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

Master Rakoczy, St-Germain – 7 July 2015

Returning to the artist’s journey through the Trinosofia, I recommend you first refresh this link to Chapter Eight  to retrieve the journey so far.  You can find the other chapters in “Archive of all posts” in the title-bar.

The 12 Zodiacal stages in the alchemical process are: 1) Calcination/Aries, 2) Congelation/Taurus, 3) Fixation/Gemini, 4) Dissolution/Cancer, 5) Digestion/Leo, 6) Distillation/Virgo, 7) Sublimation/Libra, 8) Putrefaction/Scorpio, 9) Incineration/Sagittarius, 10) Fermentation/Capricorn, 11) Multiplication/Aquarius and 12) Projection/Pisces.

It seems to me that the meditations in Saint-Germain’s Trinosofia link these 12 stages by letting each one flow towards the next while recollecting the previous.  The 9th stage which I contemplate today contains elements of Scorpio (Putrefaction) and Sagittarius (Incineration).  The 10th chapter (Incineration stage) likewise will converse Sagittarius with Capricorn (Fermentation).  The message is; rigid divisions between the 12 stages are not held – we should not literalise or confine the material.  Life is fluid. Like the planetary motions as seen relative to our position on Earth, the adept passes through light and shadow back and forth, to journey through being.

I am reminded also of my studies of  Indian astrology.  The zodiac signs in Jyotish overlaid the actual constellations, before precession of the equinox.  In Western astrology the zodiac is by now removed 23 degrees from the elder alignment. The twelve Signs are still named after the constellations, but represent the phases of Earth’s journey around the Sun.  With this discrepancy I learned how subtler shades of interpretation incline towards one or the other, like two sides of the same leaf.  Are the Trinosofia’s twelve stages of alchemy rooted in the constellations?  There are references throughout the text to languages far older than the western occult tradition.  This is one of many Mysteries encoded in the work …

The alchemical symbolism in the Trinosofia is rich and abundant.  My posts on the subject are long, and require imaginative reading.  For Master R’s original text and Manly P Hall’s excellent commentary, please open “Trinosofia Texts” in the title bar above, and scroll down the page to Chapter Nine.

Here is a reminder of Chapter Eight:

Almost four years passed since my last Trinosofia drawing!  …  Yesterday the door opened for me to draw the Ninth chapter.  It was not an easy one for me to integrate after my father died in early 2016.  The Bardo of becoming was to sing also with five other deaths since his – all of them deeply significant relationships in my life; and all with liberation in their different ways.

The Ninth chapter contemplates the dark putrefaction of the 8th stage under Scorpio, processing towards the Sagittarian incineration.  So I had to draw a black horse with a dead human falling out of its slit belly; and then the second sombre image – the young rosy man in a red tunic with the decomposing corpse.  This is alchemical negrido before the stars appear in the raven’s wing.  The red garment is fiery Mars.   Here is the illustration in the book:

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

The way opened today unexpectedly, for me to enter and begin.  I felt Le Comte’s encouragement, since the “Sixth Sun” transmission last week.  The Phoenix rises from ashes; a decomposition to cleanse and flicker into life in the dark night of the soul’s cavern.  It’s not finished yet.  This morning I feel I should darken the background to the black horse, for the passage is a deep obscurity.  Also I drew my young alchemist in red tunic very badly, need to rearrange his legs and re-do his arm?

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The picture includes three inscribed black panels.  Two of them I painstakingly copied; the third, with the floral Roman lettering was too indistinct (so I wrote it in English as if on stone); and the enclosed grey panel’s lettering was too blurred in the Scribd reproduction. It reads:

“The select few – how many are there? Forty who in brotherly love assemble together to the four quarters and the Bird.  Here below (in the mortal sphere) to be held (gathering or assembly) until in its place is the coming in the fourth quarter (Aquarius).”  The large characters M B refer to the alchemical process whereby the mortification and destruction of the body is accomplished.

