Mysteries of Master R (18) – Trinosofia 10 part two: Join up Stars and Wings

Here is Part Two of my reflection along Master R’s Trinosofia Chapter Ten.  This stage of the Alchemy moves between “Incineration” and “Fermentation” and is ruled by Sagittarius and Capricorn  The initiate passed through negrido – the “Putrefaction” stage  – and arose from the darkness into light.  He waded a lake in which the shadow paled to turquoise;  he reached a palace of light with a butterfly over the door.  Effectively he emerged from chrysalis.  What does he find?

The text and commentary are in “Trinosofia Texts” above, in the title bar; scroll down to the beginning of Chapter Ten.  My previous post began to explore a concept of solar energy – the conscious life force as a living battery or crystal.  Now read on:

The lighting up of the Solar battery, diminishes the small-i of its own accord.   I give attention to the current rather than to the so called problem and its literature.  All problems lead to the Current, which is why teachers and sages ask for questions, to get them going.  It is why Krishnamurti travelled around the world to give talks, rather than stay quietly in one place.  Great souls include the currants in their cake!

I dreamt I was with an interesting tall man in a wood. I think we walked down towards a brook.  He was a sheep farmer.  He had two dogs to work the sheep in the wood.  They were not collies, but they were quite fine looking animals, coloured sorrel and blond, with shaggy fur all over their heads. I wonder if they were poles of the battery.  They were intelligent at their job.   It was part of a story.

The sheep are thoughts, woolly:  the shepherd and dogs are guardians of the mind, they are upstream of the sheep.   Magid.  Attention, as Jiddu Krishnamurti would say, is to the river of life, in which the small troubled i is floated away.

Krishnamurti at Gstaad

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A beautiful walk up into the Quantock hills last night as it grew dark, with the wind’s orchestra in the trees and gentle sure feet, yielded hips to soft steep ground.  Practice intentionally my Solar battery’s independence of manufactured power line.  It is our food. Its sleeping potential is our fuel supply – the abundantly subtle clean energy … inside and out. To keep invoking, remembering and intending it is the Great Work. Quintessentially it is timely for me to move with Master R; the sweet Solitude with the Companions of the Light.  Winter: try to be more out of doors in the wet leaves.

Original illustration in “The Most Holy Trinosofia”, Chapter 10. The Commentary says he wears the green robe of Venus

There is a strange mixture:  the profound peace of the Solar battery’s current and of gravity … with the processing of  alchemy which makes the water flow thickly.  There is too much in the woven silk of life to frame it with anyone’s teaching product.

As the focus deepens, so I have access to ask more: how best to serve the strange solitary yet deeply connected role, “outside the village”?  Give the Magid more room in my being and breath, this harbour of the Sea.  Follow the Wind’s Gentle Direction when scribing in or out of community and visiting my mother on the Quantock hills.  She looked better yesterday.  A chest cold with antibiotics – especially at 95 –  takes a while to regain strength from; she took rather a turn after a nip of hot whisky, and I stroked her head as she recovered.  She discovered her body’s firm resistance to dying. She lives in her house, with good neighbour support.

I found this letter from her to her father, written in 1960:

“No I don’t think it’s really true that there is a special need for the sea.  I do know just what you mean and when with the sea, a certain need is often deeply fed and satisfied.  But what there is for us in the sea is there also in the trees and sky and clouds and grass, if it is there in our hearts to respond.  If we have to seek it out by road, rail or air specifically at chosen spots, it hasn’t really any significance, it’s just another kind of telly.  I do think we all need sometimes to be alone and quiet and in communication with things which are not manmade – but if we feel that the sea has this focus which the sky has not, then I think we need to sit down quietly and empty ourselves of chatter so that we can be more receptive … Mind you, I have a fearful feeling for the sea myself, and often a powerful yearning – but I think this yearning is very physical – so much so that it goes right back to the beginning of life in the earliest oceans. Inasmuch as there is no separation of the physical and spiritual, I suppose you might call this a spiritual need – but I don’t really think it’s a need at all.  I think all we need is here, where we are.

“Today I was crippled – but even if this was to go on for the rest of my life, I don’t want NOT TO BE any more, just because I can’t run on the hills and swim in the sea.  These are just ways of being myself by becoming for a moment the moors or the sea.  But if I am in direct communication with everything about me, then there is no ‘ME’ as an entity apart from all else, and so I no longer need to lose myself in the sea or the telly or social welfare or anything. 

“I think it is up to each of us to make our lives quiet and simple so that we can understand these things.  I am very, very privileged, because I have been allowed to grow in comparative freedom.  But I am no more privileged than any other human being ought to be.  We have stunted ourselves so terribly – so obliterated our natural abilities and perceptions, that most of us after we are two years old, can see nothing as it really is, but only in a warped and twisted light.

“… …Loving is true living, and we all fall short of that.”

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The core integrity keeps a good trapezoid fluidity around the centre of gravity.  Practice establishes it at the heart of life.  My Tai Chi friend Mrs B talks to and soothes her irregular heart in this way.  For her, like for me, the Treasure opens up and it is wonderful – and vulnerable – to be Old.

How to tune to the ongoing Grace?  Flow into it, intentionally letting go.  The intention is nothing but clarity. My body’s own knowledge and balance follows through, without the mind.  The movement enters the Body of Light.  It is good to recall the Body of Light in any manifestation.  The conscious intention is enough for it to occasionally spring into That.  The beautiful moments of Flow, at first rare, slowly coalesce to a frequency.

Here is an insight of the Wave, and why it is called a Frequency.  The different pulses of Frequency high or low, slow or fast, determine the Fibre band.  The Fibre connects mountains and river valleys like the grain along the wood.  When thinking of the Light body, slip into the wood, the water and the Stone; perhaps I see Nanda Devi or hear Liszt’s Rose theme.  It hums authentically.  It bypasses the formal instruction’s “Dummy of Light”.  The golem in a white robe – a diving suit for recognition by other higher-astral swimmers – is not my cup of tea.  My clarity with the Light body isn’t conventional but Aquarian and direct.

Early sketch – 2003

Moments of Contact come.  Much of the time, there is fumbling and fatigue.  Each day the morning opens this potential espousal with the fountain, there is heat, Master R is near.   His tentacle towards me enjoys mountain climbing! – to ascend the allegory of the Ground.

Ascension is Contact, Embodiment, Embrace.

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I walked over to Belsize yesterday.  In wet autumn leaves I strolled round the small woodland conservation area behind Downside Crescent and applied gentle Gevurah to my emotions which arise.  I am bereaved don’t-you-know, of “my old friend’s” presence in the district.  My Gevurah is to notice but not indulge or brood.  Those woods in the old days were a hidden tangled web, they are not green but wild dark autumnal brown and grey, and in my Watershed they were an eastern sea-board washing up to the hinterland of Haverstock Hill.

What rich untidy rooms to revisit! The story is in my blood stream but not trapped.  That steep wood now is “managed” with constructed paths for walkers and illustrated notices of the foxes, birds and wildlife it harbours.   Around it stand tower-blocks, the Isokon flats and the Royal Free hospital.  I spoke to a joyful couple who saw a woodpecker.  At the top is the ivy clad tower – the chimney, the well which ventilates the Northern Line tunnel deep below.  His spirit in my wandering has this landscape now.  Do the memories hold me back?   No – for I don’t cling to them, but recognise the impression passing through, and monitor changes.  His limited outline in life turns into my Unlimited Life.  That is OK business.   Grey woods.

I walked up the Heath after Belsize but I don’t care for it much – too many people and trampled mud.  Yesterday I typed the Trinosofia chapter Ten and commentary into Aquariel’s Trinosofia Texts page. There is kindling for further deep teachings from the Maestro.

But I am still in the Belsize wood, for out of the damp dark ground comes my old dream about the man in prison and the fishes and the scars on his thumbs and his question about astrology.  He was fettered.  As I write, the force of it fades.  Small eruptions of captured life in death:  the Underground chimney out of which the wound spoke.  There are themes as in a symphony or Sonata form.  At first the poem is silent.  During the night, it ferments and joins up stars and wings.

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In Chapter Ten the initiate dances out from the tomb, striking the inscribed stone lid with his lance or Rod.  I feel the release of the beauty and purity of life through the dead.

The completed drawing: 1 – 9 December 2019. “The drawing depicts the final victory of the spiritualised soul over the limitations of the bodily tomb.  The green garment reveals the adept to be clothed in his illumined soul, which is under the rulership of Venus.  The breastplate bears upon it cryptic letters which mean LIFE.  The Initiate has achieved immortality.  For him the tomb will be forever empty.  He has become one of that small band of the enlightened ‘whom death has forgotten’.
“The Arabic characters on the lid of the coffin admonish the Elect that they should seize upon a certain undesignated mystery ‘when the sixth sign or age is to be the breath.’
“These words evidently refer to the parts of a ritual.  That which is to be seized upon is the ‘master secret of alchemy.’  (MANLY P. HALL)

This was a difficult drawing to realise and then adjust to the scanner’s tonal “interpretation”.  I wanted gleams of  rainbow mother-of-pearl  in the “steam” …  The steam is alchemical condensation: the distillation of an intensity of life.  It heats up into droplets on the athanor, through which sparkles the Sun.

Here is serpent/sperm in egg, with Capricorn/Cancer nodal polarity – on a foliating nest.  (copy of the decoration in the text)

 

It is enough now to touch base with each profound Key of life when it surfaces its poem – like today, the essence of the Bear (34th I Ching Hexagram/Gene Key) – the shadow which is Force transforms through the Gift of Strength to Majesty when I go climbing; and  revisiting the Belsize wood.

