Covid19 – a Creative Contemplation

“Tree of Life – Coronavirus” by Kabbalahsociety.org:  a study of the phenomenon in principle through the Sefiroth, and the potential of our collective and individual response to it.

This post contains a meditation to hopefully assist in surmounting (or transforming) Covid19. My way in this is supplementary to the other more obvious precautions. If the words don’t resonate for you, or the language is strange, reflect on just the images and pictures.

This morning I think there must be viral chaos in my system;  all the usual bugs ferment and compete with our ubiquitous Covid visitor.  Along with its biological origin there has formed by now an emotional “carriage”  where the psyche interfaces with the physical body; a collective expectation.

This happens through capillaries of “Daat” (unknown cognition or Union), rather like the interlacing branches of trees, chorionic villae of the womb or flora of the lungs.  It thrives where the receptors of Spirit and body interact.   The region between material and mental worlds (Assiyah and Yetzirah in Kabbalah) sends a message of “yes” or “no” or “not sure” to the visitor.

I feel over-sensitive – have I got a dry chest or not?  This isn’t about being tough and repellent.  It is about being precise, to find a way to see and step around the viper in the room.  The way is gentle as the Tao and often feels weak and upset.

I received deep wisdom over many years with the Power of the Gentle.  You can let things pass through you, without building up the stress against them which admits them for bed and breakfast.   Even when the heavy anxiety rules my thoughts it can pass in the same way.  All phenomena rise, settle, change and fade.  This in theory is practice; of course it is touch and go.

Listen to my flesh and bones whether we want to step out of doors today or not.   The chores are done for the moment.   The battery on my Mac seems not to be an emergency – that was a great worry.  This evening there is an online transmission about emotional alchemy as a Covid prophylactic. Will it tell me anything I’m not doing or being already?  I am wired into the antiviral waveband whether I catch the disease or not.  The healing thought forms being put out are ubiquitous and creative.

We all have the virus in our system, unless we live in a desert;  how do I react to it?  The collective fear cloud may have enriched the breeding-ground.   I do not have control over my unconscious, but I do have feelers down into Her – the Priestess in the Tarot reflection (see below) is the harbour.  My interior susceptibility rises and falls.

Rose Egg gives me a little earthing practice.  The rose quartz in my centre of gravity feels en-whole-ing.  A subtle silk thread of joy gleams back into my root.  Find your own centre and spin the thread as you will.

Tarot oracle reflection – circa 20 March 2020

 

THE MEDITATION

Settle a place anywhere inside where you feel at home – in your own body, in one you love or in your house – and cultivate it tenderly.  Water it like a planted tree.

Nothing more is needed – just this plug-in point to source.  I am like an electric car !   Meditation – the woman of Tarot 17 – happens without my doing anything.  The silver current flows and warms my core.  It plants me in a space of potential ecstasy;  a Now.

The Tarot Fool Aleph breasts everything adventurously along the line of Earth and Sky.  He carries his spine, his staff jauntily over his shoulder along a slanted ray from the White Sun – echoing the angle of Ankh and Key in last weekend’s Dakini Oracle – and when he is tired he can sit down and rest against the spinal Staff and recharge.

Wherever I rest my spine is in contact with every other surface of the whole world.

To contemplate the Fool in the BOTA Tarot is the deck’s natural antidote for depression.  He uplifts every condition.  He moves along the mountain tops at dawn to connect …

I was depleted by the end of yesterday, but now recharging.  The things which deplete are emergencies which rise and fall through fantasy and construct.  I LOVE.  I marvel at this strange phenomenon I am, constantly producing my thread as I write from spider’s tail, from silkworm, from the Store of Beauty.  Isn’t it a strange sensitivity to detect a slight vibration which emanates from a rose quartz lens within.  It stills the thought process and I enter the Medium ship.

Orpheus – November 1987

My fingertips on the keyboard writing this are quiet, skilled antennae.  They as seaweed float in the sea while attached to the Rock of my embodiment. I am cautious to use my tools only when I can be sure to fully attend to them and not get distracted by my life-stories, thought-loads or passing mental tensions.  It actually waterfalls through my system like a pulse.  It can be detected by and through the in-tuning.  Why is this?  It is because  healing is a two-way process, a dialogue, a relationship entered into and committed to from both sides.  When I walk truly a step, the Holy One mirrors it with 20 or 1000 strides.   Am I able to see?

