Mandala, Abraxas and Angel

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Jung as Hermit (tarot key 9)

Jung as Hermit (tarot key 9)

As I begin to study and work with The Red Book, further thoughts and dreams spill into Aquariel from my primary blog.

27 December – Part One:  Mandala 

For nearly four months in 1917, Jung was on military service, commanding English prisoners of war.  He wrote, “With us, everything is unchanged and quiet.  Everything else is swallowed by the war.  The psychosis is still increasing, going on and on.”

But he felt in chaos.  He drew in his army notebook, 27 mandalas in pencil.  Some of these are reproduced in Appendix A of the Red Book.  They were a photograph of each day.  At the time, Jung thought fantasies stemming from the unconscious were not art.  But a woman wrote to him and said they were.  Next day he drew a mandala with a piece missing.  Then he realised:

“Only now did I gradually come to what the mandala really is. ‘ Formation, transformation, the eternal mind’s eternal recreation.’ (from Faust) … “Then hold your heart, since the danger is great, and go straight to that tripod, touch it with the Key.”

A living idea of the Self came to him:  “like the monad which I am, and which is my world.  The mandala represents this monad and corresponds to the microcosmic nature of the soul … Only when I began to paint the mandalas did I see that all the paths I took, all the steps I made, all led back to the one point, that is, to the centre.”

Jung's mandala sketches, red book

Jung’s mandala sketches, red book

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So the first two books of Liber Novus were transcribed 1913-14.  The third book – Scrutinies – contained further fantasies April 1913-June 1916, including the Seven Sermons to the Dead and commentaries.

So there are:  “The Way of What Is to Come”, “The Images of the Erring”, and the “Scrutinies”.  Jung’s guide Philemon supplied commentaries to the Sermones – those conceptions which the dead lacked.

The whole thing brought through the collective unconscious while the world was at war.  “Scrutinies” contains Jung’s vision of the reborn God/Abraxas – written after the notebook Mandalas in 1917.  As he realised Philemon was not himself, he began to differentiate the I’s which spoke and wrote;  he was aware of the dangers of inflation.  “The work on the unconscious has to happen first and foremost for us ourselves.  Our patients profit from it indirectly.  The danger consists in the prophet’s delusion which often is the result of dealing with the unconscious.  It is the devil who says Disdain all reason and science …”

From my notebooks:

It is time for me to start to draw new mandalas.   The mandala is a Key to the inner and cosmic Self.

Impression of Philemon, detail

Impression of Philemon, detail

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I think Jung’s painstaking transcription, calligraphy and painting, put the brake on any inflationary tendency.  It is where Virgo comes in handy!   He had Sun Leo setting in 7th, with Aquarius rising, and Moon in Taurus:  an implied mandala cross of fixed signs.

From a letter:  “It is very important that we experience the contents of the unconscious before we form any opinions about it. …  I have already been working on (the knowledge content of gnosis and neo-Platonism) myself for a long time, and am very glad that you have discovered all on your own this area of work which is ready to be tackled.  Up till now I lacked workers.  …  Extricate your own material uninfluenced from the unconscious, as carefully as possible.

The letter is to J B Lang:  but note also, these ancient words:

“Separate the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross, acting with prudence, humility and good judgement.  Ascend in your heart with deep wisdom
from Earth to Heaven, then again descend to Earth and unite together
the powers of Above and Below.  Let all ignorance and obscurity fly from you
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The Emerald Table of Hermes

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Jung added, that his material is voluminous and worked through;  what he lacks is comparative modern material. Nietsche’s Zarathustra and Meyrinck whom he read at the time, were driven by the ego-archetypes of their own period – which obscured the deeper issue.

I begin to feel that … for instance, Abraxas was reborn during Jung’s Great Work, during the Great War.  If so, we live in an inevitable Abraxian era, which a blind god rules indeed:   the Schopenhaurian Will.  It is synchronous with the early Aquarian age, characterized by the collapse of sacred and social infrastructures, and the elementary emphasis on individuals, rather than individuation:  a celebrity cult, where the Great Hero failed.

This to ponder!   Abraxian is the mite of human agency in climate change – a collective blind;  a raw force until it is spent, which rules uppermost in civilization now – it comes and goes.  Abraxas is the light and dark god;  for the One is yet anterior to and encircling all that.   Abraxas is the Unconscious whose parts are made conscious through pain.  It has to be.   Abraxas rules the market forces and the media.

But Abraxas is much more than that, for it is the play of the light with the dark, which has beauty.  We do not adore Abraxas.  We have an informed conscience of Abraxas:  the Abraxian.    Well, this is a new feeling about it all.   And maybe Abraam felt this way, when he set out from Ur with his sheep …  towards the in-forming breath of H in the desert which re-named him, the unending Life and seed of J H V H.

Obviously, to live and work in Switzerland’s neutral snows, in the middle of the swirling carnage soup of Europe, brought forth Abraxas into the light, for Jung.   The fallout continues its course.   Evolved humanity is greater than Abraxas, it is no servant to that power;  yet the lighthouses of evolved humanity are few and far between.   Abraxas is not evil.  Abraxas is the worshipped chaos of the will.   Abraxas is the wind in the tree:  the isobars of the storm, the surge of the living sea.