I am sure my old friend is free though grumpy at times with what he doesn’t understand. In my heart he is free and that is huge.  As in the smoke on the moon’s face I, the bent and shawled old lady, tend the garden.  Lilies and roses arose.  The heart of any soul when it is huge and untrammelled moves through all other hearts in the deep.  Here I love him. Here in Hades playing my lyre, I need not turn to see if the beloved is following.  I am she unashamed who bears the children, and he has his domain.  The love is gratitude: to scribe each morning the collected poem of yesterday.  Yes to the day!

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

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Mysteries of Master R (17) – Trinosofia 10: Solar Battery

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I would prefer to add a short succinct impression to Master R’s meditation and Mr Hall’s commentary on Chapter Ten in the Trinosofia Texts (see title bar and scroll down.)  But skimming my journal of the last few days, teachings appear.

These teachings arise spontaneously in the movement with Magid; so here they are:

It came clear to me that we outgrow the need for practices or ritual.  The form was built in during the “lessons” and it is the Tree of Life.  My writing is my body of Light to enter, to travel and to encounter existentially.  Though I feel foggy and groggy, I remember that stepping into body of Light is the Tsim Tsum itself (God beholds God) – step into the unknown day of the Holy One’s room …  Creep along wet autumn ground-leaves among birch and oak like a rabbit.

Master R is near.  I love the simplicity I am brought to – this gradual tentative way to connect.  The so-called weak force (gravity) brings me Home.

Original illustration – Trinosofia Chapter 10

My SOS call to Master R invokes the Tree. Just able to reach Tifareth, again and again I try, not as the talisman the shallow mind proposes, but in the inner work to get the door open again – lift the lid; listen, receive, notice, allow room for the picture to develop.  The Beauty is to be aware of flat-screen habit and consciously observe the depth of field.  The famous tsim tsum genesis of the Holy One to create a space to behold the Holy One  – the big bang – is potential in every instant.

The human linear trap is sad indeed and due for overhaul, and lucky I am to see above the waves sometimes.  The landscape reveals that the Great Change is true.  The present co-dependent infrastructure cannot prevail for long.  Yet there are a vast quantity of rooms for it all;  parallel universes, parallel lives and times work out their span as history erupts.  Mostly we cannot see this and we labour along one groove, in peril or as habit continues to form.  A sea of rooftops and hard roads surrounds us.

It will become a flowering spring wilderness.  As the feelings deepen into my heart the “Thou art God” opens.  So there is the undulating field-and-urban North country landscape (intra-Pennines) with its sharp hills and sprawling industry cities. Most of the people (except for the homeless) are living inside tablets of luxury.  Into the land going deeper are the cracks and creases of wet woodland, a high gritstone crag and clear brown river, even with the paper-mill puffing smoke and lorries up and down the lane. Great moss-covered slabs fell from the cliff and are overgrown. Around the populous twisted valleys gleam the high cold moors.

I feel, seeing the complicated north country, more than ever convinced of the underlying Change, even though the juggernaut grinds on faster than ever against the brake.  I differentiate between my way of seeing and the inertia way of dreaming.  It is natural for the majority to sleepwalk.

Decorations accompanying chapters 10 and 9 in the book.  The pencil notes are jottings from Anthar  Kharana’s teachings for human/Gaia, which I listened to, while I drew.  “Territory in palm of hand lines – transform territory out there by taking care of territory in here. The cells put together form creative blood.  Families … villages … continents.  Transform my Wind, the way I think.  As my actions change, so does the wind and the cloud.  Give attention to the inner waters, the blood flow.  Let’s clean the rivers!  The 4 elements IN HERE start the Change.  The human asked for Light and got the Shadow. (The human gets to illumine the Dark.)  My purpose is taking care of the seeds for the new time.”  (Anthar Kharana, Colombia)

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The Tsim Tsum here is simple.  Step into the room.   The whole movement is an apple, a form of sacred geometry, ever alive and forming itself.  It is for giving. It is as alive and rounded as that, today.  There is no time.  There is ripening and continuous alignment – the Fruit of the Rose.  This is real: not the flat-screen telly product.  Depth, and more depth, in seeing, perceiving, feeling, being – into the crevices of the land and behind the mind.  Illumine and drive out the beetled doubts.

 

I dreamed I walked with my late forgiven and much loved nemesis up a wide path in a wood.  I had just seen a film which moved me, like the 6^th Sun and he had too.  But he was grumpy and said it meant nothing to him.  He was in late middle age, quite tall and bulky, and disappointed that the treasures humans offer him are so slight and superficial.

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I feel concern at my inability to continue a course of esoteric study –  am I losing my Contact?  Too much world and relationships?

Then Master R in his Merlin aspect came to my Flow and said,

“Do you want to stay in a bubble, or do you want to flow as the river?   No course of learning is permanent.  They are means to an end.   The end breaks open the graduation cell, and you feel the world rush in.   It bruises the nerve ends.   I say to you – keep swimming with Providence.   The landscape by which you find me, is roped and ridged with hills and valleys like water stirred by the wind, or ripples in the sand, or waves in the sea, or the grain in the wood.   The hills and valleys have woods, villages and fields.   Convert the solid to fluidity:  be at home in every element – the tumbling cube.    Keep learning to listen, concentrate and ascertain your friend’s need, a situation’s need, without fussing and without suffering:  be flexible.   We assure you – you are never without our regard.  You are never without our guidance.   You have not strayed.   How can you stray?  Where to?

“The oak tree –the red queen pulled Alice – is too vast to run past, however fast you run.   The oak tree is all your life and understanding.

“Consider this – study and working on yourself has little time to stand and gaze at the oak tree in all its glory.   Be this the lesson of this present year:  stand still, raise your head and look – like a deer in the forest.    We packed you full of learning.   Now receive.

“Discard glamour and embrace the Good.  It is for giving.  It is like the oak tree.  The oak tree is life.  Keep going.   Climb up it sometimes.”

Here is Menes – an aspect of Merlin in my world.  He lives on an island in a lake, a smallholder, and he can live on very little – I wondered there, about his supplies.  But the ancient and new wisdom is self-generating, without need for much “supplies”.  It is the interior crystal or power and nourishment source. All it needs is to wake up to and tune in to where it hums.  It is there: the conscious battery-cell.  There are some outward forms to make it manifest – like harvesting apples and keeping bees – but it is timelessly easier.  There is little resistance.

Like Master R he is adequately fuelled by oats, honey and fresh water.   I am sure he keeps hens.   He presses strong cider from his fruit trees.   He is quite busy.  Profoundly Virgoan, he somehow manages to grow and grind enough oats and wheat for his bread, and for visitors. He has the gift of the Magidim to expand his present supply – the well never empties.   It is the Way of handling the physical environment, a way of touch.   I can learn everything from this, to nourish the way I accompany my loved ones.

Such a being is maintained physically through his well-fed students.   We give him manifestation.  It is a high Beriatic Law which in lower Yetzirah gets perverted to vampirism.   Vampirism is not just Dracula tales, it is rampant through ignorance in relationships and the commercial world.   But the Law between student/disciple and the Inner-plane being, is the Law of love – a two-way current of regeneration.   As Ramesh Balsekar used to say, there is no Guru until the devotee discovers and makes him so.   Guru manifests in dialogue, in relationship.  Guru takes shape and eternal fluid form, according to the desire for space, for peace and interior contact.

The interior contact established, is Antakharana or pipeline for the Maestri.   It is the conduit from an electron orbit of life, to a higher one.  Through Daat on the Tree, the quantum leaps. Profound distress is often the prompt.   Out of the depth we cry to thee, and we leap.

Parker Stafford, a glass worker whose writings waken the Infinite, wrote to me once – his own hermit speaking:  “… a peculiar way of learning to see or look … can stir the two energies enough to get them moving in this grand experience which is awakening – which is the heart of alchemy in the body.  Bringing them forward in this way is like connecting the negative and positive ends of a battery.  The light comes on.

“… perhaps you are ready to die to that tight restrictive self you have inhabited bubble … snake skin … constantly being shed over and over … perhaps ready to watch the shell of it slip into the deep quiet as rays of light beckon for you to reach up into the sparkling surface of what is, in truth, a great ocean of cosmic consciousness … a sea we all swim in whether we know it or not.  You lose only what does not serve you …”

The battery comes on, as the poles are touched.   This feeling I know well;  and when it comes on gently, it conducts.

I had an old fascination with a dark woody twig, wand or pole, which is the battery to awake.   When it is awake, it is simple; no skins to shed – the battery and the Light.   The  torch illumining the coal face is SO SIMPLE.  The old relationship was a battery.  It battered, and light came.  But it is actually a little long-life battery cell with + and – ends. The couple sleep head to toe. My nature converted it to original light and power, not just a congealed memory.   Thus it is not an attachment but an instrument.   “Convert” is the root of “conversation”.

The token offered this morning is RESPONSE, as in the button pressed which joins the poles and gives light.  My solar battery is the pair of snakes around the staff;  the battery is the Fountain:  the battery is Kether-Malkuth.

This is a sequence of battery paintings in my past work – lovers costing too much blood, the snake, the horse cantering round the mud, the naked She sitting by it, the torches at the coal face … and perhaps the male thrusting through the wall, the shaman forest and the heart-strings.

Clearly, I use a CONVERTER.

To CONTINUE

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Copy of a design in the pages of the Trinosofia Chapter 10

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

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Mysteries of Master R – 16: Transform Dark tones into Light

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An interlude between the Trinosofia chapter 9 (previous post) and chapter 10 … Go into the cave.  Find the jewel!

My labours can bear lovely fruit.  What a joyous and at moments hilarious soul clearing and convergence at a point in time; a beautiful Piece from the sky dropped into place, The sky goes on doing that, whatever the dream on the ground!

Happiness flowed back into my life.   The kernel  is the Liberation which – repeatedly challenged – seems to project my profound alchemic purpose in this lifetime.  It touches beyond my view.  To be a watcher, a bystander, is fascinating, because I know at last the other part of the story – L’s friendship with T at the end of his life.  Did a renewed gesture of grace glow within that?  Without going into my own narrative detail here … what private matter awakens in your map of life?