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So as the Lighthouse is received, may the Lamp travel to those who need it, out there on the sea.  May it unite us and give hope to all the mariners.   Naturally I feel rather strange with the Signal transmitting through my metal.   The metal is the Mercurial rod in body-mind.  It is an attractor-shield.  Micro-organisms falling on metal live and thrive and they meet corpuscles of Light which engulf them.  I LOVE again.

The Medium ship is the Grail ship, she berths gently alongside the rocks.  The sea rocks the vessel up and down as I step on board, I am cloaked.  She has a square sail and on her fo’castle is carried the Grail.  Sometimes you can see the Grail and sometimes not.  The Grail is a Cup-like presence whose form flows and changes with the Light.  I take my seat on a crimson velvet throne amidships.  The anchor is drawn and we slip out from the rocks.  The voyage with the Grail is inner silence and willingness.  I know not whither we go – to investigate that, would be to invent, and it would harden obscuring thought forms.

I am given to the going and to the being.  It is up to the Archangels where this goes.

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goddess with triton – circa 1957

The Archangels transform to Tritons, mostly invisible, who lead the ship, the Goddess.  I do not know what the Archangels are doing for others, but I am willing with the ship of Light, their vessel of solace to those unknown.  The Priestess wears their Compass over her heart; the four directions.  Prayer is the willing to be silent.

The Hermit standing in the dark night upon summit snows looks not at what his upraised lamp illumines for others on the path, but deeply into his own heart.  He grasps the Way-shower’s staff firmly in his strong left hand – the subconscious side.  He wears the masculine cap of Yod whose Tantra (art of touch) is coloured blue; it is permeated with the Priestess.

Have a care to each thing I touch in life – to venerate and receive its quality.   Marvellous are the fingers and their tree-like sinews and delicacy; the digital miracle.  Slowly, slowly!   May the healing currency flow to fingertips in the dark sky, and into the etheric Beyond.

Orpheus – November 1987

The Tree of Life is my drawing board:  Crown, Wisdom, Understanding, Mercy, Severity, Beauty, Victory, Splendour, Foundation and the Queendom … with all the operational triads and paths of life that link these spheres in sacred geometry.

Pollen is carried from flower to flower, from male to female in the tail; and also the honey and the sting of the bees.   The Magus in the garden of lily and rose carries the Hebrew letter of BEIT, meaning a house or dwelling.  He is the cable sheathing the electric current of ALEPh the Fool.  The Magus conducts lightning with his wand and points with his other hand to Earth.  Mother Earth, Thou art my body.  We empathise and suffer now all the regions where the over-prolific human has choked Thee.  Make them stay indoors and seek inner refuge and resolution, for your little ones to breathe and to grow back.

Nature’s power and practice of recovery astounds me. Sometimes Nature takes over and master-minds a dark paranoid thought-form to weaken the blind human dominant and its infrastructure for a while.   What buds beneath this?  Persons who turn to help each other in the emergency, and who grow long arms to embrace each other across widening gaps of the seas.

The tools are on the garden table: kindness, practical imagination, adaptation and thinking out of the box.  Only turn to look!  Next to the Rod, Cup and Sword is the Pentacle; our earth currency coin to live by.  The hoes, forks and trowels are to hand, to tend the springtide in the ground.   The spring is rising through every spinal stem.  It makes me feel peculiar.  It trembles and puts out boughs and buds.  The blackbird sings.

An early sketch of young Ramana, the Mother and Siva with trident

She, the woman by the well, is mother naked.  Seven stars which bathe the chakras in her spine – these seven stars encircle an eighth, a Star of Infinity.  The well is an infinite source within the ground; the Tree’s questing, fountaining taproot. A galactic spiral ripples across it:  the galaxy – the Milky Way.

That is the Law we are truly under, and we come to know first-hand its liberating confinement.

The Law upholds and contains a strange evolutionary quickening throughout the greater Universe of which our problem on Earth is a particle.  The matter is simple.   Select between the dark obscurity and the Light.  In due course all of us choose the Light, without which we cannot breathe.  Find it in simple, unselfish acts.  Touch your children and improvise with the restricted livelihood.  Blossom and Zoom.   The teachers of Five Rhythms now dance online, for us to dance at home.  Be at home and discover your Self!

