I picked through the dustbin and he found them in the kitchen drawer. I am a difficult person and I find myself hard to live with. I didn’t like that very much, but it is true. It is a life-long battle inside my fractious personality, trying to limit damage when with others, i.e. not to do or say things chaotically, or increase my own tension by badgering, etc.

What a curious illusion this is!

I saw the truth  … each of us, every single worthy human being is difficult for themselves or others to live with. Those whom I love are often irritating, overbearing or even downright scary. It is our elemental side; our vulnerability. This is how we are, and how life is.  In daily life I search what I think is right, and get stressed when the words vanish, because in summation it isn’t.  I am bullied and chivvied by my ethical ideal. When my vision clears, it is plain that the superego ideal doesn’t work;  it has no power.

hermit, 1987

hermit, 1987

Though ethics are broad cosmic commands – the platonic streams of light in the river – they are not written in any obvious way in the sky. We have to rediscover the melody, and to improvise. The ethic rarely stabilizes as a plan. When interacting with others, it changes perspective with the light, and the desired action may turn out quite different.

Greetings of glad tidings, 1989

Greetings of glad tidings, 1989

This is because the ethical waveband plays a human instrument not in isolation, but as a developing social being – a keyboard or orchestra. The issue must interact and co-respond – the “finding” is not what I meant to find when my mind was closed. With new humility, receiving a more open perspective, I am chastened for the umpteenth time: I was a crusader wearing blinkers.   I know nothing.

Let me try to grasp the way ethics are social, interactive, relational and creative.

I didn't do it - I dropped an egg to see what would happen:  Cornwall 1955

I didn’t do it – I dropped an egg to see what would happen: Cornwall 1955

 

rose star egg

Yes there are Dharmic cosmic strands of consciousness. But the business of being human is scratchy. The ethics are not dished up on a plate. A hen roams and scratches in the ground for the grain which drops out of her nether end as an egg.  The henyard is an earthy mess with disturbed grass-shoots.   Images interlink just now, of golden yoked egg, the planetary orbits around the Solar atom – and which came first, chicken or egg? – the elliptical miracle produced from that feathered backside, is found among some nettles or a nest of hay, and boiled for breakfast. Hen and egg are a great work without beginning, to which the cockerel appears incidental. The cockerel makes the louder noise, standing at dawn to lift his pinions and announce the sunrise: cock crow, YOD – and poor St Peter’s discovery that it had crowed three times, and he had forgotten the courage of his ethics. He had cringed, denied and slept while his Teacher awoke in the garden all night long. His  courage was clouded by the self-preserving fears of his surface mind.

cockerel, 1987

cockerel, 1987

Yes, in myself, this happens daily – the waters are muddied, and I put myself on trial.

Who has the right to do that? Who is the judge?

Sanatana Dharma

Sanatana Dharma

An aspect of ethics is courage – the courage to remember and speak up for what the heart knows is true – the Sanatana Dharma or optimum way to grow at all levels. For those today in prison or under torture for freedom of thought and speech, any failure to protest their conscience is a far worse fate than physical suffering, electric shock or being murdered. For men and women whom regimes attempt to crush, the ethical imperative is simple. The lamp shines in them strong and clear.  They speak.

As humans we are a process so incomplete – racially about eight years old in terms of infancy – that an ethical realisation should bring a daily, hourly practice of compassion for the way we know not what we do. I know not what I do.   For give.

seagulls and plough, woodcut by C.F.Tunnicliffe

seagulls and plough, woodcut by C.F.Tunnicliffe

The intensive study of spiritual matters and platonic virtues leads straight into the field of life where I  churn up mud and feel lost. This is the task of embodiment. Kabbalists say our embodied life on earth is the hard School where our work in the soul is applied. There is no evolution in the soul, unless we plough the physical field. Life on earth – with what it flings at us at every level – is a difficult training.

The manifold crisis today which humanity faces, is a progressive force for transformation in the collective soul.

cockadoodledoing 1987

cockadoodledoing 1987

The ethical waveband appears an eternal verity: but it is not static. It is implanted in the human psyche in order to grow and generate life through each small human. My evolution is a difficult imperative: a combat with failure. The failure is relative, and mostly imagined. Who is responsible? Whom do I try to serve? When I am out in the playground of my primary-school, how am I with my companions? A very early memory arises from village school age six: we sat in pairs back to back on the see-saw: I faced the middle: without thinking, I shifted further and further back and pushed the boy sitting behind me and facing outward off the plank, and onto the ground. When he got to his feet, his nose and mouth were bleeding gristle. Maybe my guilty thoughtlessness was planted there, for the image arises of its own accord now: trust the subconscious. On Her akashic scroll, all is recorded, all is synchronistically delivered.