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28 December – Part Two:  Inclosed Garden

Worship in the Indian way, of deities, weathers and archetypes, is to ACKNOWLEDGE them.  So – yesterday’s last paragraph makes me sit up ! – we don’t WORSHIP Abraxas, we acknowledge his reality …  that force of the Will in nature, which is incomplete.   We give respect and consciousness to what we know and see, phenomenologically.  Then we have clarity.  Then we begin to live with integrity, and without waste.

I had at least 3 interesting dreams this morning (again late starting) – but only recall a bit of one of them:  a medieval Queen defied her King-husband’s right to rape her.  She had a secret room in the house, which no one knew of;  she kept the key.  I think she had had her head shaved in disgrace, but when I saw her, her hair was blonde and just page-boy long – about my length – and she wore medieval dress and jewellery, and she was going upstairs in my house, followed by the King and the Priest.  It was the Church’s job in those days, to give the King his brute rights over the Queen, and to supervise their mating.   The secret room in which she would defy them, was in the corner of my upstairs room – the cupboard where I keep some of my archive.

So the procession going upstairs was:  the woman who refuses to be violated any more;  her lord and master who violates her, and the celibate priest who thinks sex is bad, and woman must be punished.  Their legacy lurks in us women, whenever we cannot say No, and when we believe that Mr Prick is boss, Holy Church says so!

So hello, you three.   What are you doing here?   How clearly your figures going up my stairs, spell the word.   But I can find no priest figures in my archive when I was eight:  just the perennial war of queens and kings.

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mandala of hildegard of bingen

mandala of hildegard of bingen

Where was I reading the other day, that monasteries and nunneries were where real Love was practiced and beloved?  I mean, they had a refined and joyous love, and women had great power as abbesses and sisters in their garden.   They had holy brothers.  They celebrated a spiritual sexual eros, for they had meditation and work and sanctuary for a while.

Contra this was the Christian-fundamentalist power-base, which became the Inquisition, and filled the people with primitive fears.  So you had the high art-gothique, and you had the Christian taleban – the ban on faerytale:  by auto da fe – the burnings.

The blood on the Church’s hands is the same as today’s taleban –  slaughter of the innocents, and the perversion of God to a fearsome spectre.   The battle is dragged between a fossilized past and a progressive future.  On the threshold of history, the grain is threshed.

Rosicrucean emblem 8 - angel sieves wheat from chaff

Rosicrucean emblem 8 – angel sieves wheat from chaff

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Blood self-cleanses yet.   The mainstream Church is no longer fundamentalist, and it houses hosts of good souls and good works, and it struggles with its human limitations, it seeks to understand.  The spilled blood yet reincarnates through religious armouries which cannot move with the times.  Those processes (in the soul) wear the beards!

medieval queen

Royal medieval dress for Queens was – well, perhaps my early drawings remind me – it was a bit like armour in its design – the borders and embroidery are like bonds which confine her, outline her, crisscross her, and inside these are the soft silken drapes of her dress.   Everyone of substance was armoured, framed and castled, for the astro-geosphere was filled with demons and devas, physical and metaphysical – as ours is, by computer-games and “what’s news?” !

In that time of civil war, brutality and plague, many sanctuaries thrived and kept the Word illumined in their eternal spaces which were inclosed gardens.   “An inclosed Garden is my Sister.”   Where was this – I wrote of it years ago!   And those gardens were in due course ravaged and laid waste, and their libraries lost;   but enough always survived, to carry the seed, with its vast spiritual and literary wealth and memory and power of transmutation.

The thought addresses my books of Prospero which I anxiously guard against the current myth of termination.    As I have had this feeling about them all my adult life, and helplessly watched them expand and expand along the shelves – until the laptop came along, to store the story inside – it is inherited from the time of the Inclosed Gardens.

Hear this:   there is no stopping the Seed.   There is no stopping what I honour and give space with.   There is no stopping the beauty of the tree (I was typing “true”).  Here and now, no matter how many trees are cut down, the Beauty of the tree of life – its living, glowing sap and branches through our body – prevails.

Jesus in the distance, by the lake of Galilee

Jesus in the distance, by the lake of Galilee – 1973

Jesus is translated as saying frequently “only believe.”   Belief is an abused word.  The original Aramaic will have meant something more dynamic – like putting all my devotion into Reality, the Transfiguration I have been and seen;  and not forgetting it, or taking someone else’s word for it.

For we are all co-creators in the evolving mud which is Life.   And in and of the Abraxas Will are oases, vibrant, pulsing, where the daffodils and snowdrops grow.   Everything co-exists – the hands are held and grasped, the darkness with the light, the Agony with the Garden.

Sunflower & Ahriman, 1988

Sunflower & Ahriman, 1988

 

It is the balance.

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Snowdrops, fox & owl, 2003

Snowdrops, fox & owl, 2003

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

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Mystery of Master R – Part 2: Searching the Likeness

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0 glyph of inner contact in class

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In December 2002, I attended a Qabbalah class on “Interior Contacts”.  It was hosted by the Lotus Foundation, the home of my dear friend Genie, whom I met for the first time on that day.