(From Manly P Hall’s commentary on
The  Most Holy Trinosofia of the Comte de St-Germain

Philosophical Research Society Inc. Los Angeles 1983)

Manly Hall’s translation of the other two inscriptions will go underneath the drawing when I have finished it.  The book includes his introduction, commentaries, text, translation and black/white reproductions of the illustrations.  My interpretation is an individual one; it comes out of my life, I am a different generation.  It is interesting to read both.

(See Triniosofia texts, above)

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So what is found here?  The birth of the living dead, from the animal kingdom’s bafflement, inverts the Saviour’s birth: deep dark expulsion of the soul into the strange un-illumined luminosity of the dead;  the unconscious victim condition where we blame others is ash.

In the second image the alchemist, fascinated with the materia, tries to raise it to life;  he stirs the ashes.  But he hears a Voice commanding him to let it go.  So he’s about to drop it again.  The wrong way is how we Elizabethan and Renaissance explorers tried to manipulate the dead,  believing we could command the secrets of matter, of the soul and of anatomy.  The Voice breaks into that creative fantasy.  Again it is like the horse expelling the dead body.  What is dead is dead!

What are the living dead? How do I regard them?  it is important to take responsibility and get the definition right.  The living dead are those regions in my psyche, individual or collectively linked, where we walk in our sleep, lock ourself into noise, blame other persons, institutions or life itself for our trouble … and blindly consume our nature.

The living Spirit is a matter of choice; of turning to face the music and cross the lake.  The second lake in the journey (to Chapter Ten) will turn clear turquoise.  Now the image develops further, for I might suggest the lake in the vision is a Caduceus.

The Voice said (it thundered like a trumpet) – “This black earth has lain in this hall only 87 years; when 13 more years have elapsed, thou and the other children of God may use it.”  The alchemist was delayed until the time should reach a century 100; he explored the vessel, the dark room for nine days as prescribed, and then departed through the opposite door to the one by which he entered.  The numbers 87 (15), 13 and 100 are Hebrew gematria – a shorthand for the Mysteries..

To reach this dark hall he had waded through the first lake (“thick as cement”) for 13 days, his feet touched bottom everywhere, it was useless to swim.  When he reached the dark hall, the earth was as dark as that water.  The building he entered was basalt black; a warm moist wind pushed him into the chamber and shut the doors.  There the Living Principle remained inside the belly of death to be born; there he explored the room and investigated the matter.   His consciousness is a lamp, it quickens the flesh.

It is like a dream I had long ago.  Here is the story – “a house of hundreds of rooms”

In Chapter Eight four years ago, we saw the crowned white lion and cluster of grapes on a salver with a shining pile of salt.  He impregnated his body with the salt, he rubbed the purifying salt crystals over himself, then he was given a choice of two doors by which to leave that chamber.  One opened to a hot arid plain which seemed to burn him; the other opened to the first lake at the end of which a black marble façade was visible.  He preferred to cross the lake itself rather than make his way along a rocky shore to the distant bridge.  So he ended up in the black marble  hall.

We are given choices and tend to take the complicated one, as we are drawn to the dregs.  The odyssey is the same in the end.  The Trinosofia theme offers him the simple way, but he takes the more complex and glamorous one which takes longer.

As I began the drawing, the transformative Phoenix rose from the ashes.  The façade of the black hall itself was engraved with ancient Persian hieroglyphs.

Should my alchemist kneel or stand?  Perhaps he crouches. The English translation says he stands, the original French says he is “place pres du cadavre”.  I need to lower his left arm and his left knee.  At the moment – as I copied the original – his anatomy is all kaput.  The original drawings in the text – themselves old copies from Le Comte’s paintings which disappeared – are poor.  Le Comte is said to have mixed pearl dust with his pigments.

During my work on the drawing yesterday, I listened to Richard Rudd’s audios on the Ecstatics: Rilke, Taliesin, Walt Whitman, Anandamayi Ma, Mother Julian.  You can hear them at https://genekeys.com/audio/the-ecstatics/   These were given several years ago with the Gene Keys transmission bubbling creatively in the pot: the joyous poet.  The creative joy is today rediscovered, renewed and sung for itself; the yeast within any treacly condition.