Catch the connection, the dew, the gem;  edge of the robe of the Holy One; the joy of living; the place where the Shadow transforms. When that happened like the sun coming out, I knew that in the past, my heart’s desire was for us to be family.  After L died, I had a dream, and in that reality he came to me, and we were. It  prevailed through the Karmic wandering off-course, like a rock with the coverings washed away.

dew on leaf

The blind lead the blind, but the sense of hearing detects great Wisdom as toilsome processes in the soul touch base and are released. There is a beautiful, breath-taking visit of the Enigma.  It is like the virgin holding the Holy Child in her lap.   Yes, the Enigma.  The Enigma is freedom.  One of my Trinosofia drawings is called Enigma.  It is a great low arch built of brick like a bridge, convex or concave; and under it in the darkness, a kind of conversation starts to glow and activate.

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Go into the cave, find the jewel, the gem, and bring it out into the world.  Go deep, as deep as you can; and bring it to life!  The ripple coalesces with an earth movement through innumerable persons’ soul process around the world.  Though yours!  That is the all-connecting timbre;  the awakening reality of living in the Master’s Eye;  the enabler.  It stops me in my tracks.

All day yesterday putting the new Trinosofia Nine post together.  That is a journey into the cave.  The initiate in red (Mars) brings out the cadaver, but the Light of the Lake will dissolve the cadaver into the jewel; the Photon.  Through the dead, the atoms move and the Unexpected happens.  It is an utterly different coming to life, from what was thought about in the surface plan.  This principle holds for the deeper and wider collective.

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My daughter discovered a new industry called Heliogen which seems to have just launched itself publicly.  It hives solar energy with hexagonal mirrors, like a lighthouse.  There is also a new eyesore gadget gravity tower with cranes lifting and dropping concrete blocks – a child’s toy –  it is called an “Energy Vault”. We will in the next few years be living in a world of aggressively competing green and solar industries!  The human sleek suit, tie and footprint is utilised to make a change; to work like ants on what has been spoiled.  It combines crackpot inventor with a  new style of informality with the customer, to promote dialogue, transparent access and nice-guy leadership.

The lightening of my heart today is because of alchemy, because of going into the cave with Le Comte, with a widening of my open arms and heart.  I told a friend who visited yesterday and saw the drawings on my kitchen table, that it is Phoenix.  He rang later and said he was moved by them.

Ah – the virgin holds the Holy Child, astonished; I drew her for a charity Xmas card – the original lay there on the table, with Trinosofia drawings 8, 9 and 10 … the whole picture. and I was struck just now this moment with the wonder of the Holy Child in my arms. Whenever the miracle chimes in life, the dark organ-notes transmute. The wonder of it was – when still ashes – the weight of the cadaver in the cave.   How extraordinary life is.

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An I Ching Oracle from a different time touches today.  

A little more with the Rabbi Ching.  This contemplation stripped of my own details, is offered for your reflection also.  Conduct of the tao?

It is Heaven over Lake “Treading”, changing to Heaven over Heaven, “the Creative”.

This old Advaita sketch of “the Tiger’s jaws” inverts the I Ching image, but you may imagine yourself walking behind the tiger.  The oracle says:

“Treading on tiger’s tail; but the tiger does not bite the man, because it is light hearted and in good humour. The weak follows the strong and is scared. One handles wild intractable people, with decorum. There is no envy in the elevations of heaven and the lake. The discussion is of the hierarchy of inner worth – respecting the grades – and this is somewhere in the mutual soul history and its castes.

“A Yin line changing to Yang in 3rd place – Don’t be reckless. If I have one eye and am lame, I can see and tread a bit, but not enough. To plunge ahead is only the way of a warrior battling for his Prince. Is that necessary? Understand the situation’s polarities first. Get to know them. Give it time.

“The whole fruit yin yang has to be given time, because the Creative it changes to, is so powerful: a massive tiger indeed.  I feel cautious and frightened of saying too much. “Treading” 10 is before “T’ai” – Peace 11. In the internal trigrams of “Treading”, Wind and Lake combine. The yielding Yin turns to Water Abysmal, deep inside. She enters with fear and trembling; it is crucial to the Conduct of character and creation. Joyousness moves in the same direction as the Creative. “Respect” suggests an apprentice. I am easily bitten by the tiger here. It awakens a Simon Forman glamour misgiving.

“Treading” changes to the full Yang Creative: and the Creative can go any which way, according to the Conduct preceding it. Six big dragons. As one Heaven Day follows another, it creates Time and Space and Duration. Cast out all which is inferior or degrading. The ideal is tireless.  It suggests the Interior and Supernal guidance following itself.

My three relationship situations through different times are inter-woven, in terms of dynamic. The base line is the philosophy, deeper than playtime, to transform the dark tones into light.  Observing alchemical quanta, the way is not analytical (which wastes time).  The way is of worship.  What is worship?   It is when the small self stands aside for the miracle, the unknown Wholeness to fill the jug;  to keep silent.  These details don’t make sense to an outsider but are important for me to grasp with clarity as I love and am committed to the process of Being.

The 10^th Gene Key (I Ching “Treading”) is called “Ease of Being”.  It moves from the Self-Obsession Shadow through the discovered gift of Naturalness to “Being”.   The beauty is under all the rocks and weathers.  Be still!   The pure underground river of your life flows out from a limestone cave and into the world.

River emerges: Malham, Yorkshire

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And touching on a dream in my journal six years ago:

In connection with a healing adventure with some companions, I wore my long white Arab nightdress – we went out along the street to another house.  I forgot to put my shoes on, so my feet were clean and bare – even in February.   Purity.  A younger woman held my left hand.   When I woke, I thought of this:  the hand and ripe body touched, of an older mature woman, me.   I am this older mature woman place/space, and I must occupy and be her!  I have no other choice in all the world.

This and no other, of all the spaces in the world is mine and where I have to be, like it or not, and wake up!   Move into this space and be its conscious choice, just as an electron state moves into an orbital particle.  In fact, WE DO NOT LIVE INSIDE OURSELVES!   We live sort of around ourselves, around the surface body, smearing it with crèmes and clothes and frightened of its interior, touching the blank with clumsy caution, and making up vast lifestyles which entertain & admit the displacement volume but do not enter it.  It is blind, blank, neglected – festooned with models, glamour, athletic workout and fantasy.

But what of the miraculous, Earth’s organs of Life inside; liver, heart, lungs, kidneys, womb, blood, endocrines?  The vibrant meridian paths, the nadis?  They are designed with the constellations in sacred geometry; the glory of their colour and movement eternally hidden from the physical eye.  Alchemy is in the dark. As soon as any piece of it is taken out of the body, it collapses and is dead.

Except for birth itself … the child!

I was in white and barefoot.   This means my Body of Light.  Quite rightly, I never subscribed to the teaching that one must somehow hop into a projected shell.  In this local bloodstream waterfall, I live and travel to every accessible dimension.   This is a significant subconscious recognition, or shift.

Here, Saint-Germain speaks on the subject of …

THIS, YOUR BODY
is the instrument
whereon may be played the Song of Life.

Nay, it is more than this,
for on this harp of ten thousand strings
the wind of the Spirit moves ever,
and sounds night and day
the melodies and harmonies
of that Eternal Song.

Yet few there be with ears to hear.
For that hearing is too often dulled
by the noisy clamour of the world’s illusion.

Yet he who has eyes to see,
and mind to remember,
may see that the heart of meaning
has to do with Hearing.

Variation on  a decoration in this chapter of the Trinosofia book.  The Hebrew letters Resh, Qoph, Kaph, represent the head, the back of the head and the hand.

How few there are
who listen
for the still small music
of the Eternal Song!

 

From Master R’s Teaching on Malkuth (1947) in The Book of Tokens

 

 

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

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Mysteries of Master R: 15 – The Holy Trinosofia, Chapter 9

Master Rakoczy, St-Germain – 7 July 2015

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:

White Lion and Grapes (2015) Illustration from the Holy Trinosofia, Chapter 8

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:

Illustration from the text of the Trinosofia; copy from the original painting by Master R, which disappeared.

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)

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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.

Detail from the illustrated text of the Trinosofia

Manly P Hall comments: “The name of the hall is Corruption. The name of the first lake is the Beginning of Corruption, and the name of the second lake is the End of Corruption.  The three cipher words when connected, give the meaning, ‘Corruption is the beginning of decay, and corruption is followed by death.’ “In the perfecting of the Stone of the Wise Man, it was discovered that it is impossible to unite the various elements into new fundamental patterns until each has been reduced to its most simple and original condition. This reduction, or the destroying of the personality of the elements, is the philosophical Corruption which, brought about by the Art, destroys all apparent differences in the alchemical materials, and renders possible a perfect mingling of their principles, to eventuate in the formation of the divine Stone. “Mystically, the philosophic death is the destruction of the numerous aspects of the personality, so that from the soul and its extensions (the divine elements) may be formed the Diamond Soul of the Rose Cross.”

(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)

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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.

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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.

Hermes in the sea – alchemical engraving in Roob’s “Alchemy & Mysticism”

“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.

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Next Day

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.

Trinosofia NINE

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 18^th 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.

Ophiocus Sagittarius – detail

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.

Sacred India Tarot Siva ace of Lotuses, detail

“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.

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A song (circa 1770, written in London) by Master Rakoczy, Saint-Germain.  Xeroxed from the British Library collection

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

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Mysteries of Master R – Part 14: Trinosofia Chapter 8

Copy of illustration, Trinosofia section 8

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This post continues my improvisations on Master R’s “The Most Holy Trinosofia”.

