Perhaps Fission is the Learning Curve to Fusion

This post has an astrology preamble, due to a major transit.  You can skip this if you prefer, and go on to Part Two.  The main material was written last week, to discover what insights the transit might unveil.  It turned unexpectedly towards the Sun – to nuclear fusion.

Part One – Neptune Transit – Hanging Man in the Moon:  the World in the Hermit 

Tarot Keys for Neptune transit opposite natal Saturn

Tarot Keys for Neptune transit opposite natal Saturn.  “The Hanged Man’s” planet is Neptune.  Tarot Key 18 “The Moon’s” Zodiac sign is Pisces.  “The World’s” panet is Saturn.  Tarot Key 9 “The Hermit’s” Zodiac sign is Virgo.  Key 1, The Magician, is the path on the Tree of Life which links Kether and Binah – Neptune and Saturn.

These Tarot Keys picture my current big astrological transit.  Indeed, all of us over a certain age experience it in our various ways.  I have natal Saturn just below the Ascendent, at 5.28 Virgo.  Last week, Neptune reached 5 Pisces, exactly opposite, and in my 7th House.  I felt and worked with the approaching alignment;  then sensed a slowing down.  The 7th house focuses a priority to clarify my partnerships in what I call “the Great Work”.

(In fact the full transit is only approached this time.  At the beginning of June, at 5.22 Pisces, Neptune turns retro, and will backtrack to 3 Pisces at the end of January 2014, then advance again, then drop back a little.  On 7 March next year, he will reach precisely 5.28 Pisces.  Not until December 2014/January 2015, will the Neptunian tide crescents move onward and away from the 5th degree in my 7th house.   As seen from our orbit around the Sun, Neptune’s retro pulse is approximately an eleven month one.   It seems each year it is brought  forward a month or two.  But during this whole period, my compass is set.   As with the other slow moving outer planets, it is a generational aspect:  how we respond to it individually, depends on what the nearer planets are up to, in our chart.)

birth chart

This chart was drawn about ten years ago, when my Progressed Sun stood at 18 Pisces (misprinted 22):  it is now at 27 Pisces.

Being a person of vision and poetry, and having obviously been countless other times, a person of vision and poetry, or vessel for the same … it follows that the chart I pulled at time of birth, was one in which vision and poetry are deeply and repeatedly embedded.   Wherever I look in it, there are rhymes, the way it is in life.

Last Thursday, when Neptune entered 5 Pisces and quietly chimed, I was riding my new bike along the Quantock hills to a family reunion.  The weekend party – my mother dreaded it –  felt prepared for, and in its way OK.    Living the parental arch – the widening landscape, as I grow – I rediscover Saturn’s arduous way to the Spirit (Neptune).  My father (Capricorn) in his early shepherding days, tramped the Scottish hills in blizzards with his dog, day and night, to find, dig out and drive the sheep down to safety, before they got drifted over and died.   When he got back to the house, my mother remembers, his face was covered with icicles.   Nowadays no one walks, they all have tractors;  they cannot smell where the sheep are, and so they lose them.

Listen and feel Neptune, be in love with it, get to know this slow oceanic fringe feeling, the clearing of the coast.

In Kabbalah, in the Tree of Life, Neptune represents Kether, the Crown:  the I am that I am:  the Divine thread.  Without an esoteric discipline to define it, Neptune in astrology casts a shadow:  deception, spiritual delusion, even addiction.

Sensitivity to an outer giant orbit, many billion miles distant, reveals the life preparation – in detail like an insect wing – the consciousness a year, or years in advance, of the event:  the gravity of the related in-drawing threads;  the choices made;  the detachments;  the cultivations, the precision.

Meditate on Neptune in every way I can.   Till now I was rather woolly about it, astrologically.   Natal Neptune was in Libra – my wartime and postwar generation.   Our parents’ spiritual fibre defeated Hitler with the Scales of justice, and with Venus, Libra’s ruler or “worker”.   Nothing flimsy about that.   Keep looking at the vast cloud along the horizon which is Neptune – there was a beautiful one to the northwest the other day, and I imagined again that it is a great mountain range, as seen from London – discerning through it, the refined and delicate Neptunian crystal of the peaks.   Find out which geodes and gems pertain to Neptune;  become more crystal conscious.

Neptune entered Pisces which it rules, early last year.  Collectively, this suggests a pendulum swing to core spiritual values, and to meet each other face to face, rather than online.

Subjectively, Neptune travelled through my subconscious hemisphere, and now proceeds into my conscious hemisphere, against the rotation of day and night and seasons.  Reflect on the hanging-man reversal theme;  and watch;  for a new elemental consciousness is growing, heedless of time.

Arcanum 12 - the Hanging Man

Arcanum 12 – the Hanging Man

I never call him the Hanged Man – always the hanging man which he is, at peace like a pendulum at rest:  nature’s gravity and shower of gold.  He treads the heavens.  This is the most profound card of the Tarot:  “Walk contrary to the way of the world.”   An art of life, is to flow with its reversals.