The class teacher told us:  “In Beriah are the Magidim of the Tree’s Upper Face, or Masters.  Every School of the Soul has a connection with these.  Schools have ‘ray’ functions.  Your membership depends on what your ray resonance is. ”

He for instance, tried very hard to become a Freemason.  When finally initiated through a friend, he was prevented every time from going to meetings at Lodge by two hour flu, train strikes or whatever.  He realised that freemasonry was a stepping stone from the past, but no longer required.  Guidance only registers when you take it on board, inside.

He told a story about Paul Foster Case and his Magid, the Count Ragoczy (Saint-Germain) of Transsylvania, who phoned and met him in a hotel in New York, and about how Case and his wife and a student took dictation once a week through an ouija board, word by word;  and the EXTRAORDINARY QUALITY OF THAT TRANSMISSION – and its way of dry teasing.   Our teacher read aloud a few passages to us.  Case only had to turn his mind to any one aspect of the teaching, and it would open up.  He was told to set up a new wisdom School, and to move from the East coast to California.

(NB – this story was told a second time in the other Kabbalah group, five months later when I asked for verification – see previous post.) 

Now of course I was very excited to hear about Le Comte;  and our teacher had even brought along an 18th century portrait of him in his white wig and piercing deep eyes.  He stood it on the mantelpiece, in Genie’s big room.

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18thC portrait of Master R.  It is signed by "A.Knapp".  The reproduction carries this information:  "It is generally suppoosed that this mysterious adept was born in 1710, but the Countess v.Gergy declared she had seen him during that year in Venice, and  he appeared to be between 45 and 50 years old at that time.  While the church register at Eckenforde contains a record of his death in 1784, it is known that he was seen upon several occasions subsequent to that date, having attended a Masonic conference in 1785, and having been recognised in Venice in 1788.  The last historical mention of the Comte was in 1822, at which time he was presumably on the eve of embarking for India."

18thC portrait of Master R. It is signed by “A.Knapp”. The reproduction carries this information: “… … It is generally supposed that this mysterious adept was born in 1710, but the Countess v.Gergy declared she had seen him during that year in Venice, and he appeared to be between 45 and 50 years old at that time. While the church register at Eckenforde contains a record of his death in 1784, it is known that he was seen upon several occasions subsequent to that date, having attended a Masonic conference in 1785, and having been recognised in Venice in 1788. The last historical mention of the Comte was in 1822, at which time he was presumably on the eve of embarking for India.” ~~~~ I have this picture in my home.  The class teacher generously gave it to me, a few months later.

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During a class tea-break, I took a couple of quick sketches from this portrait.  My ‘magyar’ connection has an energy here!   I heard of St-Germain before, but only vaguely.  I hadn’t known he is behind the Alchemy I am studying.   Suddenly he came to life, and I was literally trembling :

2 master R, sketch 1

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3 master R, sketch 2

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From my Journal – 8 December 2002:

“Ragoczy is a big fish, a Great Master Magid of a School, not of individuals, but I am inspired by him and his shoal of fishes.  As soon as I got home last night, I drew him into my sketchbook – from the drawings and from memory – as best I could:

master R, sketch 3

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“The Book of Tokens is by him, and so are the lessons of the Great Work, I guess.  Our teacher read to us some paragraphs which he has.  It is about evolution and the Scorpio force.   Can I reconstruct an essence of it?

“The thing is not genetic.  That is to say, it is not by genetic evolution: (in the 1930s and 40s when these transmissions were being taken down, the topic of genetic selective breeding was all the rage, as also with the Nazis.)    The natural genes haven’t got the radical composition.  The Scorpio force is the being born again during life, to serve the Great Work.  It is the alchemy of the individual lead into gold.  The sexual nature is irreversibly altered and refined.  LOVE, AND YOU SHALL KNOW.  It said that Love isn’t of anything or anyone;  it IS.

“Now as Love is the One Source, the current of it comes through the Count, because at the level of his consciousness, there are no separate individuals.  He’s the same as Ramana or anyone else it comes through, to stress the point.  Yet he oversees particular rays or gardens of the teaching.  That face in his portrait is only an interface function, to recognise him by.  The truth overflows any container.  Our personality and its distortions and insecurities is unaltered by Self-realisation, and yet the realisation is at its root.

“Most of us see love in terms of returns and partners.”  (But if one has loved deeply, without return, then it is branded in!)   “‘Love and you shall know.’  ‘The can-opener of the intellect is too dull to probe the secrets of the Heart of Life.

“Let the excitory sense be peace … I think for me to plod on with the revelations in ‘The Great Work’ is quite enough to go on with.  Unfortunately I couldn’t retain most of what was read out today, because my sense of re-cognition kept getting in the way.

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GALLERY of early portraits, studies and sketches of Le Comte and companions. 
Drawings in this post are december 2002 – May 2003

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“When invoking, consider – “Who is saying the Name through you?” (God speaking to God.)  … The Grail in an early morning impression, overflowed, and its white effulgence expanded concentrically all around it, penetrating everything, everything to become it.   This was encouraging, and I jumped out of bed after lying in the fountain for a bit.