I copied the above illustration from the Trinosofia facsimile book which is available online in colour through SCRIBD.  The reproduction quality online is not sharp, so I had to guess at the hieroglyphs on the side panels.  Otherwise I use the book “Most Holy Trinosofia” presented by Manly P Hall, and published by the Philosophical Research Society in 1983.  It has poor quality black and white reproductions of Master R’s (copied) paintings.  His art was witnessed, but disappeared mysteriously.  He left nothing in his name except for his music and some seminal writings, yet he is everywhere

As always, the best way for me to understand a symbol and to make it my own, is to earth it by drawing, to love and recreate it in this way.   Poetic license enters;  the system is not rigid, but evolving.  The grapes kept reproducing themselves as my pencil turned. The background in the original is plain, but I gave it a Beriah (world of Creation) sky colour, blending to grey, the silvery tone of Hokhmah, Wisdom.

The altar in which the secret fire burns is Philo Sofia, a lover of wisdom.

To read the chapter itself, and Hall’s commentary on the text, open Trinosofia Texts in the black title bar of this blog, and scroll down to chapter 8.

First, here is what I wrote about the painting and its imagery, in my earlier studies:

Journal 16 September 2003
Well, the day is passing, and my stream no longer running. But I read again yesterday the Eighth Stage of Trinosofia, with Manly Palmer Hall’s help.

The blazing Solar genius is clouded from the profane. The initiate goes into a room, and sees above the altar, a painting on the wall:  in it, the white lion wears a crown of seven rays, and is dignified. That means light, before the rainbow refracts it.  Hall’s commentary: “This is no longer the despotic lion of the earlier illustration.  Ambition has been transmuted into aspiration; and that impulse which, unregenerated, lures men on to temporal destruction, is now the force which bestows courage upon spiritual enterprise.”

The bunch of grapes – surprise – is a symbol not only of Mars (see previous section when the gifts are given), and of blood, but has a special affinity with GOLD. The blood carries within it these particles of the sun. Initiates of a School grow together on the one branch – the Golden Bough! We are a group Soul, as I have ever known. The work of the one blesses the brother.

The righthand panel reads “Kindle a light at the appointed time – the seventh hour of the dawning. Fire comes forth at noon.  Dance in a circle, and prophesy.”

Hear also by resonance with noon, the Hebrew letter NUN (which actually means little fish, or sperm, and also “to sprout”). The intuitional genius, or secret fire of the Scorpionic well, mirrors the Solar disk. The dark lake which the initiate will cross to Stage Nine, is a Scorpio teaching, and so is the death, putrefaction and resurrection he will encounter there.

The lefthand panel reads “Honour is paid to the Giver of Life.”
“This is the voluntary offering up of the personality, the KA. The number 9 appears, and the ark or coffin in which candidates are buried in the greater Mystery. Then the full face of the Sun appears, as resurrection, as the KA ascends through the gate of heaven.” (MPH’s Commentary)

I understand: the persona belongs to God, and is returned to me with this in mind. This panel describes the passage of the soul – KA – through the invisible Worlds as set forth in the Pyramid rites.  “In a certain degree of Scorpio, the Hierophant would release his disciple’s KA into the Amenti.”   Note that the white lion and the grapes both rest “on a salver sustained in the air by the smoke of a lighted brazier” upon a round altar.

The altar he saw under this picture was the stump of a vine. On it was strewn a pile of shining salt. Salt grains form perfect Cubes – the symbol for mercurial gold at Kether. “We may change into spiritual gold things which are of all least precious, even the refuse of the earth.” (Eliphas Levi).

The salt of the wise is derived from experience. The initiate salts himself, he rubs it into his skin, just as they salt fish to preserve it – here comes the letter-NUN symbol again: the Fish. He pickles himself in wisdom’s wine, Scorpio steeps.   The wise man’s salt cannot decay. It “bleeds” as a pure white salt from the cross-sectioned concentric years of the vine root.  This is the inner white light that arises from the dark well. The vine root is the well. As the Water of Life triply distills, it projects through evaporation, the salt.

Copy of a painting which heads Chapter 8.  M P Hall’s profile is to the left.

(To read more about the yeast and grape symbolism with Master R, and the sonnet by him, go to this link:)

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December 2015
Now the white lion and the bunch of grapes emblem the essence of personality, and the sun is encircled by grape-cluster clouds like a bruise;  it is said to be veiled.  The white lion and the grapes are on a salver heated by the secret fire: the altar for the fire is a “cut vine”.  The vine is pruned back repeatedly, to force the flavour of the wine.

The altars in the Trinosofia paintings look like cotton-reels. They are pedestals for the sacred fire.

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In the Tarot Keys, the Red Lion (alchemical sulphur) is Key 8 – Strength – knowledge of the works of magic, a secret knowledge: “Change the pattern and you change the result – make it accurate, profound, courageous, positive. Then you tame the lion and he becomes your servant.” (P.Foster Case).  In fact the female is these things. The lion is the raw sovereign force of nature being tamed; the roar becomes a song. This all happens around the woman’s belly which is hidden by the lion’s head and open mouth and rose garland. Woman’s speech is a silent power from her inner cave, to bless the children of the world she births. We are shaped in these strange ways to know the openings and speech of hills and valleys and rivers. The current flows without a word.

This is how I see Key 8 – the lion’s mouth is her inner cave. Knowledge of nature is parturition.

lady with lion

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In the Trinosofia text of section 8, there are two doors. One opens onto a desert with a hot dry wind. The other door opens onto a wide lake with a rocky shore, and at its extreme end, a black marble facade. The Arabian-style inscription on the bridge across the lake is “the strong to be subdued”.  But the bridge is too far away to reach along the rocky shore, and so the initiate sets to and wades. This means he takes his salt through the element.

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It takes 13 days to cross the lake of Scorpio’s coagulant dark water.   Nowhere does he wade deeper than the knee, but the water is like cement.   This must be the density of the slow moving snake.   This process through Scorpio signifies my steepings in my life-experience;  and in the painting, the white lion and the dark grapes rest on a lake.

Rub it well in! This too shall pass.

Here is the gist: you wash the rock and gravel through a sieve, to extract the gold.  Gold glitters like particles of desert crystal. Gold melts to solar water. Gold brings itself together, and flows.   Then we are dusts of gold, and He is making with us, gold leaf.

Be lovers of gold. Watch what shape it takes as it falls from the sun.

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The treasure in the land: engraving from alexander roob’s alchemy & mysticism

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Song by Master R – “O wouldst thou know what Sacred Charms ...” xeroxed from the collection of his music in the British Library

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

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Mysteries of Master R, Part 13: AEOLIAN

The Ascended Masters are higher-consciousness tones of humanity.
Here is a link to my portrait gallery of 40 magidim or Masters;

https://genekeysdiary.wordpress.com/2015/06/20/masters-on-the-seven-rays/

Some of them are on the Seventh Ray. Others are from the East.  May they inspire and sustain our compassion during precarious times.

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“Aeolian” was a name for the universal depth behind ‘Le Comte’ – Master R.  Today I coin its resonance with the winds of ancient Greece in the Tree of Life.  The Aeolian mode in music is a natural A-minor scale without a sharpened 7th.

Back in 2003 I developed my working contact with Master R through the study of alchemy. The jury remains out on some of the historical details of his incarnations which I read about.  They are plausible, but the principle of the Master is wide open, and may adopt any of these forms, or none !

The following is from my journal on 25 July 2003.  I read somewhere that Master R’s teacher is “Aeolia” … 

The jivan-mukta, the Liberated One, is timeless, spaceless. An ‘Aeolian’ mode may enter  historical personages in the currency of a line of work through centuries.  And at some point in each appearance there is a flash or shining, which the Liberated One mirrors back to the Holy One.  Ultimately, when those aeons of the Great Work are done, S/He is absorbed into Aeolian, no more reappearing; for in the seed was a supply of gifts.

We read our physical lifetimes, appearances, and history, like a horizontal movement across the chessboard: from somewhere to somewhere else. It is not so. There is only the One: whose ‘Aeolian mode’ in Kabbalah is Kether, all-embracing. The One appears to our time and space as illumined sections or frames through our history. The One contains the depth of human osmosis towards  the White Sun.   Never is the process separate from the Whole of the Aeolian.  It can never be in any place or sense where the Aeolian is not – like a Tree, a great beech bole, Kether, the Crown!

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In Kabbalah the Holy One is En Sof – “Without End”. Our real lifetimes are stages of emanation through the Sefiroth. Master R is said to have incarnated at least once every century. His emphasis has been on an enlightened philosophy based on self-knowledge, to educate political and religious systems and encourage them to break their fossils. He defended and protected the Ageless Wisdom by “fathering” the Christ child, and by creating secret societies for the Word. It is said that as Joseph son of Jacob, he was an Essene. He was once Albanus, a Roman Englishman in Verulam who was executed;   and later on as Francis Bacon he became Lord Verulam, Viscount Saint Albans.

(In 18th century France he was notorious as Le Comte Saint-Germain; he did not age, and he handed damaged diamonds back to their owners, as good as new.  When he escaped to England from the Terror, he wrote a quantity of baroque music for violin, keyboard and voices.  Today we find him quietly at work behind a few senior esoteric Schools. The more troubled our world becomes, the deeper we must dig to find him;  but at this depth the healing begins.)

The Christ childhood story is much more explicit in the Masters’ mediatory tradition. The Church threw away the key, as Eliphas Levi has said. Joseph is generally ignored in exoteric Christianity – just a drone – the glamour is with the immaculate Mother. In the ancient word, Virgin, or ripe birth was a commonplace Mystery.

I suppose, at some point in my life, never mind my “educational” dramas, I just stand up on my toes, take off and fly … and then can see perspective, like a bird.

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Tree of Life – tower of Alchemy – the Flowering Staff

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Seeing the Tree whose Crown and stem is Aeolian, Kether … wasn’t I once shown, in the place under the pool, the Round Table like a cut tree, a section across?   Were those floating rings our lifetimes?