Neptune’s tarot is Key 12 the Hanging Man – the first Completion of the Great Work.   Its Hebrew letter MEM is assigned to the east-west axis of the Cube of Space, joining the Empress (east face) to the Wheel of Fortune (west face).  But as an End-letter (gematria value 600),  MEM also shares the Cube’s centre with TAV.  MEM and TAV as Keys 12 and 21, unify at this centre point, the planets Neptune and Saturn.

Cube of Space, showing the planets and zodiac signs of the 22 Tarot Keys

Cube of Space, showing the planets and zodiac signs of the 22 Tarot Keys.  Each of these is assigned to a Hebrew letter (not shown).

There was not room to draw the MEM end-letter in the centre here, with Saturn/TAV.  But there is the wonderful resonance of their Keys back to back – 12, 21.

bota Tarot map of cube of space

Our life is a walking Cube of Space if we learn to let it be so.  Our life is this compass if we open our sight and inner heart.   In sacred geometry, the Cube’s inmost centre is identical to each of its outward points.  These illustrations can only suggest this study, which is a book of wonder in itself.

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BOTA Key 12

BOTA Key 12

MEM is a Mother-Letter.  It is the Waters.   The Hanging Man is born head down in the water of life which does not wet the hands.   The radiance round his head is the way he hears and thinks, at ground level where the roots of trees grow.   He is reversed – contra to the mass mode of life.   Perhaps this is why, during these years, I feel the heaviness of life as I slow down and begin to move not so much in the inertia momentum, but through it, through the head-rush stream.

Such a movement is through the bottleneck, the hour glass, the passage where everything begins to change.

Neptune’s Sign is Pisces, Key 18, the long, long road to embody the Hermit’s mountain peak.

Making myself more transparent and less hurried, to hear, I am the Magician:  the garden as above, so below.

bota key 9 hermitThe Hermit’s cap is a Yod, coloured
blue as the Waters of the Hanging Man

bota key 1 Magician

bota key 18 The Moon

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Part Two – Thoughts on Solar Fusion

On the 27th April, I caught sight of, and cut out an article in The Independent about a huge international project to generate power by nuclear FUSION, not fission. It is called ITER, which means The Way.  I was thinking about fusion-not-fission already in the blog.

ITER solar

ITER solar 2

(Pictures from The Independent, Saturday 27 April 2013)

When perfected, this process is unlimited, and they say it has no toxic or military application.   The programme began secretly in 1956, and grew to an international fusion-energy project in the mid 1980s, under Gorbachev, when the Cold War shook hands across the pond.  The Russians discovered the way, and shared it with the Brits and a-Merry-cans.   Now 34 countries are involved in it, with unprecedented concordance.  The main site is in southern France;  there is another one near Oxford.  It is characterized by a Union of interests, rather than by their division or fission.

The depth psychology is obvious.   Psychology, as in all science, is part and parcel of the observation and the material being developed.  If all goes well with this bright star on the horizon, and so far it has, it will begin to operate commercially in about 2050 – in roughly 37 years or so.   It will halt our major catalysts of pollution and global warming.   It will have to oppose and overcome deadweight commercial investments in toxic power.   It will fuse atoms with a contained yet greater heat than that of the Sun itself;  so it learns from the stars and birth of nebulae.

Symbolically, this sunrise of hope, under the horizon, stands in about the 2nd house, at the moment.   It reached a landmark of self verification, and the way ahead – so they say – is clear.

Tree of Life Jnana marga - path of knowledge

Tree of Life Jnana marga – path of knowledge

By 2050, Neptune will be moving towards the end of Taurus, with Pluto at 7 Pisces, and Uranus in Virgo.   Saturn at that time, is in its  Zodiacal element – end of Capricorn, beginning of Aquarius.   In December 2049, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune form a Grand Trine in Earth signs – the “Earth” or materialising element for the Neptunian ideal.  Saturn’s  influence is executive – the power to govern, to limit, and to build.  Uranus in Virgo suggests radical changes in methodology.

In early 1989, these three planets – forming Binah, Hokhmah, Kether, the supernal Triad on the Tree – were conjunct in Capricorn.  The ITER solar fusion design work was in its fourth year.  Later that same year, the Berlin Wall fell, and the cold war ended.

Sixty years later in 2049, those same three Great Wanderers are fanned out around our Zodiacal heavens in a perfect triangle, each occupying an Earth sign.

Binah Hokhmah Kether

Binah Hokhmah Kether

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I look at history in long cycles.  When we realise that we are Solar System citizens – and that is only a beginning – deep undercurrents are glimpsed, as they follow the planetary curves.  The outcome is never quite as expected, because the mind is limited to conditioning.   But the harmony of the spheres – and ourselves in its wake – is the hallmark, especially when inexplicable in our linear terms.

bota key 19 Sun

It is easy these days to despair;  we are at the end of a rope in history.