“Practice looking at things STRAIGHTLY, without any feeling about them at all.  The feeling-stuff is what reinforces and defines ME.

“REFLECTING – Diminishing the sense of I, for a more accurate impession, I become less;  God becomes more.  How to diminish the small-i?  Change the mode of feeling …  the feeling-triad on the Tree, Yesod, Hod, Netzach.   Open it out with the conscious Sun, Tifareth, and the root to earth, Malkuth.

“George Eliot, Daniel Deronda page 407 – “I am lord of this moment’s change, and will charge it with my soul … … To be in a state of suspense, which was also one of emotive activity and scruple, was a favourite attitude of his conscience … … the passionate patience of genius.”

19a emblem

“Look into the dark texture pool of the soul.  Only look.  Only one problem, the I-importantce, or as Alan Jacobs would say, the schopenhaurian Will.  Do not allow any opinions to finish or foreclose.  They are all coloured by the I-importance, and both illusory and limiting.

“Overheard at Shul – preparations for Graham’s wedding – the words Wisdom and Understanding.  As Kabbalists we try to act with wisdom and understanding.”

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GALLERY, including some pages of Master R/St-Germain’s music
for violin and harpsichord continuo (see previous post).
CLICK ON ANY IMAGE, TO VIEW

 

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“… She perceived in a box near the stage, a countenance which at once, and like magic, produced on her mind an effect never to be analyzed nor forgotten.  It was one that awakened an indistinct haunting reminiscence, as if she had seen it in those daydreams she had been so wont from infancy to indulge.  She could not withdraw her gaze from that face, and as she gazed, the awe and coldness that had before seized her, vanished, like a mist from before the sun. 

“In the dark splendour of the eyes that met her own, there was indeed so much of gentle encouragement, of benign and compassionate admiration;  so much that warmed, and animated, and nerved;  that anyone – actor or creator – who has ever observed the effect that a single earnest and kindly look, in the crowd that is to be addressed and won, will produce upon his mind, may readily account for the sudden and inspiriting influence which the eye and smile of the stranger exercised upon the debutante. 

“And while the yet she gazed, and the glow returned to her heart, the stranger half rose, as if to recall the audience to a sense of the courtesy due to one so fair and young … 

” … Yet again, as she turned from the stage, she looked back involuntarily, and the stranger’s calm and half melancholy smile sunk into her heart – to live there – to be recalled with confused memories, half of pleasure and half of pain.”

From ‘Zanoni’ — a Novel by Lord Lytton
— London 1874

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Polish the mundane … carve and polish the precious stones of Life, through night and day:  the Stone of the wise.

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A Mystery of Master R – the Yeast and the Grape

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Master R in London - JA 08

Master R in London – JA 08

This is Master R, as he might have appeared to me, in London’s Temple district in the 1750s, on a damp night.

The altar – bird – torch emblem which is worked into this portrait, meant a great deal to me.  It is in his Trinosofia – a journey of transformation.

“Altar, bird and torch are the symbol of all things.  Nothing can be done without them … You could have seized instantly – you would have become altar, bird and torch at one and the same time.  Now, in order to arrive at the most secret place of the Palace of sublime sciences, it will be necessary for you to pass through all by-ways.  Come … I must first present you to my brothers.”

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trinosofia altar bird torch, 2

trinosofia altar bird torch, 2

trinosofia altar bird torch 1

trinosofia altar bird torch 1

trinosofia section 12 - "His companion wore no garment, but a sun radiated from her breast.  Her right hand held three globes;  a coronet of red flowers confined her beautiful hair. She sprang into the air, and seemed to lift with her the warrior who accompanied her." - Trinosofia of Saint-Germain

His companion wore no garment, but a sun radiated from her breast. Her right hand held three globes; a coronet of red flowers confined her beautiful hair. She sprang into the air, and seemed to lift with her the warrior who accompanied her.” – Trinosofia of Saint-Germain, section 12

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When I think of the “The Most Holy Trinosofia of the Comte de St-Germain”, I have a composite image of an underground volcanic cavern with a Cross of colours in it, a deep sea breaking on a sandy beach, a screen of symbols which melts into initiation, an ascent, a many-pillared round temple where are found the Companions of the Light, a long desert trek, a cornucopia of alchemical beauty and strange tongues.

trinosofia cross & pillars..

The work is illustrated with copies of the Master’s own paintings, in black and white facsimile, leaving the life to my imagination.  I would like to re-draw them, in colour …

The bird is the Ibis, the altar is the Cube of space, and the torch, the Caduceus.

Altar, bird, torch - detail

Altar, bird, torch – detail

The bird – with green branch – is called “to be given the Life.”  The altar is coded “The Crown, Kether, when shall be the gate of entrance:  Immortality shall be conferred at the gate of the House of Wisdom.”  The name of the torch is Light, and reads:  “The dernier shall be hidden away and forgotten”.   The dernier was a coin, as in the Tarot suit of Pentacles.   The statement as a whole suggests “The body of the wise man shall be concealed.”

 

Master R’s physical remains are concealed:  his paintings – whose colours had a peculiar lustre, he is said to have ground pearl into his pigments – all disappeared.   The music he wrote is stored in the British Library.  I have xerox copies of it.  He played the violin in London, with elegance, verve and grace.