Astronomer with spinning top and cockerel

Astronomer with spinning top and cockerel 1988

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Be holy, whole, well, sound. The philosophers’ Stone is the universal medicine.  When Yesod and Tifareth – moon and sun – are One, I am EBN (hebrew for Stone) – child with father/mother.

“Never forget human is a social being, and the highest resonance of this is love. The lilies and roses in the Tarot Magician’s garden are symbols of knowledge and love. The hebrew number 53, EBN, Stone is the same which describes the Sun and the Garden by gematria. The red roses in the Magician’s garden are the completion of the Work of the Sun. Without love there is no fulfillment. 

“Garden, Stone and Sun are the One Thing. The flowers are fed by the chemical elements of decomposed stone, and grow by the power of the sun. When we really know this, we cannot help loving our fellow humans:  this is revolutionary. The highest piece of philosophy in nature is love.  Skill in this comes from long practice.  

We fail more than we succeed, but our small successes and breakthroughs are of homeopathic quantum.

(Adapted from Paul Foster Case)

I found in the Chaldean Oracle some pure alchemy:  “For from the (YOD) Source, naught that’s imperfect spins or wheels …  The soul must have measure, rhythm and perfection, to spin, circulate or throb with this Divine Principle.  The Father/Mother does not sow fear, but pours forth persuasion …   controls from within and not from without;  controls by being, by living within, and not by constraining.

an early impression of the muscle of heaven with earth 1987

an early impression of the muscle of heaven with earth 1987

Saturn approaching my natal Cheiron and square to natal ascendent and Saturn this year made me feel confined, anxious and unable to complete my tasks.  Recognising this, relaxes it.  This tension will be shaping my path – between Saturn’s butter-pats – until November.  So go with the flow!

And now go within.  Be within the field.  What is here?

In a field of flowers, the long grass warms my bare feet, encircled with mountains and hills. Over the last twenty-odd years, love shed its turbulence into a deeper strata of acceptance.  Do the beautiful. Go with Grace, one thing at a time. The strata of acceptance under the earth mirrors the ethical aurora borealis of a clear blue sky – Beriah. As above, so below:  be joined!

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Alchemical Ethics – Part One

annapurna2, www.cys-hiking-adventures.blogspot.com.

Ethics in philosophy denote the essence or highest expression of our being.

The ethical plane dawns when the mind is quiet. Ethics are fluid monuments in human consciousness, as the ageless wisdom forms – the ideal platonic forms.

nilakunta magendovid

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I am reminded that no one can agree on ethics except the sages among those mountains. What is good? What is beautiful? What is true? What is a noble way to conduct a relationship and to listen to others?

Gene Keys Golden Path Program

link to gene keys website

In the gene keys teaching of shadow, gift and siddhi for instance, we are invited to observe our shadow deeply – which releases the gift –  and to hold the siddhi and gift around our loved ones. The siddhi is a standing distillation in human nature. It is a great effort to see through my dirty shop window into the room inside. Contemplation of sacred platonic geometry – I believe and feel – nourishes my thought to flower ethically, in a way which is true to nature. I feel sometimes the stillness of these qualities of higher humanity;  to be honest to the moment and what it embraces. Honour the trust in life.

Lilyrose 1 copy

The platonic forms are resonances, melodic notes.

For me, my closest friendships are alchemical processes, and sometimes the astrological synastry – the combined charts – forms a pattern, an ideal form to recall during rough waters.   In my birthchart, the angles of Ascendent, Venus, Uranus and the Karmic nodes formed a Star of David/Seal of Solomon.  In the combined synastry of myself with two of my companions, that same Star forms – almost.  It is work in process.

I find this dimension fascinating.  Some of the aspects in the two synastry charts are not exact, but they lead to the guiding principle.  I drew just the principle features. Also of interest is D and C’s “planetary exchange” through Aries and Taurus:  they are interwoven in an elemental way.  Behind the cloud patterns of our relationships on earth, these elegant correspondences show we are all connected:  a rich Karmic tapestry for the great Work.

