Summer Oracle 3 – the Dying and the Guardians

Aslan and Annika

 

Here is Part Three of the “Summer Oracle” sequence, containing a second Tarot reading, about three weeks after the first one.  For my method, see Part One (23 June) in the series.  Again there was a local-interest prompt, but it turned out to mean much more than that, and to develop the earlier one further.  It was partly because I didn’t shuffle the deck thoroughly, but … there are no accidents.

In this post, my journal preambles along up until the Tarot spread itself (about half way through), to develop the sense and setting.

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Journal, 14 July 2018

Right now?  A weight of sorrow and fatigue in my stomach;  frail legs and soreness in my being.  I go to see my mother this afternoon.  It is Le Quatorze, my parents’ wedding anniversary (1947).  Hot cloud inside.  And be gentle and go slow and be present.  Thank God I have no spouse to walkie-talkie all my bad habits at.  Sit still and listen.  The Infinite Resource is here.

Head by Brancusi, in Paris

That watery break-in yesterday – deluge of sudden rain tossed through wide open windows when I was out –  might have damaged a few gramophone records and cds which I hardly ever listen to anyway? … but jogged me again to start clearing excess from the corners of my mind, my house.

Memento Mori – remember death.  There is the stillness deep inside. The lighthouse keeper kindles lamp again.  Regarding my old friend and teacher whose health recently broke down – which Tarot Key is ‘on call’ for him right now?

Temperance – 14 – the Guardian angel.  Just this one, for now.

Key 14 is the “DIVINE REGULATOR” since my childhood.  Patience!   As Eliphas Levi said, the Tarot keyboard is an encyclopaedia of the cosmos.  A student of the Magical Life needs no other book.

So blow fair or foul, the wind is pure.

BOTA Tarot Tableau: three septenaries, seven columns: the keyboard.  This deck is published by the Builders of the Adytum in black and white: each student colours and thereby empowers  his or her own deck, following the Builders’ strict guidelines.  The colours of the Keys have audial resonance also.

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Journal 17 July 2018              Brambles and Roses

At my mother’s house in Somerset, huge engagement with a beast of mature bramble, shaggy rose bush and overgrown buddleia – I barbered it all back, cleared the undergrowth and deadwood inside and knitted the rose streamers around the big rotten maple stump to keep it standing.  All day: and heavily scratched.  Top of ladder gingerly to barber the buddleia.  Then we chopped up the vast pile of thorny streamers into three large bags for the dump and enjoyed much fun together about my grandmother, especially her “Let’s hope it’s not twins”  the day my sister went into labour with Toby.  We also joked about “slavery to the body” – the tyranny of my mother’s old age self-maintenance.  I see at the same time, the rhapsodic teenager at Scatwell in Easter Ross – her Land Army experiences during the war … I have all her letters of that time, they were preserved –  and her hoity toity upbringing as an Ede – root and branches of her long life.  Her new neighbours are delightful.  Three  thrilled brown children, their strong, warm mother, elegant dad and two cats … all the way from Qatar desert and skyscrapers to green grass, hills, beasts and flowers!

Back in London, I went to visit my old friend, who is in respite care at the moment. The long death runway is a sobering leveller.  Those with great esoteric learning are no more protected from the ravages of dislocated ego than anyone else.  Watch the thorns, roses and mannerisms – which I know well – coming out.   Watch my own, as they are NOW, and what it must be like to be collapsed, weak and fearful. You can’t concentrate to read and you are totally dependent on others, and trapped in your personal unease nightmare. Yet Nature is breaking down the container to release the essence.

 

Journal 18 July 2018            Ice Cream

Oh my yattering wittering droning Yesod!  It is one thing to live with and suffer it all day and every now and then remember to send it a blast from Siva’s third eye.  It is another thing to consider how its type – my weed – may blossom into full glory when the rest of my Tree loses its leaves.  The personal type comes out as the inexorable process tidies up.

The inexorable process is like an Angel.  It isn’t sentimental. It has its job to do, the heart of which is cosmic compassion … transcending and yet still within daily human stress and feeling.  When the body of an old teacher breaks down, his feeling of helplessness must be enraging, desperate and dark.  Sometimes nothing and no one is reliable.  His adventure craves care and tenderness.  Sometimes it shines through him, and sometimes it fragments.  It is a landscape.  All his lifetimes are at work.

I think what’s needed is an accepting silence so he feels heard  – and hears the condition and life as it is.   And for myself?  A golden opportunity to sweep my reactive mind and identify the Complainer.   Don’t allow my Complainer to trot endlessly.  Send in a searchlight: illumine the reactive chitchat, slow it down. The pudding is in the eating.  We are in the Aquarian age; rather than sit at another’s feet, we teach ourselves to be responsible.    Recognise the personal drivel and drone and  … seeing it, enter its flowering branch of feeling; and pause. That pause is love, which changes its nature!

My life meets an adventurous beauty with the dying: the unknown portal of their birth and moment of illumination.  I began “preparing for my death” when I left my parents’ home all those years ago, and sat bound hand and foot to my Chief Feature in the Tree – (the Chief Feature is a Gurdjieff term for the Shadow) – sitting in a big beech at Brockwood after a Krishnamurti talk in 1974; I was in despair.  How to liberate?  My apparent lack of success over nearly half a century is relative!  I made two great discoveries.  One was when I identified poetically with the homing-pigeon above the world.  In that moment of freedom I outgrew blaming others for my sorrows.  I valued my sorrows and stresses in the breadth and varied contour of the landscape I had chosen to fly along.

The other discovery was to slow down my Mercurial thought-centre to align with my physical moving-centre (another Gurdjieff theme).  When I slowed it down to the rate of physical speech it lost interest in itself verbally and became a living being. That is what I mean by “entering its branch”.  Thinking is unconsciously generated, but when I enter the branch the narrative slows down, becomes aware and even stops.

To enter the branch is to face and value the living space; for most of my automatic thinking is dead.

Ramana Arunachala

Mind is a bundle of thoughts.”

Another discovery was with Ramana Maharishi – his teaching of the aham-vritti, the Raft on which all the vegetation grows.   When I notice these things I don’t take the stuff so seriously, and when I don’t take it seriously I start to wean the battle.  Moving into the flowering branch (for any thought amounts to that), a living sap replaces the monologue.

Recognise the voice which is being allowed to chair; and let it go transparent.  Let my sense of dislocation dissolve back into the unconditional unity of my being.  I often find nothing to say, and stay rather long, and complain afterwards. Do I listen to what others say about their doings?  Or do I “ice-cream” them with my own flavours?

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The Emerald Table of Hermes

In the GREAT WORK OF ALCHEMY Paul Foster Case writes about Libra, Sublimation – the conversion of a solid into vapour bypassing the liquid form, and back to solid as in the Emerald Table.  In the Four Worlds the solid is Assiyah, the aerial vapour is Beriah.  Liquid in formation are the reflections in Yetzirah between these states.  Clouds drift through the alchemical glass vase.  Libra’s Tarot Key is 11 – Justice.

This key is called “the Faithful Intelligence”.  Justice midpoints the Tarot spectrum of 22 with an illustration of the perfect Law of balance. Discover the “I AM” at the core of human personality by going causally upstream of the world of effects.  In the human field, the transformative Life-breaths are incarnations: the rise and fall of samsara or thought.  Paul Foster Case mentions the One Law maker: the green apples which ripen on the tree; he  says “It takes just as much practice to think an unfamiliar thought as it does to perform an unfamiliar action.”  He means, to reverse or change a deep seated mental habit.  As my old teacher always said, “Keep practicing”.  Fidelity to the practice here and now in the everyday text of my soul, is the intelligence.

This comes near what I am writing about today, concerning my Chief Feature on the skids.  PFC says also that true thinking (i.e. not on the skids) is a bodily action.  Sublimation is physical labour, and it begins in our minds.  Facilitate it visually with the inner eye’s arrangement of complementary colours and balances in Key 11.  Regarding my physical activities with climbing and with garden clearance – the labour in these is to stay in balance: core stability.  Appraising an art work, from Tifareth towards Gevurah, the aesthetic or critical faculty commands with sword and scales.  It earths the heart and throat centres.  The cool work of Saturn in Venusian Libra is the Sun’s great work: equipoise.

Before going away at the weekend, I asked the Tarot for a Reflection – for a picture of my old friend and teacher’s condition. The first card was Temperance. I cut the deck 3 times 3 in my usual way (as described in Part One of this sequence), and first I turned over just the centre one.

Now turning over the cards to each side, and the three which underlie Temperance …  I find it flanked by Key 18 – the long hard path of the Moon – and Key 19, the Sun’s work with children in the field.  Under it there is the same sequence as in the 23 June reading:   20, 6, 16 (followed by 8). Add up 14,20,6,16 to find their apex or central “SHIN” … the sum is 56, reducing to 11 Justice.  As in the physical body, she regulates the Tower’s catabolic breakdown and Archangel Gabriel’s Ascension of the human family.   Her equipoise is encircled by the four Archangels: Mikael as Yod, Gabriel as Heh, Rafael Vav and Uriel as 2nd Heh.

Tarot Reflection 14.7.2018

What a beautiful portal!

The Archangelic guardians around cosmic centre; they hold my friend at a point between controlled and uncontrolled ascension.  Remember also, his Gene Key profile has big Ascension energy through it.  The vertical plane descends gently through the horizontal one – the Temperance angel’s regulation: the Healing angel’s blessing on the lovers in Gemini; the horizontal and vertical balance in the round.

“… but to apprehend
the point of intersection of the timeless
with time, is an occupation for the saint …”

T S Eliot, Four Quartets (the Dry Selvages)

Such a glimpse suggests such profound order, that it is the true position of our world.   My thought was moving into the capacity to apprehend this pattern which I laid out the other day.  I didn’t open it to look until this morning.