In the wisdom of the Tarot, The Sun is called “the Collecting Intelligence”.  A collective project pooling the minds and finances of many nations, which engages the Sun itself, may be just the thing to turn the tables over.

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I cannot subscribe to the belief that humanity is destroying itself.  When I have insight, I feel a wider dimension than we can see at present.  The pendulum swings.  We are in nadir, our noses rubbed in our muck as deep as can be – the only way historically, that we change and learn.

I always felt the sunrise under the dark cloud.  The long shadow stretches back through history, whose plutonic fallout we confront these days, and in whose daydream headgear we blunder along.   But the sun rises above the horizon and as it ascends, it shortens the shadow and clears the murk beyond expectation.   Then we understand the window which opened in December 2012.  Life is not actually as complicated as it seems!  The dawn will begin to glow, during the 2020s and 30s, after Pluto goes into Aquarius.   There may be a scientific turnaround.  Technologies will obsolesce, as the dawn gains strength – or rather, begins to reveal its strength.   During this period, things may be lean, and we will have to help each other as the old energy supply dries up.  The world wide web may even clean and refine itself – an emphasis on ethical practice, and its opposite.   A marginal telepathic consciousness is in the bud.

Isaiah 1958

Isaiah 1958

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Up until 2008 when the finance crashed, there was a media obsession with partying and substance abuse.   At present the issue is the penalising of those in need, against billionaires’ bargain basements and the ever increasing engine. As the brakes burn the rubber, it stinks.  Bankers and gangsters thrive – some of them still – in the governmental belief that they re-boot the market:   the residue of “Margaret-force” when the remaining gold standard was discarded.

But in a few years time, that greed too, will be a goner.   Till 2008, the talk was of partying, boom and bust.   Now it is the tightening financial screws and the bouncing billionaires:  the gross inequality of wealth, abuse and food distribution.

As for war – war’s agony is our history, as tensions rise and fall:  friction.   We are still in that friction phase, as the energy sources we collectively use and indulge, are divisive.   Nuclear fission splits apart.  Blowing things apart to stick them together, depletes the reserve, and the waste product is toxic.  That means, it has no use.  It has to eat – it replaces living organic tissue.  Alongside it, the exploitation and excretion of carbon fuels continues.  The nuclear-fission mindset is integral to our commercial chemistry and food-chain interference.   Human psychology is one with its way of industry.

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daisies shadow

So what is nuclear FUSION?

I understand that nuclear fusion overcomes electro-magnetic forces of repulsion, by ampliflying solar heat in a such a way to “fuse” or unite the poles.   This technology generates much more energy than it uses.  Its waste product is clean helium – a product with industrial application.

Can we see the “fission” analogy to our debt economy, this way of life?  And can we see how “fusion” might inspire a Gaia based economy, based on fair exchange?

Our present Fission is the bitter learning curve to Fusion.   Earth is the planet of the battle for the light, red in tooth and claw;  dark with our waste products and enslaved subconscious, beautiful with our oceans, swirling skies, meadows and humanities.

And … the dandelions and the daisies prevail.

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Children of the world, 2007

Children of the world, 2007

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

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Black Sheep, White Goat – What is True?

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Black Swans: Detail

Black Swans: Detail

Following my moment “for-GIVE-ness” on Christmas Day, both my blogs feel a bit frisky – needing to run in tandem.  “What is True?” was written a couple of days ago, in response to John who writes thoughtfully about love.

I shall get to work with autopoeisis, Yggdrasil and the Tree in the early New Year for “Aquariel”.  Speaking of interrelated psychic, emotional, spiritual and physical immune-systems however, the following ideas are in the picture – it begins at home.

It is customary to moan about humanity.   This in my view doesn’t get us ANYWHERE.   It’s like bullocks putting their heads together for a good moo.  We have to reach deep into ourselves for what is Real, and to act.    This is rare.   The majority of humans don’t have the training, the perspective or the insight – and nor does mind’s habit-base, especially when tired.   So of course our heads fumble, shuffle and snort along the fence.

In Devon

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I reached it on Xmas day.   I touched the human place – or rather, it touched me.  Subconscious opened, and delivered.  Now I watch her move up into my more mundane strata and fall into various shapes and sizes;  how will she make me act, or draw back from reaction;  what dominoes will she push? – Watch this space.

As to being truthful in love:  this is rarely available in the way I would like it.  Consider the pressure of My Truth against His Truth or Your Truth.   Which is more true than any of the others?    It is better on the whole to keep quiet, and to let truth act, without blethering about it.   A gesture speaks more than words;  a kindness, a change of air.   We are humankind. Countless times I broke down, in my effort to tell the truth as I see it, and still I do, and still I try … but more feebly.