In the old days, before I discovered my Star of Solomon aspect-pattern with the Nodes, it was already my guiding star. I love it.  I rest with it, through storms of life. It turns out to be very durable. It seems to make the relationship fruitful, fresh and willing, with a capacity for light and shadow, for challenge, adaptation and change. The ascending triangle is masculine: the descending triangle is feminine; they interpenetrate. The hexagonal geometry of the compass directions, and of solar rays, creates a Cube of Space.

Diagram, cube, weathercock

Solomon's Cube Emblem 6 copy

I want to be true to my ethical foundation, and to let it guide.  The presence of a hidden treasure – which loves to be known – tempers and sustains the bumpy life expression.

Ethics are frequencies pitched on the string.

The ethic is not based on opinion or viewpoint which collapses. Ethic is being true to act in the best interest of the moment which embraces life. There is a responsibility for it not to cause hurt. Pages packed with moral statements are meaningless – my moral defense collapses. My moral defense is irrelevant, conditioned and a waste of time. True ethic is intuitive, intuitional – be true to what I am and what this moment is.

It is silent:  it acts.

Krishnamurti is here – he jettisons the mind’s toilsome wiles.

When we connect to embrace an ideal, to enrich the work of the world, and the human family, there is meaning.  It exists to serve.  When it goes no further than ‘the me and the me’, it tends to go dull or break up.   But when the need rises to rest together, the talk stops.  I feel in touch with what we do and its peculiarity, which suits the time and place. It seems to be a requirement which defeats the mind. It is orchestrated.  It doesn’t take much energy or space, and it doesn’t make baggage: it is carried as light.   I think we all encounter paradox.

My view of ethics honours the astrological resonances, for these are strands of great and subtle beauty that lie along human beings awaiting recognition. Aligning with our higher self, all is well. It doesn’t subtract from relationships, but enhances them. There is a radical Sufi potential: to do the beautiful.

Ethics are much written about, but they are a state of contemplation.   There are citadels of spiritual exercises, duties, meditations, yogas and reminders; but if the path of peace opens with a hint of elder Eden in nature through fire and ice, tooth and claw, all that learning is pointless. It is yet necessary, to graze in this field of trial and error;  to develop a spiritual muscle to withstand complexity, and prevail.

group mandala 2015

Here is a human mandala.  They met the Shadow of the Star, Cross and Crescent in Tifareth and sang and prayed for peace. Each of the 22 participants represented a path of the Tree, an animal of Ezekiel and a card from the Secret Dakini Oracle.  Over the last couple of weeks, Uranus and Pluto formed the seventh and last of a series of locked “squares” (a right angle) in Aries and Capricorn.  As these giant archetypes of change and transformation draw slowly apart – for Uranus begins to detach and move ahead of Pluto –  we may hope that some of the political and local tensions over the last three years, may ease.   Aries is the sign of birth:  Capricorn carries old institutions.  The cardinal collision is between rigid patriarchal systems and the Age of Aquarius:  a new community.  We can reflect on multiple levels of this.

During the Uranus-Pluto square I had a bad fall while helping to manage D’s young black German Shepherd.  I hurt my back and caught a virus –  tugged open in all directions with the planetary stress that day.  It is all recovered now;  a clearing-out initiation,  to embrace the  Nefesh – the animal kingdom.

The human/wild creature symbiosis in all its beauty sent a shock through my system.  She is called Maya.  She is an affectionate and powerful creature, very bright – she came to D just three weeks ago.  We play with her on the floor and hug her, and teach her, and out of doors in the green places she runs free …  and runs …  and runs for the ball, like a panther.   Wolves and sheepdogs are tireless.  She is pure gleaming black, a black fox.  What a spirit!   These pictures were taken on the second day with her – we tied a long washing-line to a tree.  Two days later she was off the lead.  It is amazing how she centres her freedom to her human pack-leader, how saucy she is, and how she loves.

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Yesterday I read the 55th gene key, and some of its related material.  If you visit the website in the gene keys link above, and click on ‘gene keys book’, you can read the whole of Richard Rudd’s chapter on the 55th gene key – the Dragonfly’s Dream.  It describes the pressure of the transformative mutation we are in, and the conversion of the Shadow of Victimization into the Gift and Siddhi of Freedom.  Our Shadow manifests the tension leaving the world, like smoke. Yes, it is dark and obscuring and it is all we can see at present; but those who cannot resonate with what is to come, will tend not to return, as the new gene pool develops. As the age of selfishness dies, our sexuality will transmute and populations will fall dramatically. “The coming epoch will see the sublimation of human sexuality and desire into unconditional love.”