Violin Sonata 2 - keyboard part

Violin Sonata 2 – keyboard continuo part:  the violin is the top line.

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In about 1918, Paul Foster Case received a phone call in New York:   “Meet me for coffee at —–Hotel.”   The voice sounded familiar.   It had spoken in his inner ear, ever since he was a small child.   At the rendez-vous, he met an elegant stranger who proceeded during the next fortnight, to lay before him the entire esoteric curriculum for – what was to become a School of the Soul – the Builders of the Adytum.

This was his Hierophant and lineage, Master R – also known as Comte de Saint Germain.   The writings on alchemy, number and the Hebrew hieroglyphic language are of superhuman intellect, beauty and dexterity, particularly in some unpublished texts.   It seems that whenever Paul Foster Case sat down to write, something in his mind-body opened to admit the Cosmic body.   He was a musician, a skilled organist.  He reached every Key, each pipe and every string.   The body of this Great Work had an immense urgency, to leaven the escalating crisis in humanity during the 1930s and 40s.  The Master drily remarked to him, “We come not to the charm of your personality, but to the focus of your mind.”

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FR violin 03 copy

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He also said …

Transcript:  The Harp of Ten Thousand Strings

“In Kether is the One, the Indivisible, but in Malkuth that same One appears as Four, and comes into manifestation as the Ten which return into the One.  But mark this:  the Four are truly but Two, even as in the body the two genders are always conjoined.  Even when the whole body has almost no trace of its complementary gender, yet is there in its composition always some trace of both.  So it is with the four elements also.  Truly there are but two, Fire and Water.  For Air is the mixture of Fire and Water with Fire predominant, and Earth is a like mixture with Water the stronger. 

“Thus to enter the Kingdom there must always be “two”, for the Wheel turns not, but by the alternation of opposite forces.  Yet the Kingdom of Adonai is not the kingdom of this world’s illusion, and the bodies of the servants of Adonai must be freed from the illusion, before they may serve as transparent channels for the Light which descends from Above. 

“The Law of Adonai is other than the laws of men, for into the laws of men has entered confusion.  This must needs be, since mankind remains a work unfinished.  Yet be on guard, if you seek to be numbered among the sons and daughters of the true Israel, lest you mistake the half formed concepts of an earlier stage of growth, for final truths. 

“The Great Work directs itself always toward the building of the Temple of Adonai, and at its early stages there are needs which do not continue throughout the building process.  Yet men mistake the scaffolding for the building itself! and thus pay idolatrous reverence to old rules which have no longer any useful purpose.  Watch therefore, if you would “rule the world” lest you usurp the rights of Adonai ! 

Note: The World, Key 21 on the centre root path, Malkuth Yesod (Kingdom and Foundation) in the left-hand picture.  This is the “GVPh” or word of embodiment (see paragraph on GVPh further down).  The whole Tree is the Temple.  To view as gallery with notes, click on image. For further notes on the Tree and Kabbalah, search Tree of Life in my primary blog, http://janeadamsart.wordpress.com

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Transcript continues:

“His and His alone is the Temple (of the living body) …  Not thine, but Mine is the work … for truly Kether (the Ineffable) is in Malkuth (the earth and physicality), and in Kether I dwell as One without a second …  Mine is your body, you who seek to find me – mine alone.  Mine is the power in all that comes into manifestation through the thought, the word or action of any of My instruments.  Never shall they who remain deluded by the illusion of separateness, become clear channels for the irresistible out-pouring of My power, until all follies of ‘mine’ and ‘thine’ are cleared out …

“Do you comprehend?  You aspire to the highest.  Take heed lest you surrender to the world’s illusion through seeing the Light through the coloured lenses of your personal prejudices and personal emotional needs.

“Refusal to act is like keeping shut the gate which releases a stream of water into a pipe leading to a turbine.  To be sure, no water is wasted so long as the gate stays shut, but neither is power generated.  Of what use are fine ideals about serving mankind, if one refuses to become a channel for broadcasting the power? 

“The whole world suffers in inexpressible agony, yet some who might do much to heal these festering wounds, remain aloof, wrapped in the garments of their own self righteousness.  Yet but for One whom all the world condemned, you would not be sitting here.  “Except your righteousness be greater than the righteousness of the scribes and pharisees,” said the Master, “you shall in no wise enter into the Kingdom.”  Think well on these things.

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GVPh

Speaking of the letters G,V,Ph (a Hebrew word for ‘the body’ – read the letters from right to left) … “What is this GVPh which has its seat in Malkuth?  Consider its three tokens (letters).  First comes letter Gimel which links Kether to Tifareth. This is the sign of the Uniting Intelligence;  from this you learn that the body conjoins a man to the Highest. 

“Second comes letter Vav.  This is the token of the Eternal Intelligence uniting  AB with BEN – the Father with the Son.”

Father, Son, Hermes - an illustration from the Book of Lambspring.  "The Son ever remains in the Father and the Father in the Son.  Thus in divers things they produce untold, precious fruit.  They perish never more, and laugh at death ... Upon one throne by the grace of God they sit, and the face of the Ancient Master is straightway seen between them.  He wears a crimson robe."