What “lets the truth act”?   It is the transcendent “cosmic” wisdom.   Sometimes it takes hours, sometimes months, sometimes many years.   When the Truth appears in a relationship, it is beyond my belief, beyond my careful verbal construction.  It is vital, from the heart, from the core, from the bone-marrow;  it moves me to the right thing – it takes two to Tango.   If I want Truth, I must discover my deep belief in lies, and expose it on my mountain top.   If I want Truth I must reach deeper than my programmed platform .  I must reach towards the Vision.   The Vision is rarely available to the huff and puff of speech.

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If I want truth, “i” must stand aside, and not in its way.   Learn to respect the truth in the one whom I was trying to convert to my view.   It may surprise me.  I am not the only follower of truth.

If I want truth, I find it in his eyes, his mouth and the way it beats in his chest.   I enjoy his humanity:  I feel what it is like to be him, “to be YOU”.   There is a spontaneous pleasure and freedom, to stand in his shoes and wonder what it is like to have his legs, his thoughts and worries – the mystery of being him and his problems, as well as being myself.  I chuckle with his comedy.  This isn’t co-dependency, it is the opposite.   It is the living IMAGINATION through which our full human conscience thrives.    Being fully human is to live in paradox.   I come from in between, and I include both sides – it opens the window to every side.    When Jesus said “love one another”, he meant this.   Jesus was and is this.

4  Cube 3 copy

When I am aware how “his this” is, a perspective on Earth opens which is different to the prevailing belief.   It is as if I toiled along between hedges and houses, they all had my usual picture on them;   then I voluntarily change my level, and I see the whole landscape fore and aft and all around.  I see right through the walls of my belief or the collective belief system.   I am raised up into my Dimension which is truth.   This is why the Dalai Lama and all the Maestri smile genuinely, whatever happens down among the narrow houses and hedges.  The Dalai Lama’s people suffered diaspora, they were invaded, raped and displaced;  his unconditional, and hard-won wellbeing, is the head and heart held high;  walk tall.   Talk peace with the conquerors.   This is bravery, power.

It is transpersonal and remains firmly rooted in everyday life.   Once glimpsed, it is never forgotten.   A daily FOCUS is necessary, to practice the instrument.   This may be meditation or prayer or a garden or any work in a tradition of integrity.   My daily meditation hears what is said, and “writes”.    A Master once said to a disciple, “We come not to the charm of your personality but to your clarity of mind – your third eye.”

Annika and Aslan sketch

Paul Foster Case said “Change the pattern, and you change the result.  Make it accurate, profound, courageous, positive. Then you tame the lion, and he becomes your servant.”

When I see truth, I don’t need to persuade my partner or anyone else of it.   He or she is truth right now, and opens to that realisation in their own time.   This is what the sages mean when they perceive and say, “You are already realised.”   They see life and humankind as a branch of flowering buds, some destined earlier, some later.   The tree is bound to flower and bear fruit.   This includes compassion with the hurts, the limitations and sorrows of the tight bud, the dark path.   All of these are integral to the way it ultimately blossoms from the wood;   and the sages weep with us.

Meanwhile in the daily biff and baff, I try to be honest.   But tact is essential.   I get to know my cher ami slowly.   We’ve been going together for nearly seven years.  We love each other, and about twice a year we get utterly furious with each other, and split up for two to five weeks.   Then we get back together, refreshed from the whirliwash:  it is a rhythmic cycle by now.  So I mustn’t worry.

In relationship I am inarticulate.  There is no sense in hitting an old soldier’s wounds with a sledgehammer.   I was sledge-hammered by a Hungarian when I was young, so I know.   It is best not to even touch the wounds until I am sure.   And who is?

Let it crack you open

That one who sledge hammered me, is the one I touched base with in the magic of Christmas day.  Had he been more skilful, just one gentle tap would have done the trick.   Deep down, there is a little dawning.   I do not have to do it.   It is doing itself.   We are all connected through gravity.   Shifts of consciousness show the way.   Shifts of consciousness are tiny ones – an acute angle, a point –  but on the galactic protractor, they are vast arcs between the stars.   This is where it starts.   HERE.   Nowhere else.   HERE is every where, and now here:  the tiny woodland flower.

The sledgehammer is what we are to each other, when we believe we are right.

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The still, small voice 
connects. 

If you look HERE 
you’ll find. 

If you play with your sword 
you won’t;  but I’m HERE 
our bridge. 

You may not hear 
what touches you 

but HERE, my songs 
in your tree are lovebirds.

Poems of Eclipse 1999

109 peacock copy

I wanted to find out more about “Aquariel”, the title for this blog – “an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life” –  with Gaia and the quantum leap.  Yesterday I googled it online, and dropped at once onto a website (see below), describing Archangel Aquariel.

“From an Earthlings Anonymous post by Gaele Arnott.”  The website is http://www.cherokeeangel.com/archangel_aquariel_and_aquamarin.htm

“The color blue-green of peacock is part of the new color system which has been downloading into our consciousness over the past few years. Since 1998 I have been seeing colors so different that there really is no description in our language to describe these colors.

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This blue-green color of the sea is protected by the Archangel Aquariel, who sits behind Archangel Gabriel as a CEO for Clarity.