I feel the dawn of this – a conscious effort to love with sobriety, and unconditionally: a matter of choosing to. The beacon of my higher nature feels Dharmic. It is a practice room.

In the human global context, “as our fairy tales tell us, the third time is the charm and always brings redemption.” The human revolution happens in evolutionary terms in an eyeblink, but we who are in it subjectively, feel that it spins itself out over the life time, painfully slow, and seemingly more and more dense, and it is hard to remember the field where all the shining seeds are. It is hard to overcome the doubt. The field where the shining seeds are, is in the sphurana – the heart vibration – here and now.

Tarots: 10, with 8 to the right, and 18 to the left.

tarots march 2015

Under 10 are the Tree glyph and 9 and 20, the hebrew SHIN.

The Sun-wheel (10), Moon (18) and Mercury (9) are the work of alchemy. Key 20 is the Ascension.

On the Tree of Life, Keys 18 and 20 (with the central 32nd path, TAV) converge to Malkuth, Earth.  In this painting, Malkuth has the alchemical glyphs for the alchemical elements.

Kabbalah 1989 79 tree of life - Version 3

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“His practice enables him to demonstrate that his personality is a field for the operation of the Sun. Step by step, it gently and gradually alters his mind and body until he reaches the stage of illumination wherein he perceives directly the truth that he is living the eternal life of the One Power which brings all things into manifestation, and sustains and governs everything in the universe. … He does not believe this. He knows it, and he knows it whether his contemporaries understand him or not.”

Paul Foster Case

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The long range alchemical vision in gene Key 55, is Earth as a garden, a reclaimed wilderness interacting with human self consciousness – Key One, the Magus. Human and wild nature will rediscover their right proportion.

What is ethical?  When the laws of proportion, the Golden System, the fibenacci series, the ratio of 5 to 8 … enrich and hallow the inner gestational life, we start to act with intelligence.  It acts.  Here are alchemical triplicities:

Mercury Sun Moon

Wisdom, Desire, Inertia

Sattva, Rajas, Tamas,

Mercury, Sulphur, Salt

Akasha, Tejas/Agni, Apas, Vayu, Prithvi

Spirit of Fire: flow of Water: breath of Air: touch of Earth

Tree of Life-Gunas copy

“The eternal flesh is hidden in the old earthly man, and it is in the old man as the fire in iron, or as the gold in the dark stone. This is the noble Lapis Philosophorum which the Magi find, which tinctures nature and generates a new son in the old. He who finds that, esteems it more highly than this outward world.

The Stone – EHBN: “He who has it and knows it, if he seeks he may find all things whatsoever are in heaven and in earth. It is the Stone which is rejected of the builders, and is the chief corner stone: upon whatsoever it falls, it grinds to powder and kindles a flame therein. All universities seek it but find it not by their seeking; sometimes it is found by one who seeks it rightly.

“In this Stone there lies hidden whatsoever God and the eternity, also heaven, the stars and elements contain and are able to do: There never was from eternity anything better or more precious than this, and it is offered by God and bestowed upon man; everyone may have it that desires it; it is in a simple form, and has the power of the whole Deity in it.”

Jacob Boehme

Note that “all universities seek it”.

The finding is actually a making or confection. The perfect elements of the Stone exist herein, but must be discovered and brought into union : AB BN. It has to be mined each time afresh. It doesn’t sit there gathering dust. It is alive.

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There is a certain sharpness of the mind on receiving the eternal verity – this I seek when I write or contemplate; most often it doesn’t quite get there, but the search is towards the attunement or flavour or “aaah.” Key Six the Lovers is symbolized by a blade, the sword or ZAIN that receives and differentiates the First Matter. The flavour of the Stone is sharp and pure; it is velvety soft and crumbly as talcum powder. The Stone is in the beauty of life –  cultiver son jardin. The ethics are pulled about by clever brains, but I think their essence  is “rejoice”. They do not form static propositions. They are higher in the human sky, they are higher and deeper in the ground than argument. Put my trust in the ethical principle and feel the right action arise. The ethics are entities, regions of consciousness, ideal forms, and they deliver from beyond what we write down in our books.   They do not correspond to time. They are the ancient of days, and as new as a flowing stream. Silence receives and embraces them. A human is an ethic: as we sow, we reap.