Father, Son, Hermes – an illustration from the Book of Lambspring. “The Son ever remains in the Father and the Father in the Son. Thus in divers things they produce untold, precious fruit. They perish never more, and laugh at death … Upon one throne by the grace of God they sit, and the face of the Ancient Master is straightway seen between them. He wears a crimson robe.”

(By this, he refers to Vav – which joins together – as it is the sixth letter of alephbeis, and the first syllable of TVPhRTh/Tifareth.)

“From this token, know that your body is the link between the true Self in Tifareth, and the universal Life and Wisdom of Hokhmah.   Now the third token – Ph -is the letter which signifies the mouth of man, and is also the Active Intelligence which unites Netzach with Hod. 

Three Tarot Keys, signifying (from right to left, as with Hebrew script) , Reflectivity, Inner Hearing and Speech.

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Transcript continues:

“So this, your body, is the instrument whereon may be played the Song of Life.  Nay, it is more than this;  for on this harp of ten thousand strings, the wind of the Spirit moves ever, and sounds night and day, the harmonies of that Eternal Song. 

“Yet few there be, with ears to hear.  For that hearing is too often dulled by the noisy clamour of the world’s illusion.  Yet he who has eyes to see, and mind to remember, may see in the very word GVPh, that the heart of its meaning is to do with Hearing. (The Hebrew hieroglyph V is related to the sense of hearing.)

What else is the letter V but the heart of this word?  …  How few there are, who listen for the still, small music of the Eternal Song! … “

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This transcript is from a direct communication to Paul and Harriet Foster Case and Anne Davies in 1947.  It is summarised in the Meditation on Malkuth in The Book of Tokens, which you can buy in bookshops, or from the Builders of the Adytum (bota.org)   A correspondence course of Lessons covering Kabbalah, Tarot, Alchemy, Colour & Sound, and every factor of this teaching, is available from the Builders of the Adytum.

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The Master appears an individual, but he is an inner plane consciousness and has no separate sense of “me”.   He is intimately transpersonal.   He moves as easily through neighbouring densities of manifestation, as from field to field with the clouds, and back and forth through apparent death or disappearance.    Wherever the third-eye focus is confected, here he stands.  He – traditionally a Magyar aristocrat – was behind the veil of the “strong Child” in the American Declaration of Independence.   He was a Freemason, a Rosicrucean and Alchemist;  he led the secret Schools in France and Germany;  he seemed to have unlimited wealth, and all the courts in 18th century Europe welcomed him.  He attempted by diplomacy to “defuse” the coming French Revolution, but had to flee to London.  He spoke of the real Revolution, which is evolutionary in the soul.  Isabel Oakley’s  carefully researched biography of him is called The Comte de Saint Germain – the Secret of Kings.

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Franz Liszt, a few decades into the 19th century, wrote of Le Comte to the Grand Duke Carl Alexander of Eisenach:

“An extreme ease of manner with the most highly placed personages gained him the privilege of saying anything with impunity.  Kings’ fools had this privilege in days of yore, and I take pleasure in thinking that it is not their fault if it didn’t make the kings wiser.  While affecting a profound contempt for riches, Saint-Germain enjoyed displaying a prodigious quantity of precious stones and diamonds, and boasted that he had learnt the art of cutting diamonds well, on one of his first voyages to the Indies. 

“… Apart from his chemical knowledge and alchemical illuminism, Saint-Germain played the violin admirably – so well, that people thought they could hear an entire orchestra under his bow – and possessed in addition the talent of writing equally well with right and left hand, which I envy him doubly, for my handwriting being horrible and almost illegible, it greatly displeases me. 

“By means of his elixir of long life, he claimed he had already lived for 350 years.  The same liquor also had the property of turning a woman of 70 into a perfect resemblance of a girl of 17 – and further, made anyone quite simply immortal.  This idea was carried on moreover, without elixir, in Condorcet’s remarkable book ‘Des Progres de l’Esprit Humaine’. 

“Frederick the Great asked M.de Voltaire for a few details about the Comte de Saint-Germain.  “He is a man who doesn’t die, and knows everything,” replied Voltaire.  He did die, however, in 1784 – or 1785 – as a close friend of the Prince of Hesse-Cassel.  This intimacy would explain in rather a singular manner why the present Elector of Hesse governs in the manner of 350 years ago;  a method which has succeeded extremely well for him thus far, as it has with others who haven’t even the merit of his obstinacy. 

But the pitcher goes so often to the well that in the end … it fills itself – says Figaro. Be so kind Monsignueur, to excuse my want of greater erudition …”

Your very grateful servant … 

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Le Comte Saint-Germain is synonymous with “Master Rakoczy” of Hungary.  My pragmatic contact with Le Comte and his thought, is through studying Alchemy.   That is what makes it real.  In 2002, I was given a copy of some of the Master’s lessons on the Great Work of Alchemy, which illumined and earthed all that I had previously read.   I worked through them for about a year. Some months into the journey,  I consulted a psychic, who emailed to me:  “Master ‘R’ just peeked in through the etheric Levels to say that he is the overviewing Presence in your Soul’s Life.  Adieu.”