”Archangel Aquariel also protects the ‘new’ 8th Chakra of the thymus. This chakra plays an important role in connecting the heart to the throat chakra. It is important that we consciously think about how we can boost the immune system. The thymus chakra also connects through the medulla at the base of the skull to assist in connecting to the Higher realms.


”The energy of Archangel Aquariel brings us balance between earth and sea. 
He talks with the Dolphins, then shares with us this knowledge of spiritual evolution. 
The Dolphins connect with Peacock and gift to us the ability to know ourselves in truth, so that we have the self-confidence to walk our path as we choose.


”Peacock as an animal totem allows access to the Karmic connections between the soul and physical connection. It carries the energy of the Phoenix which allows us to rise from past differences and challenges.
The peacock with its loud raucous call doesn’t let us forget who we are and from where we came. It’s call has the sound of laughter letting us know that we need not take life too seriously – that it is after all only a game we came to play.


”Whatever the lessons, challenges and games under the totem of this color blue-green of the peacock we are reminded that we are constantly guided and protected by Archangel Aquariel.”

Gaele Arnott

This makes sense – particularly as concerns connecting the thymus to the way we speak and express what we are: the alignment with our planetary body’s health.  Thymus is just above the heart chakra.  It is awake in children, pregnant women and alchemists.

Peacocks in the rose garden - detail from "Black Swans"

Peacocks in the rose garden – detail from “Black Swans”

He stands behind Gabriel, the beautiful face of God.  He is greenish blue, the colour of Scorpio in Tarot.  His creatures are the peacock and the dolphins’ school.  His rulership, the new “octave” chakra, links heart and throat through the thymus.  I write of speech and silence in this post – “What is True?”  Through this “octave” centre, we voluntarily enhance our immune system.  This has a knock-on effect through relationships, ecology and ideas.

Didn’t Jesus say something about what comes out of us, never mind what goes in?  Where is that thought?  It has something to do with: never mind what the priest prattles.  How YOU say what you have to say, is important.  It is in Tibetan Tonglen also:  the compassion to breathe in my friend’s dark, and breathe it out as light – a steady transformation.

Black sheep, white goat!  A photo of "Rose" on www.whitmorefarm.com

Black sheep, white goat! A photo of “Rose” on http://www.whitmorefarm.com   She is the queen of their herd.

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Here, “Aquariel” aims to travel – planetary and personal autopoeisis, as an individuation.  Clearly, the way we express ourselves is crucial for health, strength and boundaries.  If we permit the negative sneak, our shield – our magendovid – is weakened.

Being where we are, to be positive about things requires consistent creative intelligence and maintenance.  Every single small individual willing to practice this, is gold dust.  Who else will?  Not the governments or local authorities – how can they?   They don’t know, and they do their british best.  Yes Dave, give it your best shot!   Good on yer …

The prime minister in the Daily Mail

Flooded Britain – the prime minister in the Daily Mail

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

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Ursa Major Solstice

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red horse & rainbow 2008

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At my cher ami’s house, I enjoy reading the paper, and in the Daily Mail was an article by Ken the Corrie star, who happens to be a Druid – about 12.12.12 last week, and how everything is going to start getting a little better from now on.   That in itself is a polar flip-flop!  Ramesh and his students used to discuss the Flip-Flop of the Understanding – the backfiring and re-start:  the inversion.

cosmic consciousness

cosmic consciousness

All alchemical experience suffers some psychological inversion – the crossing over of left and right brain to see and interpret;  the ventricles of the heart;  the rocking of the boat.  Hold too tight to one side, at your peril.   The psyche must be sweet and supple to duck the swinging boom.   Illumination – then dark night of the soul.   Then Light again.   Day and night …

A polar bear
jumps in the air and
lands the other way round.

Ursa Major - "I'm sitting on top of the Word" - clapton/cream

Ursa Major – “I’m sitting on top of the Word” – clapton/cream

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I went in my cher ami’s garden yesterday.     It is all bubbled over with wet brown leaves and little things growing.  The Buddha whose photo among the flowers and ivy has glorified my Sacred India Tarot posts, sits forlorn and grey next to the white dead litter of the nasturtiums – all fallen by frost, from the bamboo which is left quite bare.  We salvaged the garden a couple years ago, from jungle and a decade of rubbish tip.  We cleared all that away, by hand and reached the ground.  It is a green oasis in the woods near Henly’s Corner, and a redbreast robin dances.

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My magnetic treasure for Today is a compass. It continues to educate me and show me my direction.  No direction is sure without the necessary pain of life to prove it and keep it shining in every sinew, bone and feeling.   That little miracle shining in its fluid, points always to the north and soothes my feathers to be a seal.  Value what “Mr V” left me, and what I work with, to this day.  The current which passes between souls is far more significant than the charade of their transgressions.

The Compass in its circular frame is a little steering wheel, left and right, subconscious and self conscious, with the centre remaining steady:  the Tree.   Navigation by the stars.