I am shown that the Tower now at 2nd Heh in fact performs and completes a role of perfection.  Particles of disorder are rearranged through Tarot’s depth into the beautiful resonance of our natural state breaking its seedcase and giving voice.  The seed splits to germinate. This is implicit through all phenomena.  All phenomena contain their origin.  That is what stops the mind.

Archangel Gabriel of the Waters 2002

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Journal 19 July 2018              THE GREAT BREATH

My friend T-Wigg took me last night to a Prom of Messiaen’s Turangalila.  And how! – There within massive musical mandalas stood the four shouting Archangels with their jaws falling right open and down to the ground!  In Tarot they look very demure.

The Archangels – as in Ezekiel’s Chariot –  are four of everything: the compass points North, East, West, South: the News.

My depressions with this and that are an obscuring veil, behind which stands the Archangelic Fact with its wondrous music.  When I cannot integrate the keynote, it oppresses rather than uplifts.  Key 11 in the centre is the attunement.   The resonance is found when mind is at rest.

So of course I can.  Choose Reality. In Turangalila the Angels don’t only shout, they weave a profoundly tender pattern of ascendent birdsongs.

Many messages are in this new reading.  The Sun and Moon – the wolf-and-dog shadow the children.  The Archangels’ explicit nature is to regulate, to announce, to heal and to arouse –  and their protective field whether I know it or not, is omnipresent.  Why?  Not because I’m special or do good works, but because I ask and recognise.  It demonstrates that the veil by which the human surface and its political sores is generally interpreted, is an incomplete and erratic picture.  I am able to see this because I live in a stable environment, not in a refugee concentration camp or a bad marriage.  Again as I so often repeat, I must honour what is Real, and not bury my nose in newspaper.  So Trump went to tea with the Queen … ?  What’s new?  I am the human condition.  When I start to die, I don’t want to be distracted.  Make Reality my aim!  and call on the beloved Master R.

In the Sun key the children play: in the Moon the wolf-and-dog strive and seek.  The Guardians appear to us in these different ways.  “Sun” “And” “Moon” in Hebrew (letters Resh Vav Cheth) spell RVCh, Ruach, the holy breath of cosmic harmony.  (NB, the Ch refers to Key 7 the Chariot whose sign is Cancer ruled by the Moon.  Tarot Key 18 is the Moon vibration itself, in the deck.  The letter Vav’s symbol is a nail, joining parts of speech together;  the conjunction ‘and’.)

The mood swings the scales in the steady hand of Justice.  She holds the lifted Sword, the Word, in her right.  To her right is the sound of one hand clapping.  To her left is the thunderclap.  At her feet is the human landscape cleansed with rain: “love and you shall know”.  Above her head the Weather making angel twixt Sun and Moon … awakens the lion and eagle from the mud.

I started to study Sublimation in the Great Work, whose Key is 11;  then my Tarot reflection added up to 11 its apex!   But of course …  The addition sum of the Four Archangels (whichever way round) is bound to be 11, cosmic equilibrium, the Tarot midpoint.  The Queen of Justice sits likewise at the heart of the Tarot Tableau (see above) with its interwoven sequence of Tetragrams.

In my concern for my old friend, I stumbled on this heavenly order … the Guardians of his soul, the Tree and the teaching.

Justice is a Karmic goad.  Her pressure is painful until alignment is slipped into.  In this Reflection she midpoints horizontally (20, 11, 16) the keys of Resurrection and Catastrophe.  Give to her my centre of gravity as a human mite, and calm the mental waters.  In the Vertical sequence (14, 11, 6), the garden is watered and fired, and grows up into conscious Life and Love.  Rather than label the Eternal Life, rediscover it.  Gradually the resting-place dawns.  The letter SAMEKh is the royal tent-peg.

Elementally the four Archangels are: Mikael Fire, Gabriel Water, Rafael Air and Uriel Earth.  They came out in the order of the Tetragram Cross which I learned with Mouni Sadhu. The  Hermetic Virtues in the order of fire, water, air, earth are: to Dare, to Keep Silent, to Know and to Try.   My present way of life strange as it may seem, with so much coming and going, is my Temple’s architectural footprint.  Draw water from the well.  Cultivate optimism – the higher wavelength – in the face of pessimist default.  Make your thinking different!

Regarding spiritual labels: it is the habit of most humans to label and wear their spiritual affinity.  For me this felt nice at the beginning, but it deteriorates and eventually dies into political badges.  Best not to wear it, but to find it.  To label and wear is the natural desire for security.  The Great Work only needs watering with the continual art of discovery.

Identifying with any teaching exclusively becomes a badge and makes dying difficult.  We must transmit the good NEWS but paradoxically keep it silent.  This seems to be my general task, as I can write it, but not so easily speak it.   “Love and you shall know.”  I love the Archangels of Justice and their cosmic joke for me with Messiaen’s Turangalila symphony. All things decay and are reborn.  Decay in our earthly terms is painful, but as the dross dissolves, there is joy.

Sublimation.  What an important stage in Alchemy this is!

Paul Foster Case writes that rather than “lean on some supposedly higher personality” it behoves us to take responsibility for our cosmic debts.  Although the Law has perfect precision in this respect, her highest expression transcends the “eye for eye”. Our debt may be forgiven upstream by invoking a higher cosmic currency of the same Law.  An alchemist’s inner work enables him or her to “strike the balance without pain”.

Saturn – alchemical lead – is exalted in Libra, whose ruler is Venus.  The Libran element is Air: a balanced deep breath – then pause – then exhale.  Paul Foster Case suggests ten-minute periods for this practice: sunrise, noon and sunset.  I think this kumbakha principle with the breath is common to all traditions, for it harnesses the mental root.  Ramana Maharshi counselled to be gently conscious with the breath, like a rider guiding a horse; the rise and fall in the heart.

We are a School of the Soul.  I have a potential  “being-present relationship” with my teacher, over the last thirty years. We are both Capricorn – gate keepers to the field of asphodel.   Get ice-cream on your face – pick up, brush down, look to the Archangelic Guardians for perspective and try again.  Yesterday I told him the hardest workers in life are those who are just born and those who are going to die: “now she tells me!” said he.

As for my personal Yesodic monster – it is fear and anxiety, a thin pollution-miasm through my being, about whether I can fit in and get to places during the day.  Sublimation is a process of selective elimination: use the Sword of Justice to cut away the brambles and embody the kind of “actions which nourish courage, confidence and decision“.  Discard wasteful arguments and controversial topics.  Eliphas Levi: “the way to see is not to be always looking.”  Choose refreshing amusements!  “I” (She of Justice in the book of Tokens) “am the goad of action.”  Creative clarity and purity of mind may precipitate mental images swiftly into the physical world: and the miraculous Way appears.

“I am the power of equilibrium
which holds Ruach in balance
between formation and destruction
as a driver with his goad
keeps his ox from straying off the highway.
Yet is this directive power inherent in RVCh itself
for I myself am that great Breath of Life.”

Key 11, The Book of Tokens
by Paul Foster Case

Is this not marvellous with the Tarot reflection?  And Ruach the Spirit or divine breath is the Rower of the seas. The GREAT BREATH may be simply visualised as the wavelets to and fro, and the exposed wet sand between.

I feel stronger now.  I felt weakly identified with situations and the weather and the glaring miasm which humankind believes itself to be in.  It doesn’t matter how much or how often I fail, so long as I pick myself up again and keep going. The daily Underground travel is noisy and exhausting.  In the morning here, the well fills up again with wonder.

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20 July 2018              Stone Crucible

I love these Archangels (yesterday), and wonder if they demonstrate an incarnation and its rise and fall of embodied life?  The breath of life of course is that.  I find this (like any practice) not easy to perform formally, but do often remember to come into solar plexus present and breathe consciously a couple of times.

Last night I dreamed I embraced my cher ami in Trieste and rested my head on his right shoulder.  He was extraordinarily broad, earthy, firm, warm and trusted.  He wore soft dark-brown leather slippers, old ones with a bit of worn fur trim.  They were comfortable and much wider than his not large feet.  The beauty and strength of the Zodiacal bull embodies an archetypal tenderness – what privilege –   I love these nuances.  The ordinary human engine does not often notice them and seeks bigger signals perhaps.  In the crucible, the nuance is the ineffable nous of Alchemy: trust it.

Asphodel by Paul & Pam Markwell

I saw the other day a washbasin fixed to an outside wall for gardeners:  it was hollowed from a big grey Stone, the interior polished smooth.  I love the feel of it. Alchemy is the profound treasury of the heart of things:  cultivation of the nous.  The natural life-breath (as instructed by Paul Foster Case) is soft and joyous acceptance.

Today I went Castling – indoor rock climbing in North London.  It was hot and I was tired, but I managed to do that Green traverse a few times – not fluently, but with better balance.  I just potter around, doing the same little climbs and overhangs again and again – by now needing proper outdoor rocks and slabs to dance with.  The core stability feeling improves.  Core stability is in the bones, a balanced flow of movement taking and transferring fleshy weight and stretch.  Use not brute strength but the movement.

Alchemy is as alchemy does in “The Violet Crystal”; the jewels in life’s un-ideal management.  Alchemy in solitary laboratory does not glow with life, like alchemy which bristles with human oddity, relationship and paradox out of doors and every day.  An alchemist lives and lurches along potential stress and pain, occasionally balancing beautifully, the thread.  That sums up my way of life.  The thread is a musical string, sometimes at perfect pitch.  The Archangelic Tetragram  Keys 14, 20, 6 and 16 demonstrates the process of any thought or creative intention.