For verification, I asked Le Comte, could he please arrange to have himself mentioned in that day’s Kabbalah meeting.   Half-way through the discussion – whose theme that day happened to be the inner-plane Maggidim or teachers – another student raised his hand and narrated – out of the blue – the story of Paul Foster Case’s encounter in New York with Master R.

In the Toledo Kabbalah-society tradition, Master R was lucky if he got a mention once in a year or two.  Later on, I discussed this with Halevi, on the understanding that our guides and preceptors ring the changes, as life brings fresh challenges.   Halevi said “he’ll be your Head of Department then.  The general ‘staff’ assigned to individuals and situations, they come and go, under him.”

The question arose, because Master R is not a shepherd of individuals, but of civilization.  Why would he connect to me?   The answer is transpersonal – it is the level of love – the level of awareness on Jacobs’ Ladder.   My concentration on alchemy and the transcripts, was a lens through which he looked and I could see.   I learned an essential thing.  Contact with a Master – a Maggid – is a two way process:  the chosen dialogue, kept in focus, and always fresh.

He is not my “teacher” in the personal sense.  But when I really put my mind to it, over a period of time, I can “tune up” to his wavelength, which covers many domains.  My ear is to the ground in a special way.  Language flows, and I learn about the way things work.  He doesn’t “advise” me, and when he guides, it is in a minimal, unobtrusive way which rhymes unmistakably with my inner world, yet comes from beyond.

During that period, I learned through drawing their portraits, the nature of the inner plane Maggidim, and of transmission;   I clarified for ever, a distinction between mediumship and mediating.   The former is a monologue, the latter is a conversation.

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One of my deep treasures received, is AKASHA TEJAS.   The Akasha Tattva, linked to Saturn and the root chakra, is an indigo oval.   The Tejas Tattva, linked to Mars and the navel chakra, is a scarlet triangle.   Combined, they are an esoteric Key to the interior Gold – the heart centre chakra.   Astrology aspects during the spring of 2003, illumined this combination, as a teaching.

Years later, this feature became embodied in, and sustains, my close friendship with an Aries  –  jewel of Saturn and Mars rulership:  Capricorn with Aries.  It all takes time.

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In conventional astrology, Saturn and Mars are malefics – they resist each other.  The Mars tempo is quick:  Saturn moves in wider cycles.  It is like trying to do a gear-change.  But in Kabbalah, on the Tree, the struggle was co-operative.  Saturn and Mars form the left-pillar Binah-Gevurah path of Influence, whose Tarot Key is 7, The Chariot.   Scratch below the surface of any enduring pair of lovers or conscious siblings;  there is probably a jewel of this kind.

The Akasha Tejas Tattva is a jewel the Master took out of his pocket and polished for me.    In the abundance of life’s pearls, I mostly forget to visualise, or to polish this one so it shines.   “Polish the mundane.”

This suggests:  let it not be routine, but let it recreate the affection.

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Here are a few teachings in my inner ear, as they came it seems, from the Master:

27 May 2003

“Do the rose cross or whatever else, when love comes.  With love.  That is the breakthrough from mercury into venus on the path of mars.

“Yes, very slowly and with love, hearing the music note deep within, and smelling the rose with the sea breathing.  Simple, and one thing at a time.  The meaning and flowering of the Rose Cross Ritual, and of all ritual gesture, is when ‘you’ are not doing it.  Then as you find, that fascination or pondering, kindles the golden circles.  Magic is made not with what is known, but with what you can’t quite grasp, and you wonder at.  This draws your mercury up the rod into the place of meeting.  So the Rose Cross SHIN and the golden encirclings have power, like a left-hand drawing.  We said:   no one is skilled, who begins magic.”

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1 November 2003

Early this morning in bed, I asked “what is the Third Eye?”  and this reply came:

“The third eye is the I of the Subtle body encircling Earth as it opens.”

A sort of violet blue clarity was in this picture as I wrote down the fading message.  Where is my third eye?  Answer as above.  The subtle-body, like the etheric sheath, is a standwave, rather than a timespace process.  It registers relative “eternals”.   It is the blueprint to which all the variety bears passing form.  Earth’s etheric field is the lunar orbit.  This itself – moon’s silver circling around turquoise earthpupil – looks like a eye.

How do I find and use my third eye?  Ah!  it is in Perseus myths.  The three grey sisters passed the one eye among them;  and yet they could not see, because they argued.  It is somehow clear that it exists, since Serapis kissed it there, in a way more reliable than before.  Practise using it.

My crowded, operatic mind, fond of its noughts and crosses and sores, puts up a great resistance to “re-membering” and “practising”.  But if I say “this third eye is Open” indeed it is;  and if it encircles planet Earth, its capacity has the collective “I”.

Where to focus it?  (Put your attention on the invisible, beloved!)  inward, within the brow, where the Stone of gold-producing Light is confected, where the pineal pine cone, opens woody petals spiral wise.  Only see these simple things, and my Third Eye is seeing.