So descend with it through my House, the memory of the stars;  the vast Night within the passing day-cloth:  the starling’s breast.

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Second birth - breaking through the caul of life into the Laws of Creation: an old Kabbalist engraving

Second birth – breaking through the caul of life into the Laws of Creation: an old Kabbalist engraving

A Kabbalist meditation last Monday – I go out into the night.   There is a village nearby.  Some houses are built on rock and others on sand.  There is a body of water not far off, for the place is a shallow valley, with stands of trees.   It is night, so I don’t see much, except the lamp light, and the mystery of the unlit fields as I cross them to the higher place.  The higher place is a scarp overlooking the scene, and its old pathways.  Look up:  the sky of stars again.   Look toward my distant house:  one light in it, a star.   I know that star, even among other stars scattered around it.   I know my lode star, my Compass in the night.  Merry Yuletide!

Arunachala Self enquiry

Arunachala Self enquiry

I wake this morning with deep peace, the stretch of the sea.  It is said that we glide along the tipping point of an alignment of immense galactic vortices as a wheel of time completes, and a new-born spiral curve arises like a swan.  I had guests last night.  They said we are receiving more magnetic influences from galactic centre (dark, because unknown)  than from our native Sun, at the moment.  This is due to the alignment resonance, which just begins to educate us.  In Kabbalah it suggests we are getting more from Daat, than from Tifareth on the Tree.   It is powerful stuff.

That is why humanity finds itself so hard to deal with.  In this space of time, we learn to align, but during this process there is alienation, dis-ease, social and family breakdown,  and the obsession with astral demons and with petty regulations.   The immune shield of earth and human is confused and compromised. There is ecological fracture and climate change.  There are gun psychoses, and civil wars.

The vast turgid current IS the Light – even a black hole is nothing but the light, the birth of a star from an old collapse –  but its impact on our imagination is at first turbulent and dark.  The shadows are our projection in front of Daat.   It is said that the Maggidim, the Companions of the Light, are closer nowadays to our physical plane than they have ever been – it is all in the way they nudge and touch us inwardly.  The Companions of the Light never tell us what to do;  they reveal principles, the way things work, so we decide for ourselves.  As we calm down about it,  life flows on, as the tension drops away.   Most things we fear are manufactured by muscular tension.

The disturbances of humanity and climate during these decades are inevitable;  they are pains of growth at tipping point.   It takes dedication to keep remembering Tifareth – the native Heart consciousness right here – as well as Daat, the unknown cognition, the Union of all things.

With Dubi on a cornish beach - ja 2008

The other night, I saw in a brief vision as I crested a hill, a landscape with a boil of smoky black clouds, with the light churning through them, as the morning broke.  It grew lighter, rising up, an immense dynamism.  In everything, through Him, with Him, in Him  is the light;  and “He” is Gaia, She, and all our children.   I was walking in Taunton (my teenage years) towards school, Bishop Fox’s, with my cher ami’s white dog Dubi;   like The Fool, Key Zero – the Alchemist of the Tarot.

This post is written in a hurry, as there are things to do today, besides sit and listen.   I shall probably add to it.

dervish

dervish

xmas card text - Version 2

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Wishing you merry Christmas, a warm Yule log, and many beautiful dawns in 2013 and in all the years to come.   With Love … and Gayatri Mantra.   A fellow Capricorn just came to the door;  and he is singing it!

om bhur bhuvaha swaha
tat savitur varenyam
bhargho devasya dhimahi
dhiho yonaha prachodayat

“Let us meditate on the divine light that represents God, and may our thoughts be inspired by that divine light.”

Maha Maya time

Paul sat there singing it, while I swirled my skirts and danced.  He is wearing this …

with this on the other side:

Maya time reverse

… and in my kitchen there is this:

sphere compass crystal lamp

sphere compass crystal lamp

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and this is my Xmas card of little drops of Time like rain …

PaulDrops of Time on water

… from Paul.

For elevenses, we went in my room, lit a candle, opened the Tree of Life, celebrated our beloved dead ones, who are very much alive;  chuckled, and sat still.   The world obligingly ended.  The room filled with a feeling presence so white and quiet, the mind couldn’t move.  She stood still and received …

O happy Day.

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11. rose

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

Link to my primary blog, because of similar theme at present:

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Heart Drop, the Lineage Tree and Time

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This post begins with two oracles or “moments” in early December, for the Solstice.  The three cards are “present”/centre, “past”/left and “future”/right.

 It is also “sewn together” with my recent posts Sacred India Tarot Buddha 8,9.10 of Pentacles, Today is a Special Day and Bardo – a Buddha Atom Awakes on my primary blog. Here are the writings and reflections from my journal, behind them.