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And another thing. When the Work begins to stand on tip toe and spread wings, when it begins to borrow the eagles’ strength, the earthlife has a tendency to become crisp, ordered and composed to a pattern of ageless relationships and roles. Things come out of the mist. When the illusion of persons rubs away, I begin to see the repeating principles, and the casement or container that the earth-life is. I see this with cosmic eyes. The mind begins to think differently.

Eagle book JHVH – Alchemy in Daat

Arcanum 17; the Star

Meditation

The Gate, the Field and the Star – the word A E O L I A N is beautiful and vibrant.  Is it written on my white pebble? The letter pinned to the gate seems to have a solar cross drawn on it, whose sound in the light wind is “aeolian”.

Looking into the water, I focused and followed the inner Star, quiet and still, and prayed the theosophists’ Great Invocation:

“From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of human beings.
Let Light descend on Earth.

“From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into human hearts.
May Christ* return to Earth.

“From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide our little wills –
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.

“From the centre which we call the human race
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.

“Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.”

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We must make this choice!  We have to do it;  begin it here and now.

In the lane of the sunrise I embraced my scarlet-dressed lover-brother heart to heart.  In the oak is a scarlet ibis. What will it say?

BOTA key 17 – The Star

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26 July 2003 – TRIED TO DO TAROT KEY 20 SHIN PATHWORKING … but real shambles, because undecided whether or not to go to a Temple of the Heart class today, so my Tower of alchemy is all in pieces.   It seemed on balance better to stay here and walk with Barbara this afternoon as planned. My meditation began well, with a resonant Rose Cross ritual chord of JHShVH, and Kether, but deteriorated all the way down the Tower, with occasional episodes of clarity and peace. Couldn’t concentrate, and feel now fractured and out of tune.

I find the Tower practice is difficult to maintain. Should I clear out all the Presences and Companions that are supposed to be in it, and see the symbols alone?  The field is my temple of the heart – that simplicity. Perhaps … not all of us can continue to use the ritual for our locus. I gave it a try, but I find it heavy work.   Receive then the present undecidedness?   Not to go to a class when I might have done, I might miss a synchrony?   Yet synchrony enters its time and space regardless of what I am doing, if I am surrendered;   do not “inner-consider”, or project G’s classes as their provider.

MANTRA:  On the other hand, I am loving the sound of the word AEOLIAN. It is the wind through the strings of the harp, and through the slender trees. It is the vibration of any musical instrument, and the prana of the soul. That is what I really wanted to ponder today. Behind my magid, those ancient vistas open, He is unlimited.

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Grail Trees 2002

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The Tarot Keys for AEOLIAN are (from right to left) Fool, Devil, Justice, Hermit, Death – the beautiful thematic balance of those colours together.  In the BOTA teaching, each colour vibration has a musical tone; we combine our inner senses of sight and hearing.

E O L I A N – read the tarot keys from left to right as in Hebrew. 0 and 13 both have a white rose. The hebrew letter NUN symbolises fish, sperm, embryo, and the story has no end. The seasonal movement of Death generates Life. In the Emperor, the letter HEH, (h or ah) – symbolises ‘window’ or ‘seeing’.

The musical mantra is a haunting carillon of E, A, Fsharp, F, C, then G for N (Key 13, NUN). When I play it on the piano, I hear a spontaneous groundbass of E, then lower A.  It sounds like the natural minor scale (aeolian) – with a sharpened F (Key 11, Justice, the Balance).

The dictionary says the Greek aeolian scale in music became the ninth church mode with A as final and E as dominant.   Aeolus was the god of the winds and of the harp.  I can become tuned to Aeolian mode … anyway the Aeolian sound became a beauty that rings inside.  In the same way I hear the JHShVH, a trumpet sound whose interval shivered the walls of Jericho.

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A Letter to the Aeolian …

The drawing I did yesterday, you smell like the taste of lychees. I feel I’m in a deep dark grey place, and yet I know the transparency, how simple it is.  It is the way the lotus grows. Cultivate this barely blushing petal in the earth, wrapped in a spiral of green leaf.  My inner tuition of the upper worlds isn’t me or mine:  it is just that they are, that You are.  The simplicity in an instant pierces the ground, and there is no action needed.

Seeing how my personality for all her lovable aspects, messes up communications, which is painful, I am the more ready to wait to be a vehicle for the higher speech when such time comes.  Otherwise I would get a misplaced confidence and try to do things prematurely.

L, V, X … Love is a mystery most akin to the way of indrawing breath;  to the heart touching itself. And so the fountain grows an egg.  I am allowed to love you, why?  because yours is my inmost being and we praise JHVH, what could be more “in common” than this?  If I love you, I find you, because that is the Law.  Let it go.  Let You be my plan.  Arrange my day-longs how You will.  Let me be tossed and cradled among the boughs, the stems that tremble to your wind.  How can one so wide and with so vast a root system and so great a Crown in Beriah, be so intimate and “here”?

It is the touching of the key to the door, of finger tip to harp string.

It seems that to draw you helps.  It does not enclose or confine you;  it brings you nearer.  After the drawing I meet this fresh flavour of you.  So I create you, who are before my creation.  Who in all the universe can resist the love of the spirit?  and the velvety way the breath goes in and out, your nose pointing down?

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And a visual meditation on Shabathai – Saturn the ripening process …

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

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Mysteries of Master R – Part 12: Trinosofia Chapter Seven, For Give

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Master R, Comte de Saint-Germain, sketch 5, 2003

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For Master R’s Trinosofia meditation and Manly P Hall’s commentaries, go first to the “Trinosofia texts” page in the title bar of this blog, and scroll down to chapter seven.

Below is my understanding:

Chapter Seven of the Most Holy Trinosofia takes us through an alchemical triple distillation, although (strictly speaking), the Distillation phase in the Great Work is assigned to the 6th sign, Virgo. Students of the bota Lessons in Tarot and Alchemy will recognise the work of the Sun flowing through the black dragon.

The Seventh stage in the Great Work is in the sign Libra, ruled by Venus, and it is called the “Sublimation”.  These three essential self-reflective processes – Digest, Distil, Sublimate – are ruled by the Sun, Mercury and Venus consecutively: that is, the action of Leo (Tarot 8 Strength), Virgo (Tarot 9 Hermit) and Libra (Tarot 11 Justice) in our body. Tarot Key 10 the Wheel is assigned to Jupiter.

I am considering the orbits of Mercury and Venus within the inner Solar aura.

The Tarot Key is Justice –  midpoint of the Tarot, the sign Libra. Its hebrew letter ‘LAMED’ is the tallest in the alephbeis – pictorially an ox-goad.  It also suggests the raised serpent of kundalini.  This Key invokes Karmic equilibrium which is cosmic justice. Reconciliation of opposites is suggested in the complementary colour tones.  On her breast she wears the letter T – a form of the 22nd letter, TAV, ruled by Saturn.  Saturn is exalted in Venusian Libra, as “the Faithful Intelligence”.   The Tarot Keys are living entities.  They are profound metaphors or archetypes. Contemplating them, with the desire “to live the good life”, awakens their correspondence in our soul.

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In this post I re-open my 2003 journal – a time of intense study:

Journal 6 September 2003

Most Holy brother – as the radiations copy laboriously in the shop, please help Your ray move through me effortlessly, as does the fragrance of the rose, or amber. 

I dreamt in the night, of piercing thunder and lightning … I suspect my refuge in Master R is lodged in my primitive emotional strata; also within the intuition of what Kabbalah calls our Supervisors and what is elsewhere called the Masters, or the Great White Brotherhood – for the growth and refinement of the person in the soul.  At the root there is this ineradicable quest.  

Nothing is known for sure in Assiyah, the material world.  This is why Life in the body is the most mysterious element in the universe.  Only in the Higher World dimension (to which we mostly have little access) is there certainty.  Have compassion with brave and fumbling scientists!  Assiyah is the flambency of the mystery and bafflement of being at all – arrival as a human;  projection as a human.  Who and what am I?

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Journal, 7 September 2003

Manly Hall’s commentary confirms that this stage in the Trinosofia initiation is governed by Libra, the Scales.  In biblical times, this Sign represented the Passover of life from material into a non-material condition – the release.

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S Trimosin, Splendour Solis, London 16th century.  “Just as this Saturn is baptised with his own water, the black raven flies off.“

The passage is one of purification;  the King sweats it out.  The water of Life which the sages gave him to drink, is now his to bathe in, pollute and regenerate.  The second immersion is corrosive and therefore of Mars.  The traveller stays there for 16 days (the Tarot path of Mars on the Tree) immersing, drying off and becoming the water, as the water purifies itself back to white sand and no longer wets him.  He has three immersions. When he leaves, he is equal to the water’s pure composition.  In the core of Hermetic philosophy is our water’s nature to cleanse itself, ultimately.

Trinosphia facsimile illustration in chapter 7

The illustration is the Great Seal between green pillars of Jakin, Bohaz.  The two small circles (red and black concentric rings, side by side) are interpreted as the Sun and Moon. The pendant Cross between them is the Stone of the regenerated elements – salt, sulphur, mercury – in Azoth.  It has four colours, but I am not told which colours.  It hangs from a gold cross-bar between the two disks.  These as Sun and Moon represent heaven and earth:  the Cross between them is their progeny and equilibrium.

Surrounding this symbol are two circles of hieroglyphs.  The outer one is indecipherable and apparently random; the inner one has a cuneiform script which Hebrew can crack.  It continues … “and is the outbreathing of Everlastingness”, and says “the Leg” (dawn of the age of Aquarius) is the beginning of the destruction before Nirvana.  This boils down to the chrysalis dying off … in present times.