Rest within the ethics, the unbroken cosmic principles.

annapurna book cover - Version 4

An impression of astral and mental planes, of Yetzirah formation and Beriah creation: “il y a d-autres Annapurna dans la vie d’hommes.”

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Reflections on Family

 

Hermes Trismegistos of Alexandria

Hermes Trismegistos of Alexandria

“As above, so below. That which is above is like that which is below.”
(tablet of Hermes, Alexandrian tradition).

We rise and fall – Unite together the Higher with the Lower – heaven with earth – to realise in its full glory, the One Thing.   Let all obscurity depart.

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Friendship in an evolved family situation cares and is neutral at the same time. It is alive between and behind the lines – as a principle at work among family members, through  individuals. The various transactions may pass through and be witnessed, without obstruction.

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Any relationship may potentially obstruct and alienate itself, through the projections it throws up – as waves meet on the surface of the smiling sea, and break. Each relationship carries past history and broken hearts: the subconscious parental scars and stresses to realise and resolve, are mutually attractive forces. But the same waves as hands clapping, pass through each other, and release health-giving ions like photons from the deep: collisions of vital energy: the salt of the earth.   This is how we love.

murmuration of starlings, gretna green by jchip84

murmuration of starlings, gretna green by jchip84

A  family carries the same principle as a murmuration. (A spiritual or martial movement does the same.) A murmuration is a flock of birds forming fish-like patterns in the sky. The murmuration carries single birds in a singing cloud, constantly changing its shape, and greater than the sum of all its fluttering parts.

It is the same with the cells and all the moving parts of the body: the individual element serves the greater, in the natural state. Joy is a dissolution of conflict, as waves become the sea. Conflict arises, settles, changes and vanishes.

the sea, near Alet, St Malo

No individual fixes things – the transcending movement is their outcome. Yet individual effort and awareness in that same movement, relating to other members, is crucial in the way of love.  Awareness of the moving centre through temporary discomfort or imbalance, is a human privilege … of vision. Efficiency is clarity – like sifting diamonds from among pebbles.

It is efficient to part the ingredients so they are in relation, and may be discerned. If we only stir the emotional cauldron around, everything turns into soup and blurs … and the heavy world complains.

(see Nilakantha myth in – 
http://janeadamsart.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/nilakantha-and-the-golden-constellation/

and Letting in the Light –
https://janeaquariel.wordpress.com/2014/09/06/letting-in-the-language-of-light/ )

“I too am human and I care and I make messes because I care.”   As soon as this level is shared it opens the other person’s heart and comes away from the Operatic Aria in the mind – dives into the heart, picks up the phone and goes … whew. What was the fuss about?   There is love and the cosmic joke. Love connects.   Love is the ocean’s smile beneath the waves.

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There is enormous fuss around trying to get things right, trying to say things right, to do what superego says is the Right Thing; and the attitude of trying to be “unselfish”, by saying – I am to blame, because I am not good enough – trying, trying, in all seriousness:   the high-&-mighty persuasive blinkers.

It is the habit of an esoteric life (studying the teachings etc) where integrity matters deeply, to live in the centre of a village, by its fountain, but invisible to many of the villagers.   It takes a long time to feel safe enough to voice what is on my mind.

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Painting a French fountain

Painting a French fountain

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“Oh, leave the young people alone, don’t interfere, they will work it out, you’ll ruin it” – yet without strength and coherence of family feeling, they are overboard and on their own. A family or community blends a diversity of experience – a firm wood to grasp – with the patience and willingness to wait.   Conflict is this resolution.  When we are left alone with no previous experience of love’s rugged rocks and no smile or shared concern or pricking of balloons – we suffer the inefficient injury and get hit.

Sacred India Tarot - the Ashwins

Sacred India Tarot – The Ashwins: Twin deities of the Sun

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Fish Eyes

I see a powerful pike-fish among the community of goldfish or minnows. It doesn’t eat them:  they swim near its jaws, like pilot fish with a shark – the most streamlined creature in the world. The powerful fish is the water of life and how it flows.   Flick! its tail.

Discretionary confidence  is a delicate, precise skill, this way and thataway. It dips oars right, left, as the kayak (or pike) slips and glides along the veins of water: responding to rocks and currents and eddies.  Behind and between the lines of life, this freedom – to move, to care and to see – creates the flow.