We can do this here and there.  In other places it is desperately difficult.  Even if you are a homeless person with hungry expectancy fixed on every passer by … retreat when you can, to find your root in the ground, to feel proactively your bum on the pavement, and the condition might begin to alter.  Only the thinnest veil of belief divides us from the Magic of the Miraculous Life where all is serendipitous and someone arrives with an open hand; an offer of a job.

Catch the light of stars and pour it on the ground to mirror them.  As above, so it is below!

Overlooking the whole “reading” – as apex of a pyramid – is planted again the Hermit in the Upper Worlds with his lamp of Grace.  The Lighthouse shows the way.

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In Tarot alchemy, the Hermit rules Virgo and the womb and intestinal region.  Consider the actual purity and sweetness of all interior fluids and substances before they leave my body into the rot and decay and prejudiced engraving of my outer life.  Enjoy their secretion and their action.  I am a walking well.

This startling thought arrived, with the essence of what the old alchemists advised one another through sigil and symbol.  I think it is what they meant when they said, “Do not let the dew touch the ground.”  In the mystery of our corporeal body are held secrets of the Sun’s Action and of the Philosopher’s Stone which our conditioning life is mostly blind to.  A very different attitude may be cultivated, to decondition our blindness.

Against panic stockpile of lavatory paper and the sacrifice of trees for instance, what of the Indian way with left hand, soap and water? Consciousness is economy.

Scriptural interpretations east and west, have sorely misled us through the ages.  Our physical bodies are not misery, dirt, disease and guilt to “ascend” away from, or to compulsively “exercise”.  We are bodies of Light.  When I walk, when I climb the rocks, indoor walls or trees, when I feel the sunshine and rain, when I am indoors, when I stroll home at night or write my journal in the morning, I sometimes feel and am that – the body of Light.

I offer this contemplative idea regarding awareness and respect for the actual purity and cosmic regulation in our interior body, as a profound and supportive antiviral measure.   It arose spontaneously, and I feel within it the Treasure of the Well.

As we become willing to start to transmute this and other embedded attitudes into an unexpected wonder and un-knowing, you and I are truly SAFE AND WELL.

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Ceres and John (1987)

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Golden Sol Thread

Revising some older writings of ten years ago, I came across this, as it speaks to me today:

BOTA Lesson 14 “TAROT INTERPRETATION”:
Tarot square around 8

4    5   6
7    8   9
10 11 12

 

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“In quietness and confidence shall be my strength.”  Invariably obey what the Inner Voice suggests.  As my personal drama slowly erodes, the power of life begins to shine through, like a giant gem long obscured by river silt. This is the true meaning of the rock which moves!

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I noticed … how the teaching and design is expressed through the centre Key, which influences the Keys encircling it. Key 8 in the centre awakes at once the interior peace which both eclipses and illumines her cohorts – they are just pictures.   The idea of a shield or enclosure disappeared.   The need to use words is replaced:   just look.

All occult and eastern teaching is aimed at:  quietening the mind.   That’s all.  In His strength is my peace– a Bible quote. Strength is Key 8, as visually and verbally suggested.  The quality of strength – as the Hanged Man has entered the picture – is without stress.   This quality is contrary to worldly angst and political way of thought: a revolution. Effort drops naturally into place.  Sitting down rather grumpy, and feeling the truth flow through me, frees me at once from my anxious vanities.  The truth is infinite, in every direction. It is a prize, yet inescapable! to be this function.  Writing doesn’t tumble through my mind.   It comes slow, phrase by phrase, for my Companions of the Light and I adjusted the dictating speed.   And I hear ISSA, and like Mary in the house of Martha, I no longer worry about how I’m going to get things done today!

The point at which the Worlds move through each other, is peace.

My real understanding is ahead of me.   It receives enough from the picture, which I don’t know yet how to spell.   And I need not spell, for it informs me anyway.   Now I am the pre-literate child.   Maybe, as children, we know far more intuitively than we will when school cages the lion cub in alphabets and sums.  When we learn to read, that dimensional and un-booked memory is lost.

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Yesterday – a conversation with George, a fellow poet. We worked right through ‘the Lens’ together.  I agreed with nearly all his suggestions for trimming lines and revealing the meaning more clearly.   Best of all, he – a linear mind – understood all the important bits.  The dimensional imagery is clear to him.   It “quickens” him eagerly.