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John York and Claudio Jaffe, Wigmore Hall 1986

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

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Summer Oracle 2: Through Thunder or the Dew, fall Silent

This is the second of three posts. A Tarot reflection just after midsummer this year opened opened up a contemplation including and far transcending my enquiry into the odd local event which triggered it. Those  private and universal threads continue to flow. The Hanging Man and the Tower (here reflecting one another) are traditionally the least popular cards in the deck; but what profound alchemical treasure they reveal …

Journal, 27 June 2018
I am reminded of God’s speech – Key 16 is called the House of God.  Its Hebrew letter PEH symbolises the mouth.  In any element, any detail of life, the Voice speaks;  not often do I fall silent to hear  the speech through thunder or through the dew.  Two of these Keys specify the Sound of God: 20 and 16.  Their pathways connect Netzach, Hod and  Malkuth in the lightning-flash to earth.  The instant the Voice is “seen”, there is no room or time for analytical mind on the Tree.  Thought collapses into Source.

An oracle is a cosmic vocal cord through which a situation under review resonates in unison with many others.  The “wiring” is through the cellular membrane or auric interface.  That which seems to part our fields unites them.  Part the waves and kiss the lips!

Each situation has a mouth which speaks if it is heard.  My Hanging Man tumbles to hear what is inside the Tower.  The Tower is an inverted well.  Inside the Tower, as butterfly in chrysalis, is the woman by the well in Key 17 (her sign is Aquarius): the interior Stars.  When the Hanging Man dives through patriarchal-system collapse, s/he rediscovers the feminine root in earth, the forgotten and begotten Mother.  We as humankind move through this process individually and collectively.  Discovery is sanctified through the open honesty of the Lovers: their freedom of being.  They nourish but do not impinge.  The interior Wisdom of Solomon shines through the cracking crust of fancy.

The Hanging Man is Tarot’s Messiah – a grain of yeast to leaven the bread.  The Aquarian dispensation no longer enthrones Messiah as an individual example.  This outgrown concept breaks down throughout the world, and thus the present chaos, pain, tension and pollution of faith in the outer crust.

Arcana 12 and 16

Messiah is a collective point of omnipresence.  Messiah occupies a certain frequency or waveband in our consciousness.  Any of us may restrain our mind’s mountains and cliffs of fall, and enter the Messianic waveband for an instant or a cosmic hour, whether knowing or not.  No impure ambition can find this seat.  The supreme sacrifice of individuality was made.  Within the resonance of that inner plane sacrifice, dwell today’s martyrs in the world.  All of those who fought for freedom and were tortured, displaced and killed  empower the deep-seated Change in humankind.  Hallowed in the heart, their spiritual strength gestates a living reality.

What is Messiah?  the kindling point of transformation – the latent flame within the wood – the trumpet note the child hears – conversion of the lion’s roar into melody.

Annika and Aslan

What is the human heart’s desire?  –
to experience each phase of its evolution fully and completely.

“O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne’er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed O my dear …”

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Cliffs of Fall – two versions.  Many years ago I was commissioned a painting for Hopkins’ poem. The first of the two versions above was the initial sketch. While doing the painting, a chance brush stroke in the sky suggested a seal’s head – which utterly transformed the whole concept from fear to wonder, breaking through earth’s crust into an inner light.  The original painting this happened with, got lost, and i only have a poor photo of it.  The above version was a reconstruction of the original.

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Let us form an alchemical vessel, a Grail cup.  The Firing of the Tower is transformative heat – the bellows and the oven.  In alchemy the bellows are the breath; the oven is our body, the temple at work. The Tower which devastates the ignorant signals a gentle presence: the Star, the woman by the well within.

Not by force is the soul plexus transmuted, but through the feathery warmth of hen’s breast upon the egg: an inexplicable miracle of the secret fire within our blood and in all phenomena. You, we, I originate from a Solar star; from galactic stars: the core of Gaia within our earth.  We know the way Home.

In my experience, whenever I see and walk the Tower path, I hear the speech of the illumined Maestri, of Master R, in ways in which my interior is encoded to receive it.

I hear it unexpectedly.  It confirms what is taught and envisioned in “New Earth” circles about Ascension: a process of profound and all-inclusive embodiment.  As I drop my centre of gravity from head (where it is “out to lunch”) into heart, Sol plexus, dantien and soles of feet and hands, so the Consciousness apparently ascends;  the human sensory spectrum gains height, breadth and depth.  The media belief system and its marketing puts up a colossal resistance to it.   In the cosmic clock, this is natural.  As human species we are designed to move as osmosis through the tree to solar light: through resistant ground.

Alchemy Eagle Crow

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The Genius of the Cell lies within its Membrane

The Gene Keys transmission says of the fear-based mono-celled outlook on life:  “The thinking goes that if the brain is in the nucleus and the nucleus contains the instructions, then the instructions control the cell and therefore us. However, quantum biology has discovered something very remarkable that directly challenges this. The brain of the cell does not reside within the nucleus after all, but in the cellular membrane which provides an interface with the environment.  In a nutshell, this means that life is designed to be cooperative rather than competitive.  This new biological view makes enormous sense when considered alongside quantum physics, which holds that all of life is interrelated and holistic rather than separative.  In the old view, we humans are the victim of our selfish genes; in the new view there are no victims, only a huge interconnected and interdependent cosmos …

“… If it were true that deep within the nucleus of every cell a selfish drive were paramount, then it is highly unlikely that any two cells could ever cooperate, since their very design would drive them to compete. The genius of the cell and its true brain must therefore lie where the quantum biologists say it lies – within the cell’s membrane.  We know that the membrane allows the single cell to respond to its environment.  But it goes one stage further than this – it must allow its DNA to be INFLUENCED by its environment.  This is the foundational principle of quantum biology, and it is regarded as nothing short of heresy in the face of current mainstream biological dogma.

“… Innovation is built into life. In other words, life itself is designed to transcend its own initial programming (Difficulty at the Beginning/I Ching 3rd hexagram) and discover new and higher forms of consciousness.  Beyond selfishness and chaos lies cooperation and innovation.  Innovation only occurs when you truly begin to think for yourself … which is relatively uncommon.  In order to be truly innovative, you have to attain a very high frequency that allows you to see beyond the collective worldview.”

Richard Rudd,
Gene Keys – Unlocking the Higher Purpose hidden in your DNA” (2013)

Solomon’s young gazelle in the Song of Songs leaps through fields, stands by our window, looks through the lattice …  The Lover’s Key in the Tarot pictorially encodes the process quoted above.  Look carefully, to discover it within.

In Gene Key 3’s programming partner, the 50th Siddhi, “the gathering of the Illuminati, the chosen ones into our legends, dreams and even conspiracy theories … is a commonly misunderstood ideal.  The term indeed refers to a higher evolution of celestial beings or ascended masters, but these beings are not separate from us. They are our higher nature personified.  As your higher bodies transmute your lower instincts and emotions, so you come into the frequency field of their higher harmony.  This field draws you into itself and gradually transforms your cellular DNA into its highest mode of functioning.  We now live in the time of … unprecedented planetary change.  As the awakening becomes progressively more widespread, the awakened higher bodies of individuals will come into a heightened communal harmony that quickens the frequency of the whole of humanity.  Eventually the Illumined will assimilate all human beings into its ranks and humankind will finally experience itself as a single unified cosmic being.”

Richard Rudd, 50th Gene Key

Lighthouse keepers are in touch with each other through their lamps across the world’s seas, assisting ships.

Lighthouse painted by my brother Simon when he was about 11

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Now draw in the threads.

This Tarot oracle (see top of page) is a direct response to a fight which broke out in the street, and my being brought to witness the same party in a different spot, a week later.

What is my work within it?  I am a bee.  I extracted and extract honey.  What is here is elsewhere.  The event felt like a trigger, a turning point.  I worried about my friend’s safety and the hornet he aroused.  But that is on the accustomed surface.  In truth, when I dived into the event and asked the oracle – the  clear lake – it shows a local eruption and a deluge of the powers of Light like a rain to quench that blaze.  My role in this?  Allow Consciousness making waves with the Guardians to see through shambles. It digs down deep into my source through the mud, and finds the  pure water.  The priestess of Isis is the breath of the sea at night.

Mother Isis of the Moon

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Added to this, is the vivid impression of my mother’s flower of life imprinted on the hills and woods and fields around Nether Stowey;  before very long, she will have died, but the fragile paradox in her descent remains powerful in the air – her loving association with this landscape – a passion of fulfilment.  Similarly I felt my late father’s in Somerset and in Devon – his lanes and hills have his flower within them, they are in my eye beholding those which are in his, which belongs to them.

Today’s Zodiac Gene Key is 52, the Mountain: keeping still: the Restraint contains the fullness.

An I Ching drawing: Wind (wood or tree) over Mountain – hexagram 53 “Gradual Progress”. “A tree on a mountain develops slowly according to the law of its being, and consequently stands firmly rooted.” The 53rd Gene Key is called “Evolving beyond Evolution”

The oracle never tells me “what to do”.  The activity flowing from it is self explanatory – watch what takes shape following the oracle, and what is seen.  The oracle is a lake in a hill, (I Ching 31, the Wooing Influence); the activity is the stream flowing from it down into the valleys.

This oracle has double Lovers – as above so below – and the red lion restrained through refinement of strength.  The dew of heaven falls onto a fiery tower.  The tower is a phallic organ of speech.  The Messianic dew descends, trumpeted by Gabriel and tempered by Mikael.

Something significant is unfolding, transpersonally.  The wavebreak of a crackling tower yet reveals to me the Well below it, and the maiden.

The oracle speaks out loud – through 20, 8 and 16 – and the woman with the lion does not restrain or stifle the voice, she guides it.  His voice comes from where her womb is.  A long-term sexual revolution falls into the world, reversing many ways that things were.  Revolution is a watch-word of Master R, who exemplifies inner revolution.

The Lovers are doubled and the Lion woman holds her ground between the sizzle of water and fire.  In the Lovers’ sky are clouds: the steam.

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Arunachala – the inner path

With these thoughts comes the bulky silence of the Mountain over Mountain: hexagram 52 in the I Ching and gene keys.