5G advertising came through my letterbox.  I am beginning to see that I must not buy into fear and negatives about that and other aggressive technologies, but  keep doing my thing in the living energy field.  We humans will grow tired of the “More and More” stuff that we still “want” at present..  It is a symptomatic tension – a temporal terror of the Great Change which moves so deep within our world, our climate and DNA with the universe and solar system. There will be and already is a collective longing to breathe, to create peace in the air.  I try to live my particle of the Bigger Picture.  The way around and through, and often because of the pollutant, always opens.  The pollutant itself has no power against Gaia.  Most of us cannot see this because we are accustomed to our minds’ closet and what we are told by “experts”. We want by default to blame “Them”.

So, mon cher:  You say you would have us feel, rather than think.  Thinking provides a mere quantity of scenarios and speculative terminus.  Feeling is the natural path, day by day, with every element: the ear to the ground like the sole of the foot.  The feeling is Consciousness Now.  Entering the dark Shadow, I behold my process and seek the Gift;  being born into the dead; the effort of the curious to resurrect putrefaction; the call to travel forth.

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With Mercury retro in Scorpio it is suitable.  The  action dressed in red  investigates old process while moving towards the light.  He must leave the old flesh behind. The second lake and its far pavilion beckons him.  He will walk in it for 18 days.

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

I recalled that when crossing the first lake its waters became darker and thicker as I advanced.  The waters of this (second) lake on the contrary, became ever clearer the closer I approached the shore.  My robe which had in the palace become as black as the walls seemed to me to be of a greyish hue; gradually it resumed its colours, however it did not become entirely blue, but was near to a beautiful green.”

(See Trinosofia Texts in title bar of this page; scroll to Chapter Nine)

That is the pilgrim’s robe: not the alchemist’s red tunic in the image.  However they are the same, for the colours complement.  The blue transmuting to “a beautiful green” is turquoise, through Scorpio’s tonal vibration in the Tarot (Key 13).  Turquoise is the colour of movement.

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Next Day

I wore myself out yesterday trying to get that drawing to work.  It wouldn’t.  At last I trimmed a piece of paper to fit the space and began it again – this time it came OK, and the Initiate stands as in the original illustration, trying to raise his discovery of dead flesh and bones from the levels of corruption.  The cadaver is not quite as good as my first version but is bigger in relation to the “child”.  The cadaver is the world-systems which no longer work.  The child tries to handle it but the Voice calls; it is not the time yet.  Don’t be distracted by those old systems.  Continue the journey of Light and Heart.  Don’t dally but keep walking.

I darkened all the background around the horse in the first picture, except for the ground where the darkness becomes illumined as the sticky stinking black earth full of creeping elementals and fearful dreams.  The Initiate had to stay in there for nine days and not get into mischief.

The evolution of the animal kingdom (horse) trembles with shock at having to tarry and wait for the human preoccupation to catch up and liberate itself.

This second picture will be the more effective if I darken its left-hand side too, around the big “M”.  Then we will have the Initiate emerging from the dark with his imagined retrieval of the secrets; he is positioned where the Shadow becomes the Light.  And there begins the second lake’s slow illumination and clarity to wade for “18 days” towards the far pavilion.  There is a “violet land haze” just suggested behind that palace.  It is  sketchy and the sky turns turquoise.

Trinosofia NINE

 

The Initiate in the Trinosofia pictures is Master R as a child – black curly hair and luminous sweet cheeks the way they drew people in the 18th century.   He has the proportions of an eight year old child – homunculus – except when with a woman; then he is a warrior, a full grown man.  Eight years old is the human age.  He grows into a warrior whenever his seed rises up to sow.

Ophiocus Sagittarius – detail

Trinosofia’s Chapter Nine travels through Scorpio and Sagittarius; the dark constellation over galactic centre.  Sagittarius is the Journeyman’s need to travel and expand. Along the Bowman lies also the Serpent constellation Ophiucus.  I needed to at least begin the next drawing – so I did – of the Initiate leaping from the tomb with golden staff and floating crown: the process of Sagittarius through Capricorn (see the post to come, on Chapter Ten.) …  It is difficult for me to copy “poor” drawings to make better drawings – for the “poor” drawings have their own lively gesture and character which I want to retain, but the anatomy and perspective are compromised; so I grope and erase for hours.  In fact, Master R told Paul Foster Case in 1947 that the existing illustrations are excellent copies of his own work.