This is what my poems and works are for – to interact and self-improve with others, and indeed to receive mutual strength of perception:  dialogue.  This function transcends the publishers coffin.   He reminded me that Coleridge and Wordsworth constantly improved each other’s.  My works are not set in the printing press.  They will always have small flaws. They have reached the point at which – like the limestone cave image, stalagmite to stalactite – a place of meeting happens.   This gentle interchange is STRENGTH.  From it flows a path of miracles.

The point at which the Worlds move through each other is peace.  It is my synthesized child perception.  It has no history, nor sense that day by day I shall improve.  It just happens and is.   I have toiled over all my manuscripts simply so they are available to meetings of the soul, and can go on being perfected.   The Stone of Life is in a constant asymmetry of perfecting.  How can my vessel be otherwise?  And how can my physical chamber be other than a semi polished rock?

The small flaw is as the child is in the grownup world.  I don’t want to tout an Inner Child – this seems to me rather naff.   The small flaw is my reality as an alchemist.   The synthesized child perception is the result of turning what I learned as a grownup back into the Yorkshire harebells – how I imagine my pre-school liberty.  At this point of meeting, the Philosopher’s Stone glows, the river flows, I grow, I grow wide.

I cannot do other than acknowledge this point.

With this clarity, the point – the fluid precious Stone which gleams like a star – has nothing to do with egg-on-face, narcissus or vanity, though these problems often veil it for a bit.   It just is.   As I realised long ago, Self-enquiry tends to dissolve mental construction.   Self-enquiry is a black hole into Star-hood – star-being, star-born. The unpublished literature of heaven, is full of Willie Maddisons and Richard Jeffreys …!

The point yet – as I write of it and from it daily – engages me continually in the task of words.  The human world is words at the moment.   I am human-embodied.  My writing leads me to the point, like a sentence to full stop.

The point where I am, IS.   My job is to tend the root.  Ta-Root. Tarot’s provenance into the neighbourhood is handled by the Elohim.

Instead of credo in unum deum, I could say thou art I am, or that thou art.  TAT TWAM ASI.  Thou art God.  This honours Hebraic and Vedic traditions, and has no box.

The law of the Sun is a photon-lattice whose appearance is stars – galactic stars.   The photon-lattice is a web.   This web penetrates the entirety of life, as interconnected filaments. ISSA as Jesus, walked on it as water.   Self-knowledge in the web makes a little pressure in it, which influences the photon paths around it.  I mean now, the inner photons of the astral airs which envelope and swirl around us.  We are not solid beings.   We are atomic receptivities, with inter-stellar space around each particle of blood, bone and flesh.   Self-knowledge in the web is a spider.   I spun my beautiful careful infinite web around and around, and here I sit, and sometimes a fly comes called George.   But I don’t eat my flies.   They fly from my web and they too are spiders and spin.   Look at the myriad mandala webs, each one a star!  This is how we are.  When they talk of the 36 LAMED VAV righteous ones encircling planet Earth with a golden net to defeat the dark brethren, they actually refer to these conscious strands – mostly unconscious – within each one, ourselves, under-earth.

Every single struggler carries the thread of gold.  The thread of gold is all of us.   Even in the shell shocked who are now feral thieves, murderers, religious fanatics and robbers of  wealth.   In them it is buried.  In them it is coffin sunk, but it is there.   Now, the golden thread is, in the Astral Light – the imagination of human nature – a coagulant.   It coalesces and essentially is projected as the Masters or Magidim:   the media of God.   For God this golden thread is.   Such ideas stretch my soul.   They are apparently few in number, but their compass is unlimited.

Detachment, objectivity and compassion, are traits which I highly prize.  Children do not yet develop these.  Thus, I am a synthesized child:   thus, is my aim.   In the everyday sense, I work at my detachment and objectivity, jettisoning the emotional tsunamis which have served their purpose.   Detachment and objectivity open a deeper delight and intimacy with life.

Thus, the white woman tames the red lion’s mouth and waving tail.

Annika and Aslan

The colour of this Key is gold – the secret of the works – and golden threads appear today as they do from time to time in my laboratory:  the seams and veins of the Sun within the rock – the Stone.   Taoist sages confronted with the immensity in their humble muddy lives, shrug and say “who knows?” – or nothing at all.  They go on crossing the Great River.   This moment in the world is unalterably transcending.