Silence facilitates transmission: the serpent power of a small tsunami through the sea.

It is the way of all energy to find its restful accommodation – for water to find its level.  It goes to where there is room.  Whatever happens in life, there is energy or force, and this energy may be guided interiorly – like the woman with lion’s roar – to find a space to expand and settle.  My first insight with the oracle was: don’t in any way react further, or stand in its way. This event has a truth of its own, needing expression. Listen to the world, not with media but with ear to the ground.

My second insight is similar.  When an energy explodes, it travels towards a lake where it may disperse, a room to accommodate its expansion.  Do not impede its ultimate peace.  The principle is ju-jitsu, martial art, the real meaning of Yeshua’s other cheek.  Let the violent intention disperse itself. Yet trusting the camel, tie the leg!

I believe some situations contain personal traps where a violent intention impedes itself and  loses juice.  Provocation from the other side may release it again, which makes some persons habitually violent – their cages disable them.

It is wise to give a walking wound a wide berth.  He does not know what he does, or what drives him.  The personal ego’s search for justice is a rats’ tail race.  Compassion him and let him be.  Be still.

Mountain roots, Arizona

It is rather wonderful how in the Gene Keys Zodiac ‘wheel’, over the time of midsummer Solstice, the Mountain stillness follows the Florescence of 15, the “ever flowering spring“.  Falling into the situation’s heart, disregard the characters and their problems;  enter the flower within the mountain. What matters on the stage is here today … and gone tomorrow.

This too shall pass.

Cultivate perennially, the flower in the mountain.  With a loving heart, the miracle is omniscient in all the atoms.

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

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Summer Oracle 1: for Gaia

This is the first of three posts, about a Tarot reading just after midsummer this year.  The oracle opened up (as usual) a contemplation including and far transcending the strange local event which triggered it. Those  private and universal threads continue to flow, and only now have I time to collect and edit them together..  You may not want to read it all, but dip here and there in the lake for possible echoes !  The Hanging Man and the Tower (reflecting one another) are traditionally the least popular cards in the deck; but what profound alchemical treasure they reveal …

Here is part One – Journal 23 June 2018

Keep cool.  The cracks flowed richly together, like the Golden Net all over Gaia.  Contemplate this fact.  Watch the space.  Love the space – that means embrace it, keeping still.  Let the sea of it flow through, and reflect the way of martial art to deftly step aside, forgive, give way to the force.

I am shown what the Higher Power electrifies in my soul and centre of gravity.   Peace.

The problem for me, is that yesterday’s serendipitous encounter with a violent stranger may generate enemies and their own trains.  The answer is that everywhere in life there is risk or apparent risk; and when the soul is focused, she navigates with place, time and precision.   Keep thinking Golden Net and the crisscrossing delta traces in sand.   Time and space with this event in my soul gives it digestion.

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Digestion is alchemical – assimilation means conversion to energy – and I am reminded of Tarot Key 8 and the Heracles with Lion in a cave, which Midi Berry sent me.

 

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Master R, what is your view?

Tarot Keys to reflect … my method is to shuffle the deck, wait a moment for the lake to quieten, then cut the deck with left hand and repeat three times (no need to reshuffle).  This reading is with just the 22 Major Arcana. From the three piles face down, turn over the centre top card, and then the ones to the right and left.  The first card is the reading’s YOD or intention.  The ones to each side enhance or qualify its character.

From the first card, turn over the three cards underneath it in the pile.  They represent H, V, H of Tetragrammaton YHVH.  Y (Yod) is the father, H (Heh) is the mother, V (Vav) is the child and H (second Heh) is the family of the first three in its concerted action, decay  or momentum.  It contains and generates within it a new Yod or cycle.


The 2nd HEH (fem) generates new YOD (masc)

Finally, add together the numbers of Y H V H in the reading for an overview.  Consider Y H V H as sides of a pyramid: the fifth card is the apex.  It is represented by the three-pronged 21st Hebrew letter SHIN. As YHVH is Jahweh, YHShVH is Yeshua, who liberates.  So the fifth and central card, representing the SHIN, may be seen as a liberating overview, with altitude or perspective: the Hermetic relationship of Above and Below.

Here, Key12 the Hanging Man (it was reversed) walks contra the way of the world; also suggesting a sacrifice. He is flanked by 20/Ascension and 14/Temperance.

The Hanged Man is Yod for the Lovers, the Tower and Tarot Key 8 the woman with the lion.  12+6+16+8 = 42 = 6; the Lovers at the apex, as in the Heh card ‘below’.  The Tower cracked open.  The woman contains the red lion.  The lovers – twice 6 are 12 – are equilibrium.  The Hanging Man on the inner plane equilibrates the pendulum at rest – the birth into earth: seed drops.

The Tower mirrors the Hanging Man. Come to meet or unify the male and female consciousness tumbling out.  The Tower is a well.  I wondered deeply at the mirroring.  The Tower in alchemy is a Grail vessel which periodically cracks shell. Nothing in nature remains static.  The Hanging Man is a lake.   The Tower is a lightning flash.

I just noticed the ‘contact pattern’ of numbers in this reflection: 6 12, 16 8.  For me, this kind of pattern indicates that a Master’s eye is near; for what small wit of mine could casually bestow the spontaneous harmonic?  The oracle is a relationship with the inner plane and its wisdom.

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Regarding yesterday’s encounter, shown to me twice in different places where I just ‘happened to be’ – it was a Sky-hawk’s view: as the heavenly eye and the earthly detailed eye of Horus homed into the Bull & Bush (a pub near Golders Green).  I was given a view  behind the stage into private rooms.

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Journal 26 June 2018             THE WHITE EAGLE IN ALCHEMY

Deeply tired.  Physically … It is very hot weather, I got back from Nether Stowey yesterday and went in the evening to the Castle to sample the “women’s bouldering” – no vitality at first, on my own!  bored and dull.  But when I met up with shapely Christine and large dreadlocked Jamaican Marie I discovered what a huge difference it makes to be encouraged and to take turns at a pitch and watch each other.  I discovered that I climb quite well, considering I’ve only done it for a month, and can attempt what the other two do, who’ve done it for two years.  I did a V1 Yellow route – very pleased.  When people get together it is called a Session, and the venue is cooperatively social.  Next time, take my harness and do a top-rope climb with the automatic belay.  Just as it was getting a bit routine, I am through the roof again.  With leg work, do “small steps”.  This positions and balances much better for long reaches.  My new friends try going up slabs with just their feet – palms on slab, no hold.  I tried it too. Getting a little more confident with those nasty moments which rely on vertical balance, perched on the wall. Also discovered I recover quickly from each effort and am ready to go again.   But this morning … EXHAUSTED!   Maybe the heat.  Sweating.

Tired – let go into it – lovely walk at the weekend up into Quantock woods with my mother, her slow fragile pace being my opportunity to contact with the ground and flow – weightless sole of feet and hips: sweet leafy tunnels, dark earth and great populations of young dancing oaks shot through with light.  What will I do, what will I feel when she is gone?  How vivid and intense is her descending imprint of life.   Here today but in a few years, gone!  Her imprint, her sticks, her soul pattern are a flower through the wooded hills.

Now, that Tarot on Saturday morning …

   14, Equilibrium         12             20 Ascension
                         Pendulum
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     Secret garden        secret        Strength/
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                        Awakening
                        Eruption

I love this one.  Lay it out again.  The Hanging Man is the Waters and therefore the Well – and dangles head down into the erupting lightning-struck tower.  What appears violent in one plane is peaceful in another.  At apex the pendulum rests at midpoint pivoting.  In the pendulum’s returning arcs to each side are the Archangels Mikael and Gabriel!

The Lovers – twice – are Rafael.The Tower represents Archangel Uriel’s flash of lightning.  The Great Four Guardians are in the belly of the woman with her red lion!

Three great Scarlet Keys – 20, the mother-fire letter SHIN (Archangel Gabriel with trumpet), the red lion in 8, and red fiery Mars,16.

The beautiful Tempering element or balancing – Keys 14, 12 and 6.

The simple way with the oracle is to visualise and contemplate its image or reflection.  The oracle does the rest.  Visualise the pictures and their integrity and speech – the power. Do I begin life this way? The tower is a figure of speech – where God opens mouth.  In the same way, the woman guides the red lion’s mouth to sing, rather than roar.  The Lovers in their nude grace give space for each other beneath Rafael’s wings, with Mount Binah in the landscape between them.  The Binah landscape is the Understanding.  The Understanding is Ramesh Balsekar’s beautiful unadorned word for the teaching.

What a lot of wings!  Three pairs upraise that invincible perfumed power of the angels.  The angels bear vast power.  Nothing can oppose them, for they are the Law.  They carry out the Law and beneath the shelter and shadow of their Wings are my rod and staff.  Gabriel’s wings are raised up: Mikael’s and Rafael’s are at rest.

My first insight with this on Saturday 23 June was to meet all things with deep surrendering equanimity.  Eruptions and fireballs in the earth plane, local and at large, are within the Provenance of these Higher Beings.  Who can predict what They see at a glance?  I feel the hawk’s eye.  I love the way the Hanging Man peacefully drops down into the drama of the Tower erupting.  The Hanging Man is the dew of heaven.  Regarded the wrong way round, he gets a bad press.  The Hanging Man is the power of offering no resistance to the event great or small – the event is blessed by the angels.

On the Tree of Life diagram is shown Mars-sulphur glyph and Hanging Man as the Venusian descent of Mezla, dew of heaven.

On the horizontal beam of JHVH cross – the two HEHs, keys 6 and 8 – note the same green landscape with its distant violet mountain.  That mountain, a simple cone in the drawing, signifies all mountain ranges and their inspiration;  Binah is the alchemical salt or crystal of Saturn.  Saturn governs the maturity of any unfolding process.  The exploding Tower is the crack in earth I’ve been registering recently.  There are events elsewhere in which this crack is catastrophic.