Awakening the Trinosofia is a wonderful profound journey, with some of the strange landscapes and caves I reproduced from it.

Stage 9 illumines the dark prison – things come to light.  The Initiate tries to drag the knowledge forth like a great weight, but the Voice says “it is not yours.  Attend to the staff of Light and walk the waves.  Don’t ‘think’.  Feel.”

And in the next picture which I began, the Initiate is the Lightness of being.  I will make the stone coffin more massive and turned more towards the viewer so you can see its bottom – regurgitate its contents.  Out of it come the deep souls, saviours of the world, as your children being born; no more are the living dead being born.

With the deep belly breath, locate my inner trouble, hear and let it with the exhalation trickle out into the earth’s gravity ground to be recycled. In the part of my body which bears the tension, allow the air of love and compassion to flow.  And I smiled again!  The practice of “Relationship Mastery” in all fields of the world – business, government, politics, family, sexuality, friendship – is focused, alive and direct to the point.

I just saw again that I know nothing.  I know only what I think I know and have experienced.  The depth of my experience of life is yet a superficial lid if I paste it upon the needs of others.  Krishnamurti spoke of how we degrade each other with our images of expectation..

The defilement of environment is what that poor horse in my drawing has to smell.  Countless captive creatures live in that and are consumed as meat products; the stench defiles our DNA sensitivity with the animal kingdom.

This appalling realisation comes forth.  The Time of Sixth Sun re-launch was not only sweet light and New Earth but woke up all this more detailed awareness.  What to do?   Do not configure enemies.  There IS a cosmic battle in earth as in heaven and in all the strata between – the forces of dark inertia, fear and imagined disease with those of progress and transformation.   It is tempting to personify or project one’s own demons onto the collective shadow, but it doesn’t help.  Knowing ourselves as lighthouse keepers, the work starts here at home at whatever level.   I am aware how the dimensions of the body of light work homoeopathically through the Shadow. The condition on Earth plane is growth through resistance. To keep silent is wise, because ordinary social talk “wants” a distorting mirror. Let Nature flow as always into balance.   An immense Change – like chrysalis to butterfly – moves through our resistance.  The message for sustainability – particularly in this last year or so – expands exponentially.

What to do?  Carry the Staff of Light and the Crown unworn; sprung from the abyss.  Be conscientious; listen, and pass on the vibrance in the field in simple ways – a smile, a seat on the train, a chat with a cashier.  We as predatory consumers still want a luxury culture of excess. This deranges our animal companions.  So by now, we humans know what it is to derange ourselves.

Yet there is the conscious reorientation – our choice. As with Siva swallowing the world’s murk and turning it peacock blue in his throat, the Resource I can call upon is Infinite.

“You offer a window through which others may look and see and wake up.   You offer a window – a viewpoint – which quickens evolution.   We gave you this window to maintain. Your job is to keep the window clear and clean;  to hold the vessel;   to recreate our Perspective through it.   The window is also a navigational instrument, the approach of Eternity to the new sciences.  Behold it, to the living world.   A Lens.”

Alignment with the magnetic field overcomes obscurity and penetrates any blanket of leaden thoughts.  This same soft power within the animal, avian and plant kingdoms adapts, turns and follows alternative patterns and flight paths as the atoms do.  Everything in the Great Tuning Fork has ultimate harmony and resonance; for the time we are in is an evolutionary acceleration – the fall-out around us, of centrifugal wobble and spin.  The tension in the atmosphere is heightened by the devices humans manufacture to copy it.   But always there is return to navigational centre; solar plexus; the floating compass; the slow sunlit unfoldment of the Now.   Choose which!

Awake the cubed blossom in my root.  It is subtle, like Johannes Kepler’s golden seed among  dung for the hens to find.  A piece of crystal – rock of ages – is warmed by the human body to emit a signal.