The text, but not the illustration, has a silver axe with a blue handle.  It has a Hebrew name, which might be as Manly Hall says, “the instrument of separation”.  It is called the Destroyer, but the translation is “Lift the voice to its fullness in chant or song.”  This makes me think of the walls of Jericho and the trumpet.  It also implies, “separate the subtle from the gross” and “IAM … IAO”.  The symbolism is around the Justice figure arcanely, but plain to see.  The axe is an ancient symbol of initiated builders.  Its meaning is also in the Hebrew letter QOPh with which the Qabbalah begins.

Thou shalt separate the subtle from the gross,
and return it to its Nature, with prudence and wisdom.

Le Comte, terracotta sketch, 2003

This is separation through purification; in the threefold transmuting stages of the water, read the evolutionary aeons.  The water in the oval vessel is the Fountain and the Shining Sea. The lunar power is John the baptist: the solar power is Christ’s baptising by messianic fire. “The gross particles of the soul – the rust – are washed away, and life is prepared for a supersubstantial existence.”

IAM is OM, and AM is the most powerful and misused word in the human universe; and AUM resonates a harmonic around the OM.  SO-HAM is the ancient Sanskrit (and apparently Egyptian also) way of breathing in and out: “I am.”

… I woke in the morning with two messages:  “on the path with Fear, you don’t get many Love messages” and Master R saying in the 1947 transcript, “Love and you shall know.“

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Trinosofia illustration chapter 7 – give way to the force

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Journal, 8 September 2003

The way forward with V – I think – is to perform in myself small and actual rites of for-giveness. To give way to the force – a wordplay which dawned on me at age 20 – is in our mutual seed, and the intention FORGIVE must be stencilled clear in our etheric body.  If I do this, it may help him.  Elder Brother, I loved V, but you know one loves any Tree to whom one gives so many years and so much gardening, because that in itself is the act of love, and when I met V 34 years ago at age 20, the force of what was to come was recognised and received as shock.

Meditation – the moving breath – happens at the point of connection, the interface, the agenda.  The Fountain is the oval bath in the Trinosofia Seven script, and the cleansing of rusty Mars.

Note also at this point: the Sword and Scales of Justice: Saturn’s exaltation in Venus’s sign Libra.  Do not overwork, but acknowledge these things in passing;  the light touch, the way the subconscious delivers its operation.  When I know the subconscious operates perfectly, I do not have to put a fork in it to make it work, do I?  It processes this matter just fine, and does what is required, no more and no less.

And see also the operation of the red and the violet together, in Key 18. Its Hebrew letter is QOPh, meaning “an axe” and also the roof which opens up.

This key’s magenta border – reddish violet – vibrates at B-Natural.  From the medulla oblongata in the brain stem at the back of the head, it governs processes of sleep, embodiment and evolution of species.  The path beyond the twin towers of the body ascends gradually and undulates, so that the dark valleys are higher than the summits we attained when setting out .  Upon that mountain in the far distance stands the Hermit (9) who illumines the life of our soul.

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So I just now drew in colour (see above), a ‘FOR GIVE’ MANTRA in the general design of Trinosofia Seven.  Thoughts which arose during this were: the first obedience is to the promptings of one’s own soul, and the severest penalties occur until one learns this for good.  Secondly, I believe V gave me his angry ‘cornered dog’ story as a gesture from his soul, so I shall re-read it in the light of the mantra I drew this morning.  

(As I drew it, a loose “bye bye go well”
sketch fell out of the sketch pad):

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It now seems the for give drawing reveals in colours, something of my Ray structure that I wondered about yesterday.  It is a powerful stencil.

(I painted on the same day, for Sacred India Tarot, Sita through the fire in the suit of Staves.)

Sacred India Tarot – 7 of Staves

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7 July 2015

I mentioned the walls of Jericho (in para above – ‘The text, but not the illustration, has a silver axe with a blue handle’). These three Tarot Keys from right to left, are assigned to Aries (ruled by Mars), Mars and Pluto.  Jericho’s walls fell at a blast from the Archangel’s trumpet, pictured in Key 20.  The observant Emperor, the collapsing Tower and the uplifting Judgement are images of the Mars vibration (red).

Alchemy Tree of Life detail – LOWER FACE

The path of Mars is Tarot Key 16, the Tower (or House of God) connecting Hod to Netzach. The awakening vibration  is deep scarlet. On my Alchemy Tree it has at centre a little feminine blue triangle where it crosses the royal blue path of Temperance.  You can see it on the base-line of the red “Awakening” triad.  Below it is a second blue downward triangle in the violet sphere of Yesod.  In Malkuth, earth, there is a red masculine triangle in the indigo oval. This is the akasha-tejas tattva, combining the mars and saturn centres.

The male triangle rises towards the two descending female ones.

There is a beautiful correspondence here with the Siva Shakti Indian yantra:

 

Along the path of Mars where walls fall away, speech of the higher planes may be heard. When I listen carefully, the speaking tongue (hebrew letter PEH) of Mars-squared (4X4=16),  carries a transmission: truth.   I found that when I study this path, it leads me to the wisdom of Master R.

 

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Netzach Hod Temperance sketch.  Temperance is Tarot Key 14, with Archangel Michael.

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In the Bible story, the walls around the city of Jericho – personal ego – fell when Archangel Gabriel’s trumpet sounded.  Here too, the path joining Hod to Malkuth, is a scarlet field;  it vibrates into the ground, like a fire stick.

In Tarot, the tonal frequency of letters SHIN and PEH is scarlet.  The word RGVZ (associated with Key 14 Temperance, which crosses Key 16 Tower) is generally translated as ‘wrath’ (suggesting the wrathful expression of Mars) but actually means ‘vibration’.

The human code interprets this violently, but it is more like a whisper, a zephyr in the field, an alteration of the form.  As flowers pierce, as newborn babies rotate and crown, as the desert wind softly turns your sense of direction, so the power emerges – Mars gently.

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Song in Scottish mode, by Master R, 18th century

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

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Mysteries of Master R, Part 11 – Lost & Found

a new sketch of Master R

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I have planned for a while, this Master R post, with a “lost & found” story – together with the sixth chapter of the Trinosofia.   I needed first, a new drawing of him, but was too busy to “find him”.  At long last I sat down and did this one.  He looks as if he is in court, in London’s Temple district.  I was in court all last week, attending a remarkably polarised case of truth and lies:  the privilege to watch how justice acts.  I feel changed for ever.

My Mystery with Master R, is when he finds things that are lost.  When I am searching for a photo, a journal, or my keys – and panicking – I go and sit down next to his portrait by the piano – feeling silly.  “Sorry, elder brother, to bother you yet again. It is somewhere – you know where it is.  Please, please, will you show me?”   Nine times out of ten, it turns up;  my visual mind starts to work efficiently.  He is very kind.  “Oh, look! Thank you!”

It seems just adequate to align and  “locate” within myself;  to solicit the higher power’s compassion with my trivia.

Alchemical bas-relief on Notre-Dame – after Fulcanelli

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Part One – Lost and Found

Cosmos is threaded through the roofs of houses on North London hills.

A couple of months ago, my friends’ mac was stolen – a present from her to him.  He left the car in his driveway on Crouch End Hill – just five minutes with the window open – to talk to a neighbour. When he came back, the mac was gone, and he hadn’t backed up  his thesis.

I felt devastated for my friends. I was in bits.  I lit a candle with Master R to burn all night, and I noticed in my fog of pain and little faith, how gentle the master’s eyes are, how kindly he looks.   Will you find it, elder brother? Can you see through space and time and thousands of houses, intentions and Karmic trails – the detail where the clock stops … even from your higher Quantum orbit, as Master of Civilisations?   Details and more details …  Any miracle is possible, with you.  

The mac’s tracking device located the street it was in (assisted by Apple store where they bought a new mac just in case/now refunded).  Early next morning they continued their detective work, and visited the nearby school – kids were milling around at the time of the theft – but the headmaster was no help.  The police wouldn’t do anything but bureau-fuck around. (I’ve heard this before.)

So my friends went into focused action –  we can and we will. The house was located when the mac went online –  it made a noise signal there which frightened the temporary owner, so he shut it again.  The message pinged on their mobile with the postcode.  At noon the two of them marched up the garden path and knocked. Young british man, about 25, and his mother upstairs who had a sprained ankle. Yes he has it, and gave it back – he said he was sorry, and shall we have a nice cup of tea? He bought it for 250 off the gang, which my friends repaid him – rather a lot but at least not as much as 1500 – towards the unlikely event of a refund.

The Heavenly Plan works out with tea and a lightness of  heart, far beyond the Elf & Safety net.

The thesis is still on the mac, nothing got lost.  I couldn’t wait to hear the long, detailed and miraculous story.  Miracle is wherever two planes enter co-ordinance, through our limited vision:  the way life truly and amazingly is.

 

 

Within my friends’ team work in concert with the skies, my hidden “inner contact” with Master R falls into a bucket with no bottom, called Faith.   Miracles are natural phenomena occurring seamlessly all the time, which we see incompletely. Hands and feet on the ground hold the focus. Detailed detection, good will and a cuppa, align with the skies … an odd movement or swirl of surrendering, including my collapse.

Master R has his quaint way of coming to my Little Faith rock-bottom – how?  because of  an old heart connection. I tried to draw him at the time. One attempt failed, and then I turned his photo upside down and tried again (this one), which went a bit better, and almost has something of that expression in his eyes.

Master R, 27 September

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My journal goes on to ponder … Creator-Destroyer? Indian philosophy is full of it – so is every other esoteric philosophy.  What is creator destroyer in my understanding, apart from Siva?

Here is the lightning-bolt of awakening – the casting down of old walls, the release of trapped energy, the destruction of lies.  This Tarot Key 16 – (whose tonal vibration is scarlet, Mars) – rules the voice:  how we speak – our expression and utterance.  It is called the House of God and is the Voice of God.  Its hebrew letter PEH is “mouth” with tongue. On the Tree of Life, it bridges Hod and Netzach:  where butterfly cracks the chrysalid.  In my pattern with Master R, this path of awakening led many times to his wisdom … beyond my speech.