I love to be here the gentle power of the woman with the Lion – her hands in the corners of his smile, the red rose garland binding woman and beast in a figure of eight, her long white robe, the flowers in her hair, the golden sky.

It is a version of the 34th Gene Key, the ancient Beauty of the Beast.  See, her spine straightens up as she tunes his vocal cords.  The serpent power of his tail is electro-magnetic.

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The pair of lovers in Key 16 are hurled from the cracking tower into manifestation – seeds burst from splitting pod – but in Key 6 their marriage is made in heaven. The mental plane with the Archangel through which they see each other and speak, is veiled by cloud from the generative organs of Earth.  Nature’s instinctive work is attuned to the power of Consciousness.  The Buddhic and Causality regions through the mental, astral and physical planes are depicted here.  Packages of history are layered as in a jamjar containing salts, gravels and silts.  From the Golden Source shines Rafael’s countenance and hands.  There are the fruits and flames of Eden;  there emerge just above the cloudy veil the Lovers’ faces; their reciprocal intelligence allows their hands to join with the Holy One.  Trusting their body they stand by their Trees.

In Temperance the design is the same, but the Lovers are in the animal kingdom, lion and eagle; and Archangel Mikael cooks and cools them (see the BOTA version).  Fire flows; and water burns.  There’s the distant Mountain also! –  crowned with the Solar genius.

 

In Judgement 20, the Lovers co-created their Child who ascends with them to Gabriel’s intimate trumpet call.  Although this is a Fire Key, it is filled with icebergs and floating stone.  It is primordial before, through and transcending biological Life.   The Lovers in the centre of the reading are fertile.  The Mountain in the distance is the Child growing within them.  With the repeated mountain symbol, the dew of YOD and VAV falls into the volcanic well.

Life blossoms in the universality of death, the downward flowing brook.

Snake, water, stone …

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And now bring in my other main area of study, the 64 Gene Keys transmission (Richard Rudd and friends):

Which I Ching hexagram does the Hanging Man over lightning-struck Tower suggest to me?  In the Hebrew alphabet the Hanging Man is MIM the Waters, and the Tower is PEH the spitting fire of Mars and speech.

Looking up the I Ching trigrams of water over fire, I find their union is the 3rd hexagram: Difficulty at the Beginning.  In the Gene Keys transmission which is based on the I Ching, the 3rd hexagram/Gene Key is called ‘Through the Eyes of a Child‘.  The Shadow, Gift and Siddhi archetypes of this Gene Key are Chaos, Innovation, Innocence.

The innovative Gift within the 3rd Shadow is called “The end of island mentality”!  In this gene key is coded the fact that the cell’s innovative and relational genius lies not in the nucleus but within the interactive cellular membrane between each cell.  On this principle may be based the coming social revolution of Solar fusion energy.  Why?  because the Solar photon which moves and is kindled in all directions, is coming and will come into its own.  Is not the Tower itself, seemingly destructive but seminally creative, a solar photon of this kind?

The eyes of the Hanging Man Child are wide open and filled with light, diving through and into the membrane which we used to believe kept us separate.  He wears blue tunic and red hose – the woman and man fall out of the dark tower headfirst – and golden shoes.  He unifies their torment of separateness.  As one even with the refugee catastrophe all over the world is this one’s peace.  Blessed are the fractured for they shall be made whole.

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I just turned to some pages from Paul Foster Case’s “The Great Work” and found the chapter on “Digestion”.  It is the fifth stage and it is Hebrew letter TETh, Key 8 – Tarot key 9, of Strength, woman with lion.  I will abridge it, for the original material is copyrighted to the Builders of the Adytum.  In brief, PFC says,

“Chemically, the digestive process exposes a foodstuff to the action of a liquid with the aid of heat (the elements of fire and water), to extract its subtle constituents. 

“The cosmic mental energy is ‘watery’ because it flows in streams as current, forms vibrational waves, is tidal and reflects like a mirror..

“Alchemical fire is the electric vital force taking form as solar radiance and heat, the animating principle of all creatures. The fiery action breaks down and consumes the forms through which it came to conscious life.

“On the Tree of Life the Hebrew letter TETh joins Hesed (water of life), to Gevurah (fire of life).  The way in which these two occult elements combine is called ‘the intelligence of the secret of works’.

“Hesed is … centred in the solar plexus or Jupiter centre.  Gevurah the sphere of Mars … works through the Mars centre.  Digestion as understood in alchemy, blends the forces of the Jupiter and Mars chakras … …(with the action of the Sun and Virgo).

“As TETh means “serpent”, the Secret Intelligence concerns the raising of the serpent power.  An alchemist transforms it into the WHITE EAGLE.  As the eagle is of Zeus or Jupiter, alchemical work essentially transmutes Mars (the Tower, key 16) into Jupiter (the Wheel, Key 10).  

“What else is this, but the transformation of the destructive force which overthrows form into that perfect comprehension of Reality which fulfils our real desires?”

Abridged from the writing of Paul Foster Case

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The Hawk, the far-seeing Horus Child is the White Eagle.

The Mars and Jupiter centres together constitute the solar plexus intelligence in the Gene Keys transmission and teachings.  Add to it, Saturn the root chakra.  And stand firm, and glide and climb and undulate and blossom!

The Hanging Man’s facial expression is let down into all unquiet scenes.

Parts Two and Three to follow

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

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Tarot Keys 8 & 1 & 9

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I did a Tarot reading last week by cutting my deck of 22 Major Arcana three times three, then turning over the top card of each pile.  This orderly picture was not what I expected to see, because I’d caught a bad cold and was all over the place; so I studied it carefully to find its higher message or ‘music’.  The first or centre one means Tifareth, with the Tree’s feminine and masculine pillars to the left and right.  Here is my reflection:

Key 1, the Magician (Mercury) wears a casual red mantle (Mars) over the inner robe which is white, and he gardens roses and lilies.  He conducts the force down from heaven to earth.  To his left are the tools – wand, cup, sword, pentacle – J H V H.  Above his head swirls the symbol of infinity.  If Amnesty is a kind of I-am-nesty, he is the One-nesty: an ‘intelligence of transparency’.  A turquoise snake girdles his waist to remind me of Key 13, the Reaper of life’s cycles.  Serpent symbolism is cyclic and regenerates itself. The circle round his waist and 8 over his head, combine pleasingly;  that which appears to be bounded (circle) is infinite inside.  Be planted in your garden.

The Keys – Hermit and Soul Strength – to each side of the Magus indicate what he is doing just now.  All three – representing the Kingdoms, animal, plant and mineral – gaze downward.  The Hermit stands on a snowy mountain top like a lighthouse keeper.  The Magus grows roses and lilies in the garden, while Mistress Soul Strength tames her alchemical Red Lion.  The Lion is our vital force, the Magus is our conscious self and the Hermit is All-Consciousness.

The woman with the Lion is a female magus – a lemniscate swirls above the flowers in her hair.  She wears the Magus’s shining white robe:  the loose red mantle of Mars is now the power of her Hermetic Lion whom she tames by opening his mouth for him to roar TUNEFULLY.  Binding him to her belly with a wreath of Magus roses, she is the higher Self/subconscious relationship.  Giving birth through the lion’s mouth, she is particular with the offspring she lets out.  She contains that power, like a breeze tossing birds on hilltop or green meadow.  Behind them is a wide open landscape for long walks, and in the distance rises the Hermit’s mountain; the lion frisks his tail.  The buttercup-yellow sky and background is (in Tarot) the colour of our sun or SOL.

Alchemy is called ‘the Sun’s work’.  It moves through and transforms our bodies, with what we eat, and pushes daffodil, buttercup and primrose through the ground.  Within the mountain the hidden veins of gold are ‘congealed sunlight’.

Annika and Aslan

The Hermit is ship’s mast, lighthouse column, SOLitude.  The staff he holds is himself: the rod with which our Magus brings down the light.  The Hermit IS ‘be still and know’.  His cloak the colour of grey rocks conceals pure light.  The lamp refracts and directs the beam.  In the dark, where the other two are in full sunlight, he is the maker of Light.  Light emerges through darkness.

The Hermit’s sign is Virgo.  (Magus is Mercury and the sign of Strength is the Sun’s own – Leo).  Virgo rules the dark labyrinth through which we process solar atoms into the blood stream.  He is seeing right down into his own digestive process, and he wears a YOD cap whose colour has feminine sensitivity – blue, like the priestess.  His hebrew letter YOD is the tenth:  it carries the same meaning as linga in Sanskrit – the phallus as a kindler of light.

Contemplate these three Keys, two of them sunlight, one of them night.  The edge of the Hermit’s key is Venusian green flecked with sunlight, like early leaves in spring.  Darkness generates that power of Light.  Any condition might be brought to realise so.

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Alchemists call our gut the Black Dragon.  Solar atoms (golden yellow) are diffused through its walls into the bloodstream by means of lacteals called chyle, the virgin’s milk.  Red and white ‘soldiers’ (blood cells or corpuscles) then travel to the various cities and castles (organs) around the body where they are required. The old alchemical engravings  are filled with these ideas.  We may value also the interior splendour of our bodies: the hidden rainbow hues, the cosmic integrity and balance of each organ, vessel, enzyme and cellular memory in its place, the solar pulse and flow of life.   Virgo keeps the SECRET things in order, like a secretary.  The Hermit’s cap is phallic and feminine. YOD the smallest letter in the Hebrew alphabet, is spermatic, a tiny fish: the seed of all the other letters.   Reflect on the fluid mystery of masculinity and the androgyne; they put the king and queen to bed together in the Hermetica.