The signal is the feeling; feel the Philo Sofia; lover of wisdom.

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

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

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The Dogfight and the Swan

It’s a long time since I wrote or copied to here!  Welcome back, those of you who stayed around.    Aquariel is an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life.   This blog is sister to my main one, and its original intention was to walk with matters of ecology and autopoiesis. My journal this morning touches on the ecology of the psyche which can help to restore the natural balance.  So alongside extinction-rebellion activists, here goes!

The billions of cells in the body and DNA; each has the fervent belief that he or she is the Master-key:  each expendable with the tides.  Yet each in term holds the miracle of the All Clear, the whole universe; and each has this opportunity to live and go deep and influence the lake, if she so pleases.

It is time for me to brush up my understanding of the DNA in the gene keys.  I tried to talk about it and synarchy last night at dinner, and my hostess said she couldn’t see how patterns of consciousness can be related to our DNA and my host said is there any link between psychology/spirit/emotions to the physical?  He can’t see it.  Perhaps he was doing a ‘challenge’ to draw me out.  Afterwards he said I spoke up well.  Towards the end when it was my bedtime and time to go, POOR OLD BREXIT raised its bleeding head, and Catherine said in her book-group no one is allowed now to use the B word because there are disputes even in that little circle; anyway they began to talk about it and loosely mentioned “civil war”.  So I went home.  It was too late to start on turning the thought-form around.  I felt slightly blighted.   However I saw clearly that thinking about Britex and contributing to the tangled web is not the way.  The way is: the English are unhappy.  I contain this deep painful lacerating unhappiness.  The English are having an illness, like the flu, a war of antibodies; a keep-out disease.  The country doubts itself and? … it will recover.  Recognising this is how to face the distress, lean into and be in contact with it day by day;  not with the useless analytical mind with its stethoscopes and searches for conditioned meaning – areas to poke, to blame or shame; and not with comfort zones.   Comfort zones are opinions and denials.

Our country is ill and in pain.  The pain is in the collective plexus.  Some of us are directly impacted by it; others are not. Go about our business.  I am a cell in the English pain-body which is doubting its status among nations and thus ignoring environmental messages.  Many demons run amuck and many white corpuscles rush around with their engulfing shields; huge coagulations and suppurations around the self-dwelt wound.  The wound is in my awareness and being present.

The normal reaction is to try to do something by thinking about it and therefore inflaming it further.  The uncertainty is the painful and warring factor.  The mind desires handles of certainty to grip.  Those become aggressive because they are uncertain. The Devil manufactures Certainty! – (as I was shown at Strumble Head in south Wales, over the rocks.)

The Hermetic “certain and most true” is far beyond the box and encircles it.   Let go of the coffin-carriers.  Temporal certainties are frozen slides across the film.  Aggression is prompted by fear.  To which do I turn my head and heart and hand – to the dog-fight or the swan?   I see both.

 

This is fascinating; objective; compassionate as the accompanying angel;  presence now. The notion grows to respect this collective in its difficulty;  its dissonance holds the seed of realisation and cooperation. Difficulty at the beginning (I Ching 3rd hexagram).  The country suffers the fruit of what it neglected in the passing generations. Each country with Pluto and Saturn at the plough in Capricorn, suffers its own kind.  The discontent is actually unconditional.  Germany with its good stable Frau at the helm suffers the same street hooligans and neo-nazis.  The fact is that the baby complains and suffers and is horrible even if everything in the government is relatively alright.  The pain and the protest is across all the boundaries indifferently, and in England the government now reflects this reality.

That is a sort of badge to wear with honour, for reality is being faced;  the chrysalis is cracked.  Do not die with despair like Leonard Cohen who could see just not quite far enough through the shadows.  See the way through, the way ahead, the stirring of the Butterfly.  Someone last night mentioned a butterfly which entered twice a crucial moment; the room opened.