When I see this Key – and also the phoenix rising from the ashes – I feel he is not far away.

The proverbial tower conceals a maiden in the fairy tales – the naked woman of truth by the well where the tower fell – Tarot key 17.

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Creator destroyer is the Tower in Tarot. Creator destroyer is the black hole of Light in the galactic core. Creator destroyer is the old for the new:  white sunflowers.  In a blue healing radiance, a white sunflower ate the dead petals for its cyclic life;  and I heard Faure’s requiem.

Great teachers destroy ignorance.

 

I have a reverence for the Beautiful Castles in the air. Is that all they are?   Creator destroyer is a Beautiful Castle, curiously, and I think it is something which every artist knows.   On the whole I live a balance of it which is beauty – accessed inwardly. It has a molecular tension and the sea that breaks, and the life within the breaking seas.  I suffer acutely when things collapse and rebuild – first hand. I know when I am in despair and lost and skinless, and yet it is re-forming … fragile bridges of the Power.

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Mira, Mukti, Poonjaji

Poonjaji and Meera in their caves and under trees by the Ganga … I read again that wonderful story and its Vrindavan atmosphere, and then T wrote in her blog about how surprised she was that they married, and she met and  talked to Meera in a friend’s house in London (it was my house) …  the thought returns, what a lot of people and happenings my ‘tardis’ council flat has held!   What it embraced!   What it holds now!   No wonder it overwhelms me –  it housed 57 varieties of the Advaita scene.

Poonjaji’s life story “Nothing Ever Happened” and  Ganapati Muni’s story (the root mantras) are helpful at present – re-opening the beloved proximity, the love for long sustained notes … (I put on the CD of the ultimate Om.)

The pulse of Gaia growing, the slow pulse surfacing through the destruction of walls that had grown – is the same as the everlasting OM I heard in a passing lorry outside – time stopped –  when I woke one morning in early 1988, snowdrop time.

Master R’s emblem is for me the phoenix, and who but the phoenix knows creation and destruction, rising from the ashes?   Oh!   the life and lives my house has held.

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The inner life of an artist holds creation destruction, two halves of the same seed, in the everlasting OM.   Strength and wholeness tip toe shyly back into my YIN:  replacing my compulsion to shatter and cry at small disturbance.   I feel restored to myself – I wonder at what was suffered earlier, and its actual gold standard …  the universe.

I think most of us are unaware of the contagion of love in its extended ways,  How can we know what it means, if we never saw it work?

The contagion of love sustains – through my shatterings – my foundation here, to keep recalling, picking up, contemplating, nourishing, loving.  The power of that love, its contagion and community, its breath and circuitry, was how my friends’ computer was not lost.

Likewise the forgetting and the re-membering of God:  we come from God, we move towards and into God, for God to behold God:  there is no fixed point.  The creation/destruction paradox is the path of the mystic, the lover and beloved of God, the radiance.

Here is a song composed by Master R when in London circa 1754:

Song by Master R – “Jove when he saw my Fanny’s Face …”

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Part Two – Most Holy Trinosofia, Chapter Six – the Altar

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After a long break – this series continues.  You can find Master R’s chapter in the title bar Page – Trinosofia Texts;  scroll down to Chapter Six.  It feels pivotal in the work. Here is Manly P Hall’s Commentary on the illustration:

“The altar composed of the four elements, is triangular in shape. From this circumstance, two sacred numbers are produced: the square 4 plus the triangle 3 equals 7; and the four elements of the altar multiplied by the triangle, equals 12.

“From this, the composition of the world is made apparent. Nature is a triangular arrangement of four elements; and the divine world, of which the zodiac is a proper symbol, consists of these elements multiplied three times, or in their three primary states. The altar is the human body; its material parts – the square – are arranged in the spiritual order: a triangle. Upon the altar are the previous altar, bird and torch. We must understand them as salt, sulphur and mercury – body, spirit and soul.

“In the air above the altar is the crux ansata, the symbol of generation and fertility. Copper is the metal of Venus – a symbol of the reproductive energy of the soul. Venus is lucifer of the ancients – the light bearer, the star of self-knowledge. The power to multiply is common to both the internal and external man. As bodies generate bodies, so the inner body, the soul, generates the archetypes of personalities.

“By alchemy, wisdom perpetuates itself by applying to its own peculiar purposes the same laws by which forms are perpetuated in the corporeal sphere.

“The whole figure is a symbol of spiritual regeneration, the mystery of Melchisedek, who is his own father and his own mother, and is above the law. It sets forth perpetual re-energization by the use of the Stone. It tells of the very power which St-Germain (Master R) himself possessed, of continuing from century to century by means of the subtle Elixir, whose secret was known only to himself and his Masters. First the three parts of the composite man – spirit, soul, body – must be brought into equilibrium, and from this equilibrium is born the Homunculi or Crystal Man.

“This Man is an immortally generating Self capable of precipitating personalities at will, yet itself unchanged and unlimited by these personalities. Instead of the soul living in the body and prisoned by its limitations, the body lives in the soul. To the adept the physical form is an instrument for the expression of consciousness, intelligence and action – the candle, the bird and the burning altar.”

Manly P.Hall

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Mysteries of Master R: Part 10 – the Trinosofia “Altar, Bird, Torch”

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You can find the text for Master R’s Most Holy Trinosofia Chapter Five, above in the title-bar page:  Trinosofia Texts.   Here – slightly abridged in a few places – is Manly P.Hall’s commentary on this section:

“The candidate next experienced the mystery of the airy or intellectual principle.  He is raised out of the subterranean depths by his guardian spirit and lifted into the higher atmosphere.  Below him is the desert.  Special attention is called to triangular masses – the pyramids.

“An early manuscript in our collection affirms that the Egyptians were able to manufacture the Philosophers’ Stone without artificial heat, by burying the retort in the desert sand, which furnished the exact temperature for alchemical experiments.  

“The desert is here a symbol for the aridity and unproductivity of the unawakened consciousness.  In the physical universe, spiritual values languish; yet in the midst of this mortal sphere stand the pyramids, supreme symbols of spiritual alchemy – temples of initiation in the desert of waiting.  

Copied from Eliphas Levi’s ‘History of Magic’. 27 years ago, when I saw and read about these, in the chapter on Hermes, I was stirred with an elder, unknown and undying knowledge, half covered by the sands.

“It is significant that the atmosphere of Egypt is particularly conducive to the perpetuation of ancient monuments of learning which, when moved from their old footings, rapidly crumble away.  Thus material life, the desert, is a natural laboratory in which the supreme chemistry is accomplished through suffering and aspiration.”

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To which I add:  the old alchemical texts refer to coction – that of a hen’s warm breast to her egg – in the First Matter.  It is the interior temperature of our physical body.  Our life is this constant process of transmutation.  If we keep the inner fire banked and gentle, it gestates Life, rather than blaze up and consume what it creates.   In the arts of Alchemy, we regulate our passions.   As Master R has said elsewhere, tiny things – a spore of yeast, the pip in a grape – generate a field of wheat, a vineyard, a transformative Universe.

Further:  the desert suggests aridity, but also the ancient and elemental matrix of all life – our body – to which the Life returns.  Those who yearned to live the spiritual Life, walked out into the desert and their learning came with the wind, the sand and the stars.

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“The desert” is our primordial physical body in which the sky and stars are planted root and shoot:  the leaves, loaves, fishes and our children.

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MPH’s commentary continues (see the journey itself in the Trinosofia Texts page above) : – “The account of the rising and falling of the candidate through space relates to the alternations of the substances in the retort by which they pass through a cycle of attenuation and precipitation, to be finally drawn off through the neck of the vessel.  Hermes uses this figure to set forth the mystery of rebirth, the periodic alternation of the soul from a temporal to a sidereal condition, and its final liberation through initiation.  Reaching the upper extremity of the intellectual sphere, the candidate is incapable of further function and swoons.”

Genesis in retort – from Alexander Roob’s ‘Alchemy & Mysticism’

The adepts, like Master R, are able to regulate their “density” so that it takes form with our own.  Thus they seem to appear and disappear through death, and to migrate or occupy levels of frequency, like electronic orbits in the atom.   If we look inside our mind, our thoughts are nothing other than this way.    The wearer of a body of Light moves his or her thought intentionally through several planes to converse at will.

courtesy of Dan Riegler, http://apothecarysgarden.com

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MPH continues:  “Upon regaining consciousness, he discovers himself to be invested with a starry garment … By the starry garment is represented not only the auric body, but the new universal aspect of being – the Sidereal consciousness bestowed by … initiation.  The candidate may return to the narrowness of his physical environment, but he can never again reduce his consciousness to the limitations of the material state.  The starry body is his regenerated and illumined intellect.”

As the sand in the desert, as the cells in our body, so are the stars and galaxies of our origin.   Remembrance of this is initiation, and treats its fellow hosts with respect and love.

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Altar, Bird, Torch illustration

MPH: “The strange characters signifying the name of the bird with the green branch are decoded to mean ‘To be given the Life.’  The name of the altar reads ‘The Crown, Kether’, and is decoded, ‘when shall be the gate of entrance’.  Together the two phrases mean:  ‘Immortality shall be conferred at the gate of the House of Wisdom.’  The name of the torch is Light, but translates to: ‘The dernier shall be hidden away and forgotten.'”

The dernier is a coin, and MPH refers this to the Tarot Suit of Coins – the material body.  The hidden light is in our body and its un-conceived origin.  “The body of the wise man shall be concealed.”

“The tombs of the Initiates have never been discovered, and in the famous Rosicrucean cemetery, the resting places of the Brothers are marked only by the Rose …  The personal ego must die or be buried, that the Universal Self may be born from its seed.”