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Tarot oracle 3 December 2012

Tarot oracle 3 December 2012

12.21.6 is the pure hexagonal movement of the Seal of Solomon, my universal heart key.  The 6 is half of 12, i.e. the date.  Add the three numbers, they are 12

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Seal of Solomon Cubed

Seal of Solomon Cubed

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Secret Dakini Oracle, 7 December 2012

Secret Dakini Oracle, 7 December 2012

The Heart Drop and the Lineage Tree fulfil the beauty.  The Heart Drop is a landscape of silver rippled sand, a buddhist stupa and a ruby.  It is in the tantra vajrayana tradition. The mind stops and enters yabyum.  The Rainbow Buddha is in the Tree of Life.  And Time’s wheel strikes the moment.

Oracle of solstice.  Ora, oasis of solstice.  This is profoundly real, striking the ora, hour, the moment through the clock’s face in the Real Aquarius.

Alignment flows the ease of being.   The force is imperceptibly vast, like gravity.  It seems likely that  forces arraigned against it, suffer an increased violence and implosion.  The core through evolutionary crossroads, is uncompromising.  The root of the uncompromised, is … to Align.  Turn.  Submission. The Merciful.  There are stars at night in the sands.  The resistance is the old tribal vendettas and their murderous sentiment, brother against brother, civil war, humanquake.

What about the true Islam, invisible behind the televised tension?   I … am.

View the present crisis historically, as a fence, a hurdle of an old world with the new.   Solar atoms pass through it, like the current through the Buddha’s enlightenment.

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13 December – in Nether Stowey, Somerset

My mother drew my attention to 12.12.12 yesterday, being absolutely unique and unrepeatable, as there is no 13th month.   So I did a piece on my blog about this – with some difficulty as the signal/internet dongle here comes and goes.   Discovered it is strong in the morning, and gradually deteriorates.

With my cher ami, I have decided to stop trying to get things right, and certainly not to worry when I don’t.  That just gives power to him and makes a loop, which he doesn’t want either.   Nobody can be exactly right with another person.  It’s just a fantasy, and a deconstructive one.   This is a good realization.  I always tried too hard and got entangled.   Human beings are not “right”.  We are just the way we are.

It is very cold in Nether Stowey, and I am having a good time with my parents, both nearly 90.   Ah well now, a morning moment … the quiet.  Lord thou art God – the Rose:  the infinite moment inside the beautiful 12.12.12:  my Tarot oracle 12.21.6  –   Hanging Man inverts the World-way, and becomes the mutual understanding of the Lovers.

I am looking through the window, a skylight in a roof.   I will not give power any more to other peoples’ opinions and closed houses.   I accept them as they are, alongside the way I am.

I played some Bach on the piano, and I begin to remember Vera Moore a little.  What she gave to notes and music lessons, was love, of a specially irresistible kind.  I felt her loving presence, transcending every mess of humanity, in the muse;  her voice, her laughter, her authority, her magnetic sparkle.

This moment is her receptacle.   A sort of painting of her is inside me.   I don’t know if it will happen.  The moment of settlement is complete in itself, and all-extending.

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Quantock Oak

Quantock Oak

14/15 December – The Ravening Curiosity

The devas are joyful, come what may.

When I was in the Quantocks above Nether Stowey, I moved at a fast lope down Bincombe because it was very cold.   Through the soft brown autumnal drift of crisp leaves, my hips, knees and ankles danced loosely.   All the small oaken witches danced.  I became suddenly the silence.   The silence of the wood sings in the blood and the bones.  It is utterly quiet in the valley, as the descending waters begin to flow in their leafy bed.  Further down, they arise through the ground, they sing and sound.   Water is a miracle, the movement of the Stone, water of life.

the waters

I’m reading a book Into the Land of the Snows.  It is by Ellis Nelson.  It describes in one mountain scene, the exposure of a dead human to vultures – a Sky burial.  The organs are taken out, the bones crushed and mixed with meal to make the feast clean, complete and appetizing.  Life is renewed in death – another human gift.   After reading this, I felt the iron piercing cold of the Himalaya, and the strange bastrikas which generate heat and keep the monks warm up there;  and there came over me that purity – far from the ravening curiosity of the mind.   In the stillness I see the shallow, ravening curiosity of the mind, for what it is;  the trouble we all share and subscribe to.   I am stepped just aside a little.  I become the enigma of rocks, of valleys. Round yellow disks of the Sun – chakras – are placed on sensitive parts of the earth – my body.

Ramana’s presence bestowed peace – the felling of the curiosity.  Buddha’s presence bestowed that same vital, ringing peace.  Both carried their great quest through death’s door.   It is night.  I am back in London now.   I am in bed and I hear the sounds of feet in the street and a distant fox yelping, as pulses without time.   Solstice draws near – a solstice which tenders an infinite silent Life, the polar axis, a simplicity of being.   There is an alteration in our composition.

The opportunity – in the atomic core of sinew, blood and bone – steps aside from the ravening curiosity which suddenly, subtly, is viewed objectively.   The everyday mind is a ravening curiosity – my human curse and cross.  As soon as it is seen, it is no longer so.  Or it remains, out of habit, but compassion permeates it.   Let it be.  It seems to slough, like an old snake skin.