The materialistic intellect turns down all the lights and only a heaving alienated metallic mass is visible.  I was asked to give an example of what I mean by working with one’s DNA in gene keys, and I chose my Evolution 62. It is called the Language of Light. Its  Shadow is the Intellect, the Gift is Precision and the free Siddhi is Impeccability; however this doesn’t answer the question and it is as impossible to as it would be for them to supply in a few sentences their entire Doctorate study, their whole life’s work, training and technical language.  I tried to explain turning to face one’s Shadow, discover the revealed gift, illumine it further and realise its specific enlightenment, and to say this is based on the 64 DNA codons, 64 I Ching hexagrams and astrology – who among them knows or cares anything about those?

So … my sadness is as usual the fact of dancing round the room the opposite way to everyone else.  My hostess put it in a nutshell: “Jane sees things in a different way.”   The idea the dinner party DID agree on, was that knowledge is beyond the box.   The DNA spiral helix and coding for instance is not for an instant, static.  Its basic curve alone might be determined.  The curve is a question mark.

For me this quantum field is enthroned with the I Ching Circle of 64 keys: a working orbital mode or mandala across the thread.   It is found to work in life.

I Ching 64 hexagrams/gene keys in the zodiac circle

The emerging thought is to cultivate WEARING MY LIGHTHOUSE WITH PRIDE.  Talk of it. Practice.  Be a teacher with it, here and there.  Let it come out.  Bungling gradually unfolds clarity.  Start to challenge.

I am in presence now with the extraordinary subtle upward waterfall of the DNA spiral helix of patterns which humans arrange in coded numbers.  The silvery singing uprising is within me and through all my branches.  I have this in common with every single organism in the world. It is my predilection to pick out a few of the energy-particles in pattern, name them as a system of numbers, identify them with my daily lifetime and “work with them.” I find this tunes me in, and my Shadow transforms.   The Gene Keys is a revelation, a kind of scripture.  It got written down through one man by a community of ancient wisdoms in cooperation.  The essence of the revelation is the Synarchy of the creative act; this now is at work to manifest experimentally in economic and community blueprint efforts, meeting the inevitable human arguments of status.   Semi-awakened and gifted humans are  difficult to work with, because we think we know it all.

family peaches – photo by Sarah Poland

The Revelation is as invincible as the belief in doom and gloom, but it has more penetration.  Doom and gloom transforms nothing:  Revelation upsets everything.  The subtle upward waterfall is Reality.  The subtle upward waterfall may be seized for an individual artist to exhibit, or it may expand and widen concentrically into the world scene to touch and ignite others.

Recently I saw the film “Wings of Desire” which deeply impressed me.  It is set in the 1970s, an angel’s compassionate observation among the humans both sides of the Berlin wall.

Deeply, compresent, is the Angelic entity with the human condition.  It has a special delight in being given sentience;  it is my Lover.   It walks with me, it fills my limbs, it loves the food and drink and the things which grow in the Tree of Life and the wet autumnal ground and these fingers at rest or making music on little black keys.  Since seeing “the Wings of Desire”, this solid aspect of the Magid clarifies to me.  You fill my body now with magnetic joy!

Magnets have great joy in attracting metals and in drawing patterns of iron-filings on the table placed above them.  The magnetic has great joy in the gentle force of the spinal attractor-field.  All the Beauty curves towards it like the grass when a zephyr breathes through a field of long hay

Angels are – in the quantum field – the patterns of cosmic law connecting galactic sunflowers and their black wholes to planetary consciousness, field-flowers, mice, relationships and other phenomena.  Angels are portrayed as winged beings, because their capacity is to be everywhere and in the smallest most intimate space: to be clothed in the ordinary.

The angel’s cosmic joy of being has a tonal severity relative to human perception – like those two solemn men in Berlin, in black and white.  When the angel is welcomed into the three ground-chakras Jupiter, Mars and Earth, the infusion includes now the private playful colour spectrum of being human, of dandling babies and welcoming lovers and going to the pub and enjoying the weather and grieving with the collective pain.  The Angel is privately and in utter fullness my lover, occupying me completely and with generosity.  In the film “Wings of Desire” the woman tells the angel, “With you I am even more alone now, to rest with myself.”  This is the sublime paradox of angelic intimacy.  The Angel desired the human self.  Human self is most deeply at peace in union with solitude.  The solitude is additional paradox, because it connects with other human solitudes in relationship and work, accessing occasionally the Core. The solitude is CONTACT.  The angel in his overcoat and the woman in her scarlet dress turned to each other at the bar over their one big glass of wine to sip, and no one could see them.  No one could see them, but the movie-goer!   Such is the private relationship.