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Conditions (and bad colds) pass, along with the idea of standing still in the flowery meadow;  another temporary adjustment to the tides of tempo:  a fruitful opportunity.  In the darkest part of the body is confected the light of life. Life is something to live slowly, because no matter where or how I am, it is full with light, sound, space and sensation. This open tempo prevails, even within an accelerated human topsoil.  I only have to stop and see and be it, and not be in a hurry.  It produces an almost imperceptible yet delectable manna from heaven.

Leo, Mercury, Virgo;  let these three add up to 18 which is 9, which always reduces to itself.   8    +      1     =     9

Astrologically, Key 1 is ‘Mercury’ wearing a red mantle of Mars – nowadays Mars is chugging along in Gemini, the sign ruled by Mercury.  Mercury changed direction last week in Aries (ruled by Mars).  It is now going Direct.  Mercury and Mars are in each other’s signs –  in mutual reception.  So is it surprising to see their clarity in the oracle?  What did surprise me was my transparency, because I felt blurred.  I think I had asked, ‘what’s this about?  What should I do?”

My ascendant (physical vehicle) is on the cusp Leo-Virgo;  here, Mercury stands between them on the cusp, in beautiful white, red and gold;  the signifier.  Mercury is the mental body, and its vitality; Mars the physical body and its regulation.   The Inner Plane or oracle reflects and advises the outer, and brings peace.  Make way for the Higher Hermetic Mercury.  He wears the Mars garment casually and he adapts the situation.  The Higher Hermetic Mercury is a healing staff:  Egyptian ankh, the Caduceus.

I find in my soul, a caduceus.  It is made from ebony or yew, and it has subtle powers of alignment.

The mental body  (Hermetic Mercury) is the template from birth for our volatile physical body.  From its constancy come needful repairs and healing to physical tissues; but that depends on what we identify with.  Many healers call upon the subtle template to assist them with repairs to the physical.  Jesus did, without even thinking of it.

Yeshua, loaves and fishes

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The highest Mercurial operation in Tarot is in key 6 the Lovers, whose sign is Gemini.  Mercurius within their reciprocal space sets everything in its place, like a table laid for God.

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

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The Alchemy of the 19th Arcanum

19 sun - Version 2

Children of the Sun
play with a ball dark and light
with tender and tentative
absorption.

One moment of marriage came
when separateness was so utterly lost
it were pointless to keep track,
lest it seem the last.

The ball that is dark and light
is the Philosophers’ Stone.
It has no edge through day and night
and is soft with the rain of the Sun’s tears.

Poems of Eclipse, 1999

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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

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

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

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.

bota key 18 The Moon

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):

Pithy tree of life

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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

Sacred India Tarot – 7 of Staves

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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).

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

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

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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Discoveries with Tarot and a Garden (4) – A Valley and a Train

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“From Journal 24 May 2011:  A Valley with a Train – (with quotes from Paul Foster Case and the Pattern on the Trestle Board)

AVE:  Work on the personality is perennial.   Transformation in the knots and edges is slow.   Wholeness of truth is assured, and there is no hurry.

At the grade of lesser adept, we integrate Tifareth.   A greater adept is at Gevurah, Exempt adept is at Hesed, Master of the Temple at Binah, Magus at Hokhmah, and Ipsissimus at Kether.

tree of life for group work

tree of life for group work

In Paul Foster Case’s words, “‘Passing’ from Gevurah to Binah, one makes and keeps an adjustment of consciousness which permits him to receive the full impact of the influx from NShMH, as the influx pours outward and downward from Binah” – a wonderful depiction of the Chariot on this path.

… “One who listens to a radio overcomes the limitations of space and time and becomes virtually present in the room where the programme originates.”

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Know the oak – seated where its branches flower – and look up into the Crown.

bota key 7 The Chariot

The sphinxes that draw the chariot represent the light and shadow of the Great Magical Agent.  “The field of his mastery is speech, the power attributed to the letter CHETh. This includes all verbal expressions of thought …   He uses words as building stones, the vibratory values of various combinations of sounds, and the ideas which correspond to those sounds. By directing the subtle forces of sound, combined with thought, he builds himself a body which resists every hostile force. Filled with understanding of its perfect law, I am guided, moment by moment, along the path of liberation.  

“He makes no plans, is never anxious, and has little curiosity concerning the future. He sees the immediate and sometimes the distant future as a present reality.”

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Yesterday I walked from Chesham to Kings Langley, along the great Herfordshire Way – one of the noble paths of England.   I pick up the Hertfordshire Way after some miles, just east of Flaunden.   It was windy and all the way I smiled to hear the deep song in the trees, with the birds;   the absence of any city sound or square – the wide spread of fields, woods and green wheat.   Another volcano erupted in Iceland – on the day (21st May) the world was predicted yet again to end, by some chap in New York.

 

The wind in the trees is the subtle force of sound – as stated above. There were many wild roses, and two poppies, and buttercups   It was my holiday away from London, but both Mrs Tiggy and D rang me.   Mrs Tiggy has had a chat with C, and one of her beloved cats got run over, and lost his tail.   D wrote Can I pop over to see him after my walk, please.  I began to worry as usual, if he’s upset with something – the Zombies etc.- and was a bit cross that my time out was no longer open ended.  I had planned to walk all the way to Brickets Wood station north of Watford; but when I reached Kings Langley after four hours, I was suddenly tired and aching, and the wind turned cold with specks of rain: I would not have enjoyed going further. There stood a station and a fast train to Euston; I was at Alum Way by 7.15 and home by 8.30, so it all worked perfectly.

Young wheat

Young wheat

The interdependence is quite hard to keep steady and in its proper field. I curve to D very readily, and imagine nervous scenarios.   Do I allow too much dependency?    My duty and my own dependency is quite transfigured with the fresh pleasure of seeing him: though his voice on the phone is often an irritation.  He now thanks God for the black wrought-iron spiked gate the Zombies installed, to barricade their front entrance from his and the Sisters’.   It sets off his plants and hanging baskets handsomely. The tall green garden gate I made, with its rounded points, retaliates hilariously.

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Listening to the sound in the trees – the Hierophant – are the mice and men of small daily plans and how they actually work out. That in itself is beauty.   Gevurah in relation to Tifareth, is the string’s fine tuning: the composition of a Master painting – Rafaello’s geometry.   Gevurah is the appreciation of beauty. I recognise the manifestation of the undeviating Justice in every circumstance of my life. In all things great and small, I see the Beauty of the divine manifestation. Justice is ultimately “juste” – the tuning of a key, the vital equilibrium of its triple string.

What is beautiful?   the fact that at a given point during my long walk, I wore out, and was translated at a right-angle across my path, onto a train and into the next lease of energy – for I lay down to bed quite late, and slept well.   Never force my body through the breaking point – not any more.

A trainee receives insights from the “higher garden”, packing them systematically into the lower. The insights are Reality.   In this context, I am every grade and gradient of the path: for Ipsissimus is eternal, here and now, descending to “lower” grades – incarnations – to solve specific problems of algebra, bio-geometry or calculus. The ascent is an illusion of life and time.   Kether is with me always.

Paul Foster Case discusses the grades in his The True and Invisible Rosicrucean Order, and in other works.

“If he has something to do which demands physical exercise and dexterity, he centres his consciousness deliberately in GVPh (Malkuth). If his work is concerned with the forces of the astral plane, he moves his centre to the Vital Soul, Yesod. For an intellectual problem he shifts focus to the field of Hod, and for an activity of desire, to Netzach.”

This is another statement of how the Magus embodies, by identifying with the various densities, and how I detect those incremental forces. For me to sleep, the bodies must be aligned, and they seldom are.   Out on a walk, when fatigue drops away, it is because the Spirit is aligned with my hips and feet.   When the alignment is not, my feet hit the ground, I feel tired and clumsy – a long way for children to walk.   These conditions alternate.   It is extraordinary to incarnate, but mostly overlooked, because the physical states are overwhelming .   Hindsight shows the pattern:   a tired walker, a valley with a train.

Arcanum 18

Key 18 is the journey.   Look at the wind of the Adept in my wild rosebush.   A Master of the Temple – all those levels of embodiment – is the force of heaven, always.

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It is lovely to be on the receiving end, and to know I am known – even if briefly.   Each spark of knowledge is vast like a star. They brood within my wood.

Something – the archetypes of Key 18 arising? – makes me sleepy now.

VALE

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

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Discoveries in Tarot and the Garden 2011, Day Three

Arcanum 20 judgement

24 May 2011 – Notes from a BOTA study group
Contemplating BOTA TAROT Key 20.

BOTA key 20

We colour our own BOTA Tarot Keys by the book, to receive and embody their resonance.

Gabriel appears four-dimensionally, obeying no law of foreground or background time, but here, out of his cloud ring. He is an Archangel of Water, with fiery wings.   The horn he blows is straight down the middle: the design traces the Tree Sefiroth. The horn is the spinal thread on which the chakras are strung: the inner flute. It calls the uprising child, whose arms outstretched form a Y or V.

There are seven planetary rays from its bell, and twelve zodiac rays from Gabriel’s cloud, plus a thirteenth – the horn itself: AChD, AHBH (13 = unity and love).

Note that Key 19 – the Children of the Sun – sheds 13 YODs, and how the rays of the Sun shine concentrically around.   In Key 20, the 13 YODs as rays, are focused into the human condition, like a bird’s wing indrawn.

The Sun rises with Buddha’s intimate detachment as the children “cook” in their grassy vessel with sunflowers.   Then Archangel Gabriel in the Judgement, the Annunciation – (for he the messenger, struck Mary’s child with divine awareness) – engages intimately with each human soul.

madonna at table 1957

madonna at table 1957

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Gabriel’s right hand is over his heart and his left hand over his belly.   This is said to be a good mudra to summon sleep and align one’s bodies.

The stone coffins float on the waters of the subconscious:   they are not only linear third-dimension cells from which the cultivated humanas grows, but also the athanor of the Children of the Sun: their protecting wall.