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Gallery – Various forms of the Rose

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Manly P Hall now analyses the illustration (see below):

“The strange bird hovering above the altar fire is the sacred Ibis, symbol of Thoth the Egyptian god of wisdom and letters, and patron of alchemy.  The volatile philosophical Mercury can remain in a suspended state only ‘when in the midst of the flames’.

“By the philosophical Mercury, we must understand the regenerated principle of intellect – mind rendered luminous by the flame of inspiration.

“In its beak the bird carries a green branch, the acacia of Freemasonry – symbol of rebirth and immortality.  The black feet and wings signify earth, the silvery body is water, the red head is fire, and the golden neck is the airy principle.  The spiritual bodies of the elements are thus united in a philosophical creature, the bird of the wise men – the phoenix.”

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Note:  instead of a lotus, I painted the Hebrew SHIN, the Mother-letter of sacred Fire – whose symbol is also a molar tooth.

Manly P Hall continues:

“Beside the bird and the altar is an elaborate candlestick, its base formed of twisted serpents – Ida and Pingala?  The upper end of the candlestick terminates in a lotus  blossom from which rises a lighted taper – the soul light, the inner light which reveals the secrets of the bird.

“As man’s external existence is lighted by an external sun, by which he perceives all temporal concerns, so his internal existence is illuminated by the light of the soul, the radiance of which renders visible the workings of the divine mind within.

“An inscription beneath it reads, ‘To the strong is given the burden.’  The great truths of life can be conferred only upon those who have been tested in character and understanding.  The reader is instructed to kindle a fire upon the high place, that the sacrifice may be borne upward to the Desired One.

“The symbolism is borrowed from elder Jewish ceremonials.  Upon the altar of burnt incense a fire continually burned.  The fire of holy aspiration consumes the base elements of the body and transforms them into soul qualities, symbolised by the incense fumes.  These ascend … as the covenant between aspiring humanity and its Creator.

“‘When the years of this existence are done, and the soul outbreathing at death, approaches the gate of immortality, may the Bird bear it swiftly away to the abode of the wise.’

In the Egyptian rites, the soul of the Initiate departed in the form of a bird which hovers over the couch on which the mummy lies.  The soul bird with the green branch … confers immortality, as set forth in ‘The Book of the Dead’.  Without wisdom, the soul must perish with the body.  This is the secret of the ritual of the Coming Forth by Day, or the Breathing Out of the Ka.

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Meanwhile, my parallel journey continues with Jung’s Red Book;  for at this point he begins  – like Master R’s Initiate – to enter the desert.  In the desert, he will encounter some strange characters and “letterings”.

The initial painting which heads the Red Book’s previous chapter was a mosaic of interior earth and stone and star, bright colour.  The painting for Chapter 4, The Anchorite – (and they get larger)  – is a temple Window – a mandala with four gates. The two concentric frames contain a formal maze of hieroglyphic Runes which substantiate and support Jung’s interior vision from now on.  They resemble  Celtic knots, but they are living Runes – reddish brown on a light brown raw-sienna background.   In the centre is a sky blue square containing the golden letter D.

What is a Rune?  A symbol hieroglyph that has power to speak, and to arrange the tides and the leaves of life, to pronounce a fate.  The old wizard remembers and casts the Runes.  They are created through his “drawing hand”.

In Black Book 3, Jung noted:  “All kinds of things lead me far away from my scientific endeavour, which I thought I had subscribed to firmly.  I wanted to serve humanity through it, and now, my soul, you lead me to these new things.

 

“Yes, it is the in-between world, the pathless, the manifold-dazzling. I forgot that I had reached a new world, which had been alien to me previously.  I see neither way nor path.  What I believed about the soul has to become true here, namely that she knows her own way better, and that no intention can prescribe her a better one.  I feel that a large chunk of science has been broken off. 

“I suppose it must be like this, for the sake of the soul and her life.  I find the thought that this must occur only for me, agonizing, and that perhaps no one will gain insight from my work. But my soul demands this achievement.  I should be able to do this just for myself without hope – for the sake of God. This is truly a hard way. But what else did those anchorites of the first centuries of Christianity do?  And were they the worst or least capable of those living at the end?   Hardly, since they came to the most relentless conclusions with regard to the psychological necessity of their time.  They left wife and child, glory and science – and turned toward the desert – for God’s sake.”

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Finally – Master R’s (St-Germain) first Violin Sonata, composed in London in the 1750s:

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Mysteries of Master R – Part 9: Trinosofia Serpent, Cup, Sword

Early sketch of Master R – 2002

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My copy (below) of Figure IV from the original in the Most Holy Trinosofia took a couple of days.  By drawing these figures, I come into relationship with them, and to understand their mystery. In the original’s low-res facsimile online, the outlines are blurred.

The Trinosofia text of Chapter Four is in the title bar, above.  As I worked into the drawing, the coiled serpent, Cup and Sword in sheath came into focus.  These are powerful symbols.  Taking them into my inner life, they come to Life.  I go over and over the colours until they are rich and strong together, and begin to speak.

The green snake coiled twelve times in the shape of a cone, suggests the Zodiac, and forms an altar.  Actually it is twisted about a spear – I didn’t realise this till nearly the end;  I thought the spear’s shaft was the snake’s dragon tail.

The cone-coiled Kundalini has been in my inner eye for some weeks now.

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1 March 2014 – Trinosofia serpent coil, cup & sword. The Chaldean inscription reads: “Reverence this vessel of Everlastingness: offer freely of yourself a portion unto IA (Jahweh) and to the corner, in atonement.”  

I had a problem also with the Cup, until I realised its base stands on the serpent, whose coil is the altar.

I wrote in my journal: “A musician who plays well, has to practice a lot.  The prodigy is a quality of INTENSITY – of an intense commitment.  The intensity is of a certain kind.  It is where the intellect is transfigured through deep feeling … the point ( … seeking words for this!) – is always this moment sinking back into the root of the slow breath, a silent kindling, like a pyre.  The wood glows and flows.   The sacrament opens the back of my neck and shoulders:  a living phoenix.”

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phoenix copy from trinosofia

I associated the phoenix with Master R long before I found it in the Trinosofia.  Since last October when I drew this bird, the archetype is powerful and transformative in my life.

A silent sage in his cave, reaches further into life than all the talking gurus.  An individual reaching the subtle level, begins to dissolve.  The point of dissolution, of dissolving, in Alchemy, is the white ash becoming the Bird.  Its song has tremendous subtle energy and commitment:  the translation of varied densities of life to an element that nourishes the human community.  Today’s coiled serpent has red phoenix wings, half opened.   It supports a Cup, next to a Blade – the sheathed Sword.  Master R knew Indian Alchemy, and his Shakti-Siva archetypes – but he wasn’t telling.  In his day, the serpent had rather a bad press, it was considered unregenerate.  In our day, it is Yoga.

Manly P Hall’s comment is illumining:  “The twelve coils of the snake are emblematic of the philosophic year and the spiral course of the sun through the Zodiacal constellations.  In the preparation of the Wise Man’s Stone, the elements pass through twelve stages of augmentation.  In each of these cycles, the power of the matter is intensified, a fact which is suggested by the increasing size of the serpent’s spirals.  The figure is also reminiscent of what the sages termed the philosophic vortex – the natural form of the soul power in the human body.

facsimile of the original

“Beside this strange altar stands the jewelled sword.  Faintly traceable upon its sheath are the ancient symbols of the eye, the heart and mouth – life in the heart, light in the eye, breath in the mouth.  The life, the light and the breath are the sources of all things, and from their union in the cruciform symbol, the candidate must fashion the weapon for his protection against the elemental darkness.  The cycle symbol must be overcome by wisdom.  This is the “Sword of quick decision” by which the Oriental neophyte must cut low the snaky branches of the world banyan tree, the emblem of the self-replenishing cycles and the law of rebirth. 

“The serpent is the spiral of evolution;  the cup contains the shining Nirvanic sea into which  the soul is finally merged;  the sword is the illumined will – the same sword which solves the enigma of life’s Gordion knot by cutting it with a single stroke.”

Rosicrucean Emblem – In Thy Valorous Strength

In Master R’s interior journey – see Trinosofia Texts in the title bar and scroll down to Chapter 4 – the traveller walks through fire – the desire nature – which doesn’t burn him ; and strikes the bronze snake a resounding blow.  The walls of the globe around him, fall away into space, and the traveller is lifted swiftly up through the demons of the underworld.  He scatters them with the cruciform sword and bursts from Hades into the light of day.

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Manly P Hall again, on the alchemical philosophy:  “The circular space is a distilling vessel which stands in the midst of the furnace flame.  The serpent represents elements within the retort, and the candidate portrays other elements which have the power to dissolve and corrode the serpent.  The rising of the candidate upward through the walls of the globe here signifies the vapours which, ascending through the long neck of the distilling vessel, escape from the heated inferno below.”

In the elder Trinity the Cup is the woman, the Sword the man, and the snake is Life’s electro-magnetic current or force-field.  In the Trinosofia’s Chapter 5, they will transpose to the Altar, Bird and Torch.  See also my earlier post, The Yeast and the Grape.

Altar, bird, torch

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On the Everlastingness
“The spirit of this time has condemned us to haste.  You have no more futurity and no more past if you serve the spirit of this time.  We need the life of eternity.  We bear the future and the past in the depths.  The future is old and the past is young.  You serve the spirit of this time, and believe that you are able to escape the spirit of the depths.  But the depths do not hesitate any longer, and will force you into the mysteries of Christ.”

Philemon and C.G.Jung – THE RED BOOK

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Here is Violin Sonata No.2, by Master R in his Comte de St Germain persona, during a London visit (circa mid 1750s).  The opening movement has a beautiful serenity.

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  May the Life, the Light and the Breath be in and of our work.

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