The moment comes independently of any surface condition or mood.

Simple inner silence with the beloved is itself orgasmic in a highly subtle way, the unending and unebbing power of the Sun.

I was shown a picture of the surface of the Sun – a detail of about 60,000 square miles.   It consists of billions of filaments of fire power, like waving hair, each “tube” is an entire landscape across, each one connected to every single other through the root.   Thus, we are.  Thus, we are the Sun’s action: and thus, the embrace of the beloved, and the sexual know how.  It is unending and unebbing, here this moment.    Tiny planet Mercury is a dot.

So much for the scienticks’ big bang which starts and stops a sentence!   Just one sentence in the Book of Books.   One sentence is what I and I and I travel along each lifetime, existentially equipped.

The intuition of the Sun’s threads advises me that there is more in human-earth’s apparent disasters than meets the eye.  Unimaginable resources are there to tap, and are in operation.  What we see is the collapse of a house of phantoms into Reality.  Cosmic law from time to time enters spring-clean mode and raises the dust.   Consciousness IS THE Sun.  Evil is the forgetting of life.

How close these words are:  forget and forgive.  One of those rather stunning paradoxes of relative pressure.  Forget and beget come from the same root, as do forgive and forget.  As evil is live in the mirror, it suggests that a principle was forgotten and became distorted and turned to lies.   This force competes with the power of the Sun, but only to a limited extent.   The way to meet Old Knickers is to laugh at him and turn his pentacle round:  then his bat wings fall off and the Archangel appears.  We all know how very difficult it is to laugh at ourselves in full spate, or at torturers.   Evil – in my perception as far as it goes – is a chosen obscuration of the light. This version overwhelms and destroys and fantastically wastes time and energy:  but there is no thing which is not God. The metanoia realises.

The Shadow – God as “He” is conceived to be, by the ignorant

Temperance – the cosmic Law un-named behind appearances

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The Great Invocation says “and may it seal the door where evil dwells.”  For door, read literally, mouth.  For the chosen form of speech to persuade, may manifest as evil.   To seal the door, suggests disabling the mouth which would harm, from speech, or from being listened to.

This week’s tarot Square and realisation is coloured by the Hanged Man who signifies Completion of the Great Work.  It is headed by the Emperor, in whom as Aries, the Sun is exalted.  He has the reasoning power.   The Hanging Man has the profundity of the submission.  Note:  both have their legs crossed in the same way.   Both form the symbol of Fire, and in Key 12 the fire inverts, turns blue and becomes the dew, with a silvery aureole.

Now this detail of the fire which flows and the water that burns, is itself the Whole – through the diagonal of 4,8,12.  What beauty.

(November 2010)

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Fragment from poem “The Lens”:

Drawn up into a
dark cave whose glory drop by drop
the rain through aeons carved,
as stalagmite to stalactite
my soul evolves
from floor to point of meeting.

Let us draw time,
draw together this space.
My flame drinks wick; in watered rock
my mirrored twin appears – 
mineral kingdom interpolates
vesica pisces, droplet rock
to drop deposit.

Not by earthly measure large, this chamber – 
by a candle illumined: a single drop, a sea.
In limestone cave the work through ages dark
as organs of our inner body, gleams.

Hollowing this Gothic sphere, I am
the ages’ hourglass – 
an instant yes, awakens sight:
the hallowing fire.

Credo in deum, tat tvam asi …

(From The Master’s Eye – 1992 – 2009)

 

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Asphodel, by Paul & Pam Markham

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

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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 2^nd 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 2^nd 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 Mr T 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 3^rd 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 50^th 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
                         Midpoint
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     Secret garden        secret        Strength/
                          garden        Digestion
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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

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

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

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

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

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

Le Comte, terracotta sketch, 2003

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

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

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

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Trinosofia illustration chapter 7 – give way to the force

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Journal, 8 September 2003

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sacred India Tarot – 7 of Staves

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7 July 2015

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

Alchemy Tree of Life detail – LOWER FACE

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

The male triangle rises towards the two descending female ones.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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.”

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

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

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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From The Golden Pleasure Book of Art by Fred Gettings

From The Golden Pleasure Book of Art by Fred Gettings

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.

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.

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.

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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

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

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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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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