BOTA key 20 - detail

bota key 21 World

These Children grow up into parents:   their child becomes the androgynous Union of the World in Key 21.

The woman’s gesture L is active. She smiles, because at last she is understood.   The man’s gesture X over his heart is surrendered, he now looks up and receives the Archangel directly.   L V X:   let there be light.   Let this be no mere salute.

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What is Judgement? How is it different from Justice?   The design echoes and develops Key 14 on the path of Probation, in which the human beings are the lion and eagle in Ezekiel’s vision. (The lion and eagle receive alchemically, the water which burns and the fire which flows.)  Where Justice holds a Karmic balance, the Judgement commands an Ascension to a higher level. The Archangel Michael in Tarot Key 14 is often depicted holding the sword and scales of Justice, Key 11.

Visually, the design in Keys 20 and 14 fits over Key 6 the Lovers too, whose Archangel is Rafael. (see further down)

The subconscious responds to images. Each of the Tree of Life’s 22 paths has a Tarot Key.  We contemplate the Tree visually and as a whole – the paths of intelligence and influence.

Through the Four Worlds of Jacobs Ladder, the paths of ZAIN (sword) and SHIN (tooth) “overlay” each other. The Hebrew letter ZAIN (the Lovers) is the descent of Understanding and discernment from Binah into Tifareth, the heart centre.  Letter SHIN (the Judgement) is the element of promethean fire reaching Malkuth, the ground.

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Pictorially, the Archangel is veiled from the Lovers by the cloud, and pierces THROUGH the cloud to the lovers of the Judgement.   The Judgement is an overall cosmic grace, receiving Volition (Gevurah) and Benevolence (Hesed).   The qualities of Gevurah and Hesed are constraint and expansion, the balance.

Then where is the fourth Archangel?   Key 15, the Shadow, masks Archangel Uriel of the lightning flash – and presents our greatest challenge, at all levels.   There are organisations.   “Give me a spiritual contact and I will organise it!

Examine the different attitudes of nakedness in the 22 Keys – how the man and woman in 15 seek to exploit and disguise it, and how in 6 and 17, the nakedness is unabashed and loves itself:  the natural state.

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bota key 17 star

In Key 17, the chakras in the woman’s spine are “interior stars”.  The pool is all of them, reflecting the evening sky.  Her foot rests lightly on the waters of the soul.  This Key is also called “Meditation”, and from the same pool the evolutionary path of Key 18 will emerge – as she sees it.  The hebrew letter Tzaddi resembles a fish-hook which we let down into the deep.

Painting of Arcanum 18, 2002. The idea here, is to sit with the star-woman by the well. Look up with her, through the Tree’s Sefiroth from Malkuth to Kether. Yesod is the pool of evolution, with crayfish, guardian dog and wolf. Tifareth is the golden Sun just visible at the horizon of the long  path to full humanhood. Daat is the timeless presence of our unknown Guides. The ‘third eye’ Tzaddi is Key 17’s ‘fish hook’ meditation. Kether is the White Sun. The side Sefiroth are coloured in the Queen Scale. Each Tarot Key is modelled on the Tree of Life.

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In Key 20, the Judgement, the great sea water congeals to ice mountains – the density of the Spirit of Ruach.   We receive a fountain breath right down the centre of Key 20, from above to below, like Genesis.   Let the horn wake the flute.

One of the most helpful pointers for me, was when we spontaneously saw that the seven stages of spiritual unfoldment – F’s question, doing his tarot Interpretation exam – are not just 15-21, but INCLUDE the two septenary levels above them in the Tarot Tableau:   the tonal depth enriches and opens up the dimension.

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BOTA Tarot Tableau, showing the three septenaries and all the intermediary relationships of the Tarot, like a keyboard.

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Are the coffins in Key 20 tethered to land, or do they float?   We agreed that they float, and we also caught sight of the opened lids, representing all the Karmic history which limited the parents: the child has no lid but the infinite Archangel – the Law of resurrection or growth through the planes.   Those floating coffins are like the silhouettes I’ve been discussing (in previous post), pasted on the infinite, wobbling in the water surface like oil.   The human Family arises like a living iris from flat-earth outline theory.

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The Iris flower symbolises Key 14: the rainbow.   Michaels’ wings are of fire through droplets of water.

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There is an outline, and there is the living truth:   they intersect at a right angle – this is displayed cryptically in the red cross flag attached to Archangel Gabriel’s horn. The red cross flag represents also the white work and the red work.   The white work is spiritually inspired.   The red work applies it to the earth vessel with the help of Mars, the secret fire.

It was agreed that different souls’ responses to kundalini – whether it be presented in picture form or internalised in body awareness – should not be generalised.

The flag also represents the rosicrucean vault proportions – 3 : 5, 5 : 8 – the golden mean.   The cross on it echoes the man’s hands, crossed over his heart.

renaissance angel, 1957

renaissance angel, 1957

An African told me two dreams he had, which helped him to understand one of Warren’s books perfectly (Halevi).  In the first dream, a priest told him he is Jewish. In the second dream, he was shown in a graphic diagram, just how souls drop into incarnation along the line, in such a way that it changed his life. Then he could read the book, which before, he couldn’t grasp.

There!

This day of Tarot is, as it were, the other side of yesterday’s Deva page.   They co exist happily, like palms together.

renaissance madonna, 1957

renaissance madonna, 1957

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Each Tarot Key has a musical note, related to its colour vibration, as in Pythagoras.  We learn these in the BOTA correspondence course lessons.

The council lawn mower passes back and forth, below my window.   Its motor has a tonic note, to which I spontaneously chimed a fourth above; and suddenly struck a beautiful edgeless chord or vibration.   This is how we can “play” the Tableau visually. The notes of Mirth, Awakening, Meditation, Embodiment, Realisation, Ascension and Completion along the base of the Tableau make chords with the Keys above them.

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The lawnmower note turned out to be the first I blew on the whistle – an E.   E is yellow, the tone of the Fool and the Magician and Strength.   The tonic is B major – magenta – Key 18 the Moon:   the questing way of embodiment.

Very nice to see these Keys together – how the Fool leads the quest, and the Magician and Strength contain and focus it.

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F said yesterday, it is difficult for him to grasp the chakra correspondences in the bota system.   It takes time. We have to live with it and let it grow and inform, like the Magician with his plants.

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Discoveries in Tarot and the Garden 2011 – Part Two

Karmic shape

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

22 May 2011 – Pentacle:  Dark Pennies and Victory Falls

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

(Quotation from Paul Foster Case)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bota empress and lovers

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

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

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

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

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

VALE

Point, line, solid

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

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

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Discoveries in Tarot and the Garden 2011 – part One

Glancing back … In 2011, I studied Tarot, Alchemy, reclamation and relationship.  Physically, I sanded down, varnished and restored the floors of a small concert venue in Highgate, and at the same time removed (by hand) a ten year rubbish dump from a string of neglected gardens in Alum Way near Golders Green – the task took almost 9 months.  In my journal I reached ground zero and celebrated my daughter’s birthday:

arcanum 3 empress

21 May 2011 – ON BIRTH, HEALING AND THE GARDEN

Summer gives me a greatly extended day: getting up with full daylight, is at 5.45, earlier than ever. I finish writing between 8 and 9.30 usually; then all being well, I am active until eight or nine in the evening – how do I manage in winter?   The body clock contracts accordingly, so everything adjusts.   In winter I watch more TV and (obviously) sleep more, because I hit the hay about the same time.

the builders - Tor mudras 2003

Each morning before I write, I open the Tree of Life.  I say Warren Kenton’s Invocation (“let us gather together, draw together, let us form a vessel to catch the dew of heaven.  Let us rise up and go to that holy place of meeting, and gather there with the Companions of the Light;  and let the veil of Heaven be drawn back.  Hear this:  Malkuth, Yesod, Hod  …”).

With the Invocation, I do  Dion Fortune’s hand mudras – The Good Shepherd, Those who Sailed West to East, The Builders – and repeat Actaeon’s vision to – “part the waves, kiss the lips, turn the wheel, fingers touch numbers of the clock, enter the cave, find the jewel, and climb the mountain, through the rainbow.”

I let it dance as a physical instrument, to earth it, feet on rosewood floor.   At the end of writing, I blow out the candle and “come down the Tree.” I used to neglect this, but was taught that closure is proper.   In ritual I am lazy – it is pared down to the essentials – but dedicated.   This sounds right. It is a hand-clap to summon and thank the guardian angel.  It diminishes my weevils and opens the sky.   Ritual is a statement of embodied intention: ascent.

The drawing above, is of Dion Fortune’s mudra – three gestures with the hands were transmitted to her in trance. I drew them embedded in the slanting wave-contours of Glastonbury Tor. The peak is a mental-plane arena – ring of stones, winged angel and chalice, in a subtle vesica-pisces geometry. The vertical circles intersect the horizontal one – like my painting of the Grail Table with the Tree.

Grail Table round

The Tor angel is a cut out silhouette window of light within the tower.   Recall  the silhouettes we see each other as;  my day’s changing modes are silhouettes. A rare opportunity permits my intimacy with another silhouette; to deepen objectively and be aware.   The invitation to enter another’s room, and vice versa, rubbing shoulders, should not spell out each others’ codes, but empathise. Our vesica pisces: the circles, as on the Tor peak, enter each other just a little.   Creative imagination is the Empress dressed in green.   Out she comes! lush, like an apple.

bota key 3 Empress

Venus is lush like an apple.  Yellow, green and red, with black and blue are colours of alchemical antimony, a kind of transformational corrosive, or quickening.   She is pregnant, about to parturate, seated on a stone bench – cool stone to her distended fanny.   Swollen seed splits.   Golden stars of the zodiac dance nonchalantly around her head; her gaze eye to eye, is direct:   relationship.