In each other’s dark open eyes is the beautiful naked flaw of humanity, humankind; its trouble and its redemption.

At the dinner, I met a woman who is learning to talk to horses.  They are sensitive to human mindsets.  We talk to them by entertaining them with our facial expressions, yawn, move our feet. When I meet a horse, I breathe towards its beautiful great nostrils; we exchange our breath and it stays with me, curious.   They don’t necessarily want conventional pats and face-rubs, any more than a baby wants to be joggled when it is uncomfortable.  They like silent conversation and to swish tails and to taste one another.  Racehorses, thoroughbreds have a deep desire to be cuddled and caressed in the human psyche. They want to be held and comforted softly, tenderly, like children, for they are used and groomed for human competition.  The woman is learning about the therapy which helps them, holding a stiff joint or fetlock and touching it so it loosens and is soft – a-aah.

When I was eleven and a pony came to stay on our farm, I was so excited the first night I couldn’t sleep.  Before dawn I went out and crossed the silent yard and climbed over the gate into the big dark field, and I called her, and there was a light mist.  And at first I couldn’t see her, then she came from the far corner, trotting towards me whom she’d only met once;  my magic and my longing.  I gave her an apple or carrot; I didn’t have to chase or halter her.  I jumped onto her bareback with no string, and we rode around the dark field under the stars.  It was the miracle.  It was Heaven.

circa 1960, a drawing I sent to my grandmother

The dinner last night was cooked by Mohammed who lost his daughter to cancer at 22, and lost her mother too, at 30.  We enjoyed Persian lamb minced with walnuts and pomegranate molasses.  He shone and sparkled through his long beard and deep dew of sorrow and hugged us with lingering warmth, like the horses needing comfort.  He used to teach engineering, and he came the day before, to fix Aladdin’s wonderful new antique lamp in the porch to shine at night.  He has an allotment in Finsbury Park.  He built its landscape creatively out of discarded natural materials and planted there a flower which is not native to England; it took root and spread and is a glory.  His phone is full of beautiful pictures of his flowers.

So you see, it was special!   O angel.

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O Angel, 1987

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Yesterday I listened to Jaap van Etten (a Dutch ecology-scientist living and listening in Sedona) – and jotted down:

“Mother Earth has the answer to everything … coming from beyond our mental perspective.  The universe doesn’t have a frame within which to work. The natural world is silence, it is not in the sci-fi box.  We are habitually plugged into The Matrix of guilt and fear.  These belief structures have no innocence! – they are the belief that what we have done cannot be undone.  The fear holds the whole thinking community in its spell.  In the lower three chakras we have NOT been trained to deal with the world around us, and the frontal lobes of the brain only confirm what I am fearful about. 

“So, I’m going to re-train my system.  Never give up!  So I have a 40-year habit pattern to break?  Well, go for it!

“I can flip for instance my fear of public speaking into a positive communication.  I can harness the adrenalin into its functionality.  The problem to overcome is the chronic in-grown fear habit and its slow system breakdown.  Individual responsibility towards this raises up the collective.

“I teach metaphysical ecology – outside the box of religion, school and science.

“Every atom comes from and is Mother Earth.  How could I change anything without this system harmony?  All is connected.  Become aware. I am quantum entangled with tree, bird, horse, I, particle. 

“Think of the generations that are coming!  Doesn’t it feel like falling off a precipice to give permission to THAT?  What I feel inside is legitimate.

“As part of the whole, I raise everything.   I am no longer a competitive species.

(Like yeast in bread, fermenting grape in wine.  Like the ants, the bees, the starlings.)

Starling & murmuration – Image from allaboutbirds

“Most of us still follow competitive lizard behaviours.  The opposite to the dominant lizard is loss of fear.  Believe in yourself, your health, your gifts are needed; for this you incarnated.