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 A Note on Occult Societies

The loyalty to our first teacher is life-long. People who break that essential loyalty and blame their first teachers, lose the game and become bitter.   Our first teachers can be extremely difficult and enigmatic, and even they might go wrong; but what we learn from them – or from being cast out from their protection – is pure gold.

So there are goldfish in the dark waters.  The goldfish is an old Persian symbol.

The occult is the study of depth psychology and (when it darkens) how to use it as a power source. Occultists on the path of light, study the universal workings of nature and the soul, and are humble before the Holy One. Some occult societies however, lack self study – the wheels, nuts & bolts and workings of the human undercarriage. They may instead glamorize the concept, awarding it to members through ritual. This is a narrow valley of “I think I know it all, therefore I have a superior position to you, and a secret password.”

It is  a human tendency to dogmatise:  to say “I am this or that”.

Respecting an occult movement in spirit – although disagreeing with individuals who administrate it – carries the theme of the powerful pike-fish and its flow and flick of tail. This isn’t about leaders, but the principle. Such a society may become doctrinal, dogmatic and rigid – regimenting sexual and family relationships among its members. That is like cutting off a supply of oxygen. It usurps a vital human interchange – the genetic pool – in its physical, social, psychological and spiritual dimensions.   Yet it maintains a strong spiritual body – the intentional power of the sacrifices people made – which reaches down into all its efforts and economy.

easter egg from ukraine

Occult societies who built a power base, make their members co-dependent for their sense of worth, keeping them hard at work for self-development. The principle of “the whole is greater than the sum of its parts” – like a starling murmuration or school of fish –  is simple to obey and energetic to follow, but when a manipulative hierarchy develops, it confines itself. If a member should question the hierarchy and its methods, he or she is ostracised,  made to hand back her seals of authority, and expelled. The slogan is, “by your selfishness you lost everything you learned or achieved with us.”

She may be cut off socially, as her former friends, colleagues and companions in the society no longer speak to her or recognise her.  She may, cast out onto the sands of time, carry the old loyalty through into a transmutation – to ride with the human spirit beyond artificial frontiers, and care for the children.

fountain tree breath

Love is an energy of solar power, entering hearts and issues through family fractal lines. Love transfigures situations as they turn in the light.  Solar transmission – the alchemical Work of the Sun – travels in all directions of space, unlike the lunar which is bi-polar.  The Work of the Sun is a leap of faith beyond the prosaic.  Unselfish love persistently overcomes the selfish.

No human being is perfect.  We all are working on our stuff: “I am human“.

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

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Second Birth

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Children are wide awake at four, five, six years old to intellectual and spiritual and sexual atmosphere, and ask deep questions. After we go to school many of us lose that awakeness.

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Sacred India Tarot 8 of Arrows - Bheeshma surrenders to Krishna

Sacred India Tarot 8 of Arrows

In India, Bhagavad Gita is the Song of God – a sacred space in the field of war – a blend of the sacrament and the battle, which is human; the Songs of God. The god Krishna comes right down into the battlefield, and gives the Teaching to Arjuna.

Something like this must have happened to Ali, the founder of Sufism.

When God told Ibrahim to slay his son, Ibrahim gave up his earthly (and obscuring) attachment to his son, who was then reborn to him consciously. Giving Isaac to God, he received his son.

Comment: This is the Second Birth in all the mystical traditions and in relationships as they evolve. The same “Mystery” is in Yeshua’s willing death, entombment and resurrection.   The seed dies into the ground to grow a tree. Water comes to the boil and gives up being water as it transmutes to a gas: to air.   When we humans awaken, when we pass that boil point, we are suddenly in connection with the whole of humanity;  we never were not.   The human consciousness is at present in this ferment just below the boil, with molecules popping into and out of air. In the subatomic world, particles collide and mutually annihilate, releasing a new particle or photon – the energy quanta of that death-rebirth: the conversation flows.

quantum subparticle interaction back and forth in spacetime 1988

quantum subparticle interaction back and forth in spacetime 1988

In the Heisenberg principle, position and motion of a particle cannot be simultaneously observed: the one cancels the other.   This is because a particle isn’t a point, but a wave. The human understanding dies – gives up its sense of doership – when it receives God:  it passes the boil-point.  Sufi poems are all written at and around the boil-point – or just past it.