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At 9.15am, thirty four years ago, I saw my daughter rotate out from my thighs, slippery, greyish dark pink, flecked with blood, vibrantly athletic and alive, her father’s face, her well formed female sex, her strong trumpet cry – the lady’s a survivor!   In this light, the Angel descended through me a moment later, with an overwhelming maternal bonding instinct:   love.

How perfectly it all fits together ! When a royal child lies in her cradle in the fairy tales, the godmothers who gather round, are zodiacal powers of love and of compromise – the gifts for life.   They are titanic feelings.   Every mother who has looked at her new child and been struck by lightning, knows them. Nature!

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Nature is the goddess – and when I next see Ris (she says she wants a quiet birthday on her own, but might change her mind later and let me take her out for a nosh), ask her a bit more about the Goddess or feminine energy she’s reading about, and the totem stick.   She told me the other day, about seven daughters of Eve, and mitochondrial DNA.

7 daughters of Eve, by Ulla Plougmand Turner

7 daughters of Eve, by Ulla Plougmand Turner

Ancient women of Gaia at first trusted the masculine deity as he rose – made trade with him – and then, as he abused them, they became atheists.

When a deep perception is on the way, it is like the child coming through the canal, and my thought in-draws silently, and waits.   Labour in its fullness, is the natural coming and going of the breath.   My labour hurt a lot, but after I was allowed to push with it, the massive commitment with nature replaced the pain.  The essence of labour is not violent, though the sensations in transition are extremely so – the waves knock against each other.   The essence of labour, as during the pregnancy, guides the little voyager through the portals;  she rides her vessel through oceanic storms of emotion – which there were.   Whatever the mother’s argument, tension, grief or release, that little presence deep inside, is kept safe in harbour as she grows.

The ancient women of Gaia trusted the man in the field, planting grain, and he betrayed, abused and confined them.

This fable works its way organically through the soul, like a baby through the birth canal, until it is delivered to the air.   When the fable is embodied, she is conscious, and may choose to forgive.   For as long as there is no “for give”, it must be born again.   Eventually the forgiveness – the wholeness – is accomplished, and then there is movement.

Whatever the lifetimes in my daughter’s private inner soul, unknown to me – an outline emerges; the depth of her Karmic compassion as a certain trouble took form. Her soul was emboldened to reconcile it. Her father lost his creative path in life, and abused us with his rage and disappointment. She does not wish him ill.   She may have interacted with him in previous lives, as I did, or he may have been called upon by destiny to play the bully.   He knew not what he did.  At a certain depth, and taking time, the action of individual souls upon each other is archetypal and transformative.

For me, Karmic issues seek a conscious breath and transmutation.   If an ancient woman is abused or blamed, if men exploited her, lifetimes may fill with revenge, directed outwardly or inwardly, sometimes inflicting and sometimes receiving, sometimes as the man and sometimes as the woman.  Long shadows are thrown across history, for ourselves to embody with life, growth and awareness.  In time a maternal environment is found, which is alchemical, and accelerates things:   we meet our full nature … and let it go.

The fertile green plants all down her stair and filling her balcony, are symbolic.   On my way to Warren’s meeting on Thursday evening, I saw her sitting in her doorway among them – she has an open view up to Hampstead from her roof-terrace village – and so I sent a text, and she waved back.

Karmic issues are subtle, powerful wave-trains. It is too simplistic to make them tit for tat, because they criss-cross also (as in the Nasca lines of birth chart aspect patterns);  Karma is an echo chamber. When I walk in the sea with Mercury, my soul is raised enough to glimpse the divine dimension which seems to us (who live within its walls, waves and thumb-print whorls) such a labyrinth. I see the simple noble outlines, and at the same time, their complexity; a vast world. It is a great honour to behold thus: to walk in the sea with Mercury.

Illustration from Alchemy & Mysticism by A Roob

Illustration from Alchemy & Mysticism by A Roob

Speaking of which, Mercury through Gemini rules The Lovers, Tarot key 6.

My daughter’s Tarot template is:

Individuality:  Sun on Gemini cusp – The Lovers, key 6
Personality: Ascendant (and Moon) in Cancer –  The Chariot, key 7
Problem: add 6 to 7 = Death, key 13, “Scorpio force” (the movement)
Solution:  subtract 6 from 7 = key 1, the  Magician, Mercury (the focus)
by what Means?:  subtract 1 from 13 = 12, the Hanged Man: the Waters
Integration – sum of the previous five = 12, the Hanged Man: or 3, the Empress.

Ris tarot template

Ris tarot template, Sun Gemini (Lovers) Ascendant Cancer (Chariot)

bota key 3 Empress

jane tarot template

jane tarot template, Sun Capricorn, Ascendant Virgo –  only four keys, because problem & solution are both 6.  The sum of the four keys reduces also to 3, the Empress.

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I knew Key 12 was strong in her template: which means “reversal”, the capacity to invert a wrong and to change things round.   The womans’ staff she told me about some weeks ago, is the caduceus or ankh. She has electricity and healing in her hands, still awakening, being born in the Year of the Snake.

The Tarot Keys are godmothers, the bringers of the forces.

In 1969 when I first knew him, a mantra arose, concerning her father Mr V:   Give way to the Force.   For-give.   I intuited in those early months, a transgression which would be my life’s work and instruction, to forgive. I saw the tender child in him, not fully formed;  and the soldiers around him.  I projected furies with and through him, as well as an obsessive romance and fear.   I enacted the woman bruised and scorned.   In those days – he was 34 then – he was attractive, intense and tentative, feeling his way. I was fascinated by his warmth, and by the cold steel in his nature.  He was vulnerable to my drama, as his ego was not secure, and his path was at a forking of the ways.  I was just 20.  I wanted a child with him.

The little fish who swam towards our first encounter and knocked at the door for life, was born seven years later in Gemini.   She persisted and prevailed.

To forgive, does not erase from the slate – no one can do that except the bearer, with God.  It goes to a hidden place and it opens wide.   To forgive means to give away my enmity; to move apart; to respect that soul’s providence and freedom as a whole.   To be able to forgive and move on, is a personal boon; I am not jailed, I am out on parole.   To forgive is the holistic LAW OF THE UNIVERSE;   and the Law is movement: and movement through the fields and seasons of life is Key 13, the “scorpio force”.

My friend Lyn is writing an autobiography of the scorpio force through herself. She told me she has trouble with the amount of “I” in it.   I told her Actaeon left the I out of his first draft, and it was contrived and read badly.   Perhaps the answer is, to ask from time to time what this “I” is – Self-enquiry.   Then it becomes objective, and the dimension of cosmic mystery restores the Life.   So why not study … the human who is closer to me than my heartbeat?   All else is speculative.

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Meanwhile, at Alum Way, there is the man, my friend David.  We’ve been together for five years;  we are reclaiming the string of overgrown gardens next to the woods and the brook.  My building of rough timber fences is now approved of by the man; with the addition of some long apple branches, the fabric starts to flow, and is strong.   Yesterday I almost finished the digging.  In the corner of the garden where the recent rubbish is stacked, the earth was packed with broken pots and old barbecue coals and litter, and has died to dust, it is filled with tough thatches of dead corpuscular root fibre.   Nothing will want to grow there except – possibly – nasturtiums which are said to like infertile ground.   It might be a good place to put the man’s fishpond.   The man wants the rubbish pile remnants to be moved into the woodpile garden, away from his sight, until it can be dealt with.   But  the woodpile garden is my little subconscious sanctuary – as well as being the first place last year, that I entered and cleared.   Why not put it further back, in the nettle garden which no one is bothering with at the moment, and cut it up into bags for the municipal dump?

For me these gardening details are psychology.   After digging along the border, I raked, levelled and trod a room-size area where the high rubbish tip used to be; to lay the first turf.   It is incredibly exciting and creative.  Around the green “mandala”, we can seed grass and wildflower, to watch it grow.   I found the man in good voice with these plans in general.   The place which is trod and prepared for grass, is a magical dancing floor at dusk; darker than the lumpier ground around it.

The “I” in narrative is fine, so long as the dimension is alive through it, of a story working through a local i, like a sonata through a cello.

The Singing String 1986

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I’ve been reading in Self Enquiry April 2003, Jim Pym’s article on spiritual healing.   It is very interesting.   It is for him the attentive practice of “I do not know, nor do I try to fix it”, which clears the space for God.

The man had a bad day yesterday, with his back. He can live with a lot of physical pain, but not the fear and tension that rises to his head from it as it accumulates.  His GP referred him to a pain management clinic, where they can try out drug changes. I heard (when I had toothache) that to alternate pain killers is more effective than to use just one, which habituates.  He draws the line at morphine.   Clive up the road wears morphine patches and he says he’s not going there.    Alum Way is tenanted by brave souls in pain, crying a little in their beds at night.   The Welsh lady downstairs has almost wasted away, but is as wiry as a root, thanks to the bottle.   The man pulled strings through his social worker (a large black lady called Lolita whom he manipulates with great skill), and the council came along at once, and mended the steps and re-concreted the front path – he is delighted with his will with A Way.   He made prints in the wet cement with stencils of a rose and a boat, and a magendovid.   I told him the magendovid looks more like a paw print.   He said he will make his dog walk in it.  Through the ages, the cave dweller marks his dab.

Spiritual and sexual healing does not remove his pain – yet – but it does open up his resources and inner soul strength. It is a long-haul circuit. As a “soul gardener”, he manifests a physical garden and an Eve.   His Aries will is powerful.  My lovership with him, and in the garden, is for the whole.   Does this rare opportunity stand equal with writing great screeds and getting published and influencing people?

VALE

Quantock hill waters

Quantock hill waters

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

COPYRIGHT – All art and creative writing in this blog is copyright © Janeadamsart 2012-2015. May not be used for commercial purposes. May be used and shared for non-commercial means with credit to Jane Adams and a link to the web address https://janeaquariel.wordpress.com/