Dancer

Dancer

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The Buddha in Sacred India Tarot  Disks 8, 9, 10:  the teaching and the maha Samadhi and the Bardo – see my other blog.   It is all linked, like the trees in the wood.

Buddha and Ramana, and all great sages, gathered crowds of devotees to their death.  Maybe Jesus had witnesses other than the gospel scribes, who watched him pass in deep peace, and came away with that;  but no one read or canonised them.  This is quite a thought;  that the death of Jesus was not an agony. 

The deaths of Ramana, Buddha, Jesus, demonstrated an exquisite eliding of the planes of life and liberation.  Their deaths were seamless with life.   We attend a death as we attend a birth;  the sliding water in the woods, the kites that soar in the sky, the atomic interchange of consciousness.

Some of my stories of the Watershed contain kernels of the unending Life.  In one of them, the living white sunflowers ate the dead ones.  (The story is at the end of that post.) A blue radiance came in through the window, and played around the noumenon.   Seeing something like that just once or twice, changed my body’s depth-expectation for ever.

Lovers

Lovers

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Insight last week:  in the capsule and story of me, I don’t perceive the truth of a person or of life.  Same-ways, in the collective human capsule, how can our magnification of ourselves and guilt  perceive truth?  The truth is simpler than the pain we believe and measure.

Wisdom residing within our soul’s atoms unconsciously, and in just a few places awake, perceives the cosmos.  The cosmos is what we are, as we wake from the dream.   It is bound to be rather a surprise.

Solomon's Seal and Flower of Life

Solomon’s Seal and Flower of Life

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15 December

My mother’s piano is tres sympathique.  It was easy to imagine Vera Moore sitting with me, and what she would say about this note or that note, wrapping my fingers round it like a baby in a shawl.   I remembered her way with poetic images, and her LOVE.  That is the magic – her love.  It makes me want to go on playing, and keeps me focused.  I remembered her instruction to play what I am learning, like a chorale, without any inhibitions – sing it inside, with the touch.  I shall put that postscript onto the MusicLessons with VM.

The young Vera

The young Vera

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This is the time of the slide through solstice tipping point, which means different circlings to different soul types.  I hear its simple silence through my antakharana valley.   I am sleeping badly.  I think this is due to an intensity in Yetzirah generally.   The stillness stretches time – re-mind it under the “ravening curiosity”.  It is always slipping through the valley.   It never ends.

Today I have to do a Buddha SITA post.  I shall parallel it – link it with last night’s piece, here.

I got a little download this morning, but didn’t manage to write it all down.  The voice said “You know I would wish you to.  When you have piano lesson, take your jacket off literally, and listen.”

There was something important before and after this, which slipped away.

The flavour of the woods, the winter ground, the wet leaves and thawing frost is the Buddha nature flowing through, and in my black “snowdrop” diary of 1988, is the bit about the passing lorry-cosmos – my actual “enlight-in” … drop some of that into the new SITA post.

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My parents, the old people, still young at heart …  this is sad.  Their door closes.  They are conditioned to see ONLY the mess which humans have made of things, and the inevitable demise of the race.   I feel this is but a point of view, as I am consistently made aware of other wavelengths, other views.  The endgame AND …  the endgame contains something quite other which prevails, through that dream.    “All is happening as it should.”

To be a Kabbalist is rare.   My father is rather closed and opinionated in his way – at nearly 90.   Pessimism.  My mother has pessimism, some of it rubbed off from him;  but she has a child inside who still wakes.   His connections are intellectual.  He worked on himself magnificently, all his life: Jiddu Krishnamurti was his teacher.  Hers are organic, and spark me off.   Anyway, I am so glad I spent this time with them.   So are they.  And we remember the older generation behind them, as we pour the whisky and wine.

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Swan to be born, and Camel

Swan to be born, and Camel

We watched a film called “Weeping Camel” about the Gobi Desert nomads, and their tenderness with child and beast.  They used the wind’s note through a stringed instrument to awaken a shaggy young camel’s maternal instinct to her abandoned calf who cried.  They caressed the mother, while drawing the bow across the strings, like a mantra, to the exact vibration of the wind. It was a lullaby.  In those wild parts of Mongolia, they use their vocal chords in this way too.  She allowed at last, her homeless  calf to suckle, and the bond was born.  The camera team gave a TV and a disfiguring satellite dish to the family’s small son, who had seen one in the town, and begged for it.   Progress is paradox.

Cosmos – the God-cosm – is rough and hard when we struggle against it, and gentle when we move with it.

During those long, slow breaths with the camels that evening, my childhood Himalayan hero died of a ripe old age in France.  I found this out, two days later.  I am growing up.

See again, the Sun’s silent veil of vibrant life;  the pattern of the cloth upon the deep.

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School photo, 1955

Swing & School photo, 1955

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

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