I dreamed of flying, it felt like a preview of the ascent just past it: the awakening into a different register – a higher and simpler frequency.   The quantum leap is orbital – the electron waves around an atom are levels – space for space to move both inward and outward, and find expression.

scientist studies a particle

scientist studies a particle 1988

The true meaning of hierarchy is – orbital levels of consciousness:  higher or denser frequencies.  We do not attain to them personally:  they are reoccupied by the soul’s ascending or descending frequency which matches them, and this goes on all day in the mindstuff as in societies;  the process as in the subatomic world, is fluid.

On this principle is conceived the Messiah of each historical phase (be it a day or a lifetime), who holds the axis of the age. The Messiah holds the situational balance, from within.   Few recognise him or her, because “it takes a buddha to see a buddha.”  The Messiah might be working in a garage.

Freedom. Freedom follows this choice, which is made for us. Freedom turns towards it and follows it voluntarily, and opens the phoenix wings.   An old Greek word: Metanoia means to turn. It means to turn and face the music. It is the decision in any difficult and painful moment, to remember and turn to God.

Shepherdess 1988

Shepherdess 1988

There is a Kabbalistic tradition that just before we are born, an angel stops our eyes, ears and mouth: the angel removes our memory of who and what we are. We rediscover our full dimension in the toil of embodiment through babyhood, childhood, adulthood, space and time, relationships and the work and stress and fatigue and beauty of earth-plane. Mostly we do not yet wake from this dream, and more or less stay “dead” – lost in the drama. The second birth occurs when the biological birth reaches its full potential; it is then RIPE and ready to fall from the branch. At this point the biological birth “dies” into the living birth of the Spirit.

When we are born again, when we wake with the Spirit, our cosmic memory awakes:  we discover we always KNEW. This is not the linear, analytical mind, but Greater Mind, which is Being.

Hermes to his son Tat, 1987

Hermes to his son Tat, 1987

On the theme of maturity which is RIPENESS: I once read an old definition of “virgin” meaning “she who is ripe”. Jesus’s mother was in a ripe condition, for the Son of Man to be born to her – a birth of divine consciousness, which is earthed.   So much tragic nonsense and superstition and distorted belief has been written and dogmatized and preached about the simple and unfathomable Mystery.

In the ancient world, it was common for great Teachers to be born to “virgin” mothers – those who were physically and psychologically ripe to mother such a child;  conceived in the normal way.   The core Mystery transcends the religious one.   During the pregnancy, the mother-to-be received “annunciations” and signs that her child was unusual, and sometimes so did the father.

Miracle is a natural state of sacrament:  the points which are waves join up together.

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violet crystal and snowdrop 1988

violet crystal and snowdrop 1988

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over the flame

The theme of embodiment is universal. The Spirit descends into the density of our earth body; and it is our task to let the Spirit descend completely, and to ignite and to raise our soul into itSelf, through our limbs and our understanding and our dance around the fire. It ascends into the descending: the marriage of earth with heaven: inter-penetration.

Some mystics make the mistake of disembodying and giving up life. But the Light must be carried deep into the well, deep into the root, the pain of life, for the tree of life to blossom and bear fruit – collectively and individually.

In olden days, no man was allowed to study Kabbalah until he was at least 40, had raised a family and worked and demonstrated he can manage his life. He had to be mature – a whole human. He had to be ripe.

drinking glass on sea bed

When humanity is in a really desperate condition, invisible wise ones incarnate, are born, and get to work – like yeast in the bread. They are everywhere nowadays. The genuine ones are quiet, because they are tuned into the collective conscious ocean of which we all are pools.

So there is this tremendous spiritual ferment; the suffering, slaughter and corruption on the surface; and profound peace wherever the spirit Reality is touched and spoken.

Some of them woke in prison, in solitary confinement – like Aurobindo and Mandela.

I keep seeing the Triad.   A and C converge at B – the third point – where they ignite a spark: the separate A and C disappear; their child “B” is born as energy, dialogue, insight: the transcending Power which knows the way.   Surrender to God: then tension is gone.

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Adam and Eve needed the knowledge of life, of embodiment and of resistance.   In the garden of Eden, they were an idea in the bliss of God. Driven out of Eden, they descended – and still are descending – into Earth and Form, to realise and embody their full potential, which is Beauty. We say: for God to behold God in relationship. The Sufis say we emerge from and return into God.