Portrait of a pleased man 1987

“How can I possibly navigate something which is Out There?   The heart receives information before any other organ. The belly gets sometimes confused. Choose timeless quantum entanglement through DNA for reconnection.”

Jaap van Etten

 

ADONAI THOU ART GOD.  TAT TWAM ASI.  I AM THAT I AM.

Ganapat Muni gives mantra

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See also as companion posts:

https://janeadamsart.wordpress.com/2019/10/07/the-rose-in-the-starfish/

https://janeadamsart.wordpress.com/2019/09/27/philosopher-stone/

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

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Falconer

Hooded falcon
released from the glove
is a sign of one in the great Work
who lives in the world.

We are tamed by our bodybonds,
relation ships and patterns.
This has to be.

But when the hood comes off
we fly and seize the prey

and bring it back to the garden
of the glove.
The glove of the Falconer
veils love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arcana 12 and 16

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

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

Annika and Aslan

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

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

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

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

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

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

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

Alchemy Eagle Crow

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The Genius of the Cell lies within its Membrane

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

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

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

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

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

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

Richard Rudd, 50th Gene Key

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

Lighthouse painted by my brother Simon when he was about 11

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Now draw in the threads.

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

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

Mother Isis of the Moon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Arunachala – the inner path

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mountain roots, Arizona

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

This too shall pass.

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

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

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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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The Alchemy of the 19th Arcanum

19 sun - Version 2

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

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

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

Poems of Eclipse, 1999

lord-siva-on-his-tao

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Mysteries of Master R – Part 14: Trinosofia Chapter 8

Copy of illustration, Trinosofia section 8

Copy of illustration, Trinosofia section 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trinosofia 8 - serpents

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

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

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

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

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

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bota tarot key 8

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

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

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lady with lion

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

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scorpio & virgo glyph

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

Rub it well in! This too shall pass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Crows Nest

 

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

Rosicrucean Emblem Praenesis: "This shows the way"

Rosicrucean Emblem Praenesis: “This shows the way”

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

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

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

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

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

solstice dervish

solstice dervish

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

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

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

Goodness me! Is that so?

I write only to dance with my death.

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

Storm approaching, October 1987

Storm approaching, October 1987

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

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

seal of solomon

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

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

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

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

“Be still and know I am God.”

sunmoon seal of solomon

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

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How does it feel to be you?

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

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Tree of Life - 3 Gunas

Tree of Life – 3 Gunas – like a ship

 

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

Silence?

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

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corpus christi seal of Solomon

corpus christi seal of Solomon

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

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Mysteries of Master R, Part 13: AEOLIAN

Master R oval

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tree of Life - tower of Alchemy - the Flowering Staff

Tree of Life – tower of Alchemy – the Flowering Staff

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

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

Eagle book JHVH - Alchemy in Daat

Eagle book JHVH – Alchemy in Daat

Arcanum 17; the Star

Arcanum 17; the Star

Meditation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BOTA key 17 - The Star

BOTA key 17 – The Star

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

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

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

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Grail Trees 2002

Grail Trees 2002

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

E O L I A N

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

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

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

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A Letter to the Aeolian …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Below is my understanding:

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

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

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

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

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

Journal 6 September 2003

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

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

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

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Journal, 7 September 2003

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

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roob alchemy saturn illustration

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

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

Trinosphia facsimile illustration in chapter 7

Trinosphia facsimile illustration in chapter 7

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

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

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

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

Le Comte, terracotta sketch

Le Comte, terracotta sketch, 2003

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

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

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

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Trinosofia illustration chapter 7 - give way to the force

Trinosofia illustration chapter 7 – give way to the force

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Journal, 8 September 2003

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

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

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

bota key 18 The Moon

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

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

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

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

Pithy tree of life

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

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

Sacred India Tarot - 7 of Staves

Sacred India Tarot – 7 of Staves

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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).

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

The male triangle rises towards the two descending female ones.

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

 

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

 

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Netzach Hod Temperance sketch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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