In our history over the millenia, Adam and Eve are enacted again and again individually, always anew: their crisis embodies our evolution.

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As they descend, to work with their hands and feet, and suffer the human capacity for self deception and distortion in its entirety through thousands of generations, the seed in the ground which is the Spirit rises again and grows like bread: the Ascension. Whenever a human realises this in full and becomes a Buddha, that whole span of millennia – and many before and after it – extends One Moment: a single and all-encompassing sounding and seeing of the infinite variety.

Ripeness is maturity, full fruit and flower.

The Ascension is invisible except when we are quiet and reflect. Then we hear it. We hear its slow deep “schumann” pulse below our quicker human-tense one.   And we try to align our energy field and intentions and embodiment, to this long, slow wavelength; we try not to forget it. It is the truth.

Most human beings live in profound forgetfulness, dissociated from their origin, and tearing around in traffic jams.

My daughter processes in a long wavelength, a rebirth.   Entering a new phase in her evolution, she is a person who makes things happen for others.  The gift in her is waking up.

vivitar

I talk sometimes  about meanings. The languages of Yin (receptive, intuitive) and Yang (active, logical) begin to join and find their coalescence.

English language is filled with inner “cabals” and playful resonances – such as the meaning of coalescence with convalescence, audially.  The subtle wit of Sanskrit and Hebrew roots is mirrored like trees around a pond: I smile.

Without meanings, we are dead. The meanings connect us mutely to our spiritual prehistory, and as we rediscover them, we are reborn into the whole: the meanings vibrate beyond – yet still within my small city of ideas.

The meanings are our survival: our heart: our loving connectivity:  Gaia in the solar system among the stars.

Conventions (as in parenting) decay and atrophy.   As the conventional meanings die, the deeper one is born. Always …  the deeper meaning parents the child.

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Letting in the Language of Light

Tarot Arcanum 6 The Lovers

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What is detachment?  What is separation?

Detachment distances A from B, sufficient to get a clear view of B, and thus they are in relationship.   Detachment is the noble Buddha nature:  intimacy without entangling. Rafael’s calm clarity presides.

Separation is A tugging away from B, while tightly bound together.  They are blindfold – too close-up to be in relationship:  their belief is locked in separateness, which avoids relationship.   If I stand on a cliff and look down at the sea, I see the rocks, the fishes and the beauty deep down.   When I am in the sea, I cannot see!    When I am climbing the mountain I am too close to it – and struggling –  to see its shape at dawn.

And yet we must swim … and we must climb … and we must be, to see again.

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Painting by Jung, 4 January 1920 - Watering Hades.  Inscription reads: "This the holy caster of water.  The Cabiri grow out of the flowers which spring from the body of the dragon.  Above is the temple."

Painting by Jung, 4 January 1920 – Watering Hades. Inscription reads: “This the holy caster of water. The Cabiri grow out of the flowers which spring from the body of the dragon. Above is the temple.”   How Aquarian this is!

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In the Red Book, Jung shot down a proud enemy.  He says:  “I forced a greater and stronger one to be my friend.  Nothing should separate me from him, the dark one.  If I want to leave him, he follows me like my shadow … Who succeeded in crossing the borders of this realm with good grounds, pure conscience and obeying the law of love?  … Who is it that tore apart his own heart to unite what has been separated?”

He turns to meet his Shadow. “He will turn into fear if I deny him …  In that I accepted myself, I divided myself into two, and in that I united myself with myself.”

As in The Lovers, Tarot Key 6, whose hebrew letter is ZAIN, sword-tip, he parted his selves with the blade of discernment and turned them to face each other openly:  to dialogue reciprocally and become united.  The sword tip moves deftly, to un-mix things. It separates ingredients so they stand in relation with one another.  It reverses co-dependency – when humans are mixed up with each other, they cannot see clearly.

 

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In this picture-story, I abandoned drawing (and writing) with my right hand, and started to do it with my left.  You can too – and see how it feels.

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Detachment is lucid union – a major achievement with one’s shadow, as with the beloved!  We turn to look and see.  Be still and know that I am.   This is not easy when the gut is churning or worrying black soul-nights.

But we turn (metanoia) to see.   To see is to befriend.   This beautiful word metanoia means “repent” – whose true meaning is “to turn and learn.”  To turn … is choosing and letting in the Light.

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Unity is not alone.   Unity is dialogue, the passing to and fro of Being.

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