You know you can’t see the eye, or I, you see through!  The same it is with the Third.  It is not a mark, or an organ.  It is a Way.  It encircles the earth transpersonally, like the bright veil she draws around her lands and seas.  The arising of the Love current is Her opening, likewise.  It flows up through the spine and opens the brow.  I am a pyramid with the eye in its apex,  the symbol of freemasonry.  The pyramid is a little lens, gathering to it all the matter of earth, and shining back:  Eye-dentity.

Your attention on the invisible is displaced from the visible obstruction or belief;  from “my-story”. Your attention on the Great Mystery is not upon “my-story”.

That is what is meant by “the IN-visible”;  and by silence.

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27 June 2003

Oh yes:  here’s yesterday’s Big Thought, which I jotted in my notebook:   The violet mantled King in Basil Valentine’s story, meant:

“If I have ears to hear,
Hear Thee
like the Stars brought close to the eyes
oak Tree.”

In other words, the teachings of the Magid, although as far beyond the spacetime context of my person as the stars in the night sky, are brought inward as the stars to shine in my own eyes and being.

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And here is Master R’s published sonnet:

Curieux scrutateur de la Nature entiere,
j’ai connu du grand tout le principe et la fin.
J’ai vu l’or en puissance au fond de sa riviere,
j’ai saisi sa matiere et surpris son levain.

J’expliquai par quelle art l’ame aux flancs d’une mere
fait sa maison, l’emporte, et comment un pepin
mis contre un grain de ble, sous l’humide poussiere;
l’un plante et l’autre cep, sont le pain et le vin.

Rien n’etait, Dieu voulant, rien devint quelque chose,
j’en doutais, je cherchai sur quoi l’Univers pose.
Rien gardait l’equilibre et servait de soutien.

Enfin avec le poids de l’eloge et du blame,
je pesai l’eternel;  il appela mon ame:
je mourrai, j’adorai, je ne savais plus rien.

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The jewel is here:   the gold in the flowing river:  the soul at the  mother’s flank;  the yeast, the grain and the grape;  the bread and wine.

I would appreciate an English translation of this poem, from a French-speaking reader – any offers?  Very broadly my understanding of it goes:

 ”Examining nature, I learned her fundamental principle.  I saw in her river’s flowing depth the gold, and seized its potency.  I understood how the soul in the mother’s womb rises like yeast, and carries the lodging onward (through the generations);  and how a tiny grape seed and a grain of wheat when placed together in moist earth – the one a plant, the other a pip – ferment to bread and wine.  

“Without God’s will and wisdom, nothing grows.  I searched in vain:  I found no ‘thing’ to equilibrate or uphold the Universe. 

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“Finally, in the balance of applause and censure, I weighed Eternity:  it called my Spirit.  I died to the world. I adore.  I knew nothing more.”

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With embryo in womb,
yeast and grain in the vine,
the Eternal alone calls the Soul;
the world knows nothing.

(The door is TAV, and in it flowers the Rose.  Saturn is the root and door by which we give birth, parturition of the seed itself, all in one.  As the Soul makes house “aux flancs d’une mere”, so in damp dark soil does pip to a grain grow bread in the vineyard.  Saturn is the root, and Venus in the throat chakra is its calyx or flowering point.)

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Oakley book cover image of le Comte - from a contemporary engraving

Oakley book cover image of le Comte – from a contemporary engraving

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In the ten years or so since these writings, a lot of water flowed under the bridge !  I had so much to learn, to practice and to clarify in life.  There were difficult tests yet to come, with deep issues to heal and let go.   It took me far away from the initial contact with the Master.

Life is “initiation” – a curve of the years.  The landscape was challenging, and I got distracted and made mistakes.  It is all valuable.   My objective in these two or three posts about Master R, is to take up some slack, and by doing so, re-invite his presence and teaching in my work:  a discovery.

Master R/Saint-Germain means different things to different societies and souls, according to projection.  In Part 2, I shall tell how my particular contact came about.

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

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When Reflecting on The Lovers …

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What shall I write?  I am a frameless window.   It is subtle.   I don’t like to build anything too literally.   If I do, the form goes hard and stale – the Sanctuary a metallic harp.  Suggestive, fluid, evocative, is the movement of the Inner Sense – the Divine detector.

I feel today what rises from earth and descends from heaven – the place of meeting, the triads.  Now  I feel I am inside the Lovers’ key, in the faint but sweet clean presence of Rafael, mercurial.   Every part of the wide green landscape is alive with tetrahedral volumes, points and distances.   It has a lovely music, somewhere.   Intone Orange, flood orange, the colour of pure Solar energy – D-Natural – as it translates to Hod:  Gemini:  Mercury …

and we move into Gemini today, as it happens!

Arcanum 6, Version 2

Arcanum 6, Version 2

BOTA Key 6

BOTA Key 6

Behind them are the pillars of the Tree of Life.  Behind Eve is the Tree of Fruit, snake entwined.   Behind Adam, is the Tree showing 12 flames.  The stem is dark – Kundalini.  But Eve’s stem is woody, Earth.  Through Adam, Kundalini rises – a burning bush.  Through Eve, she encircles and descends, as fruit falls.  The clouds are at the authentic level of our limited everyday vision, but behind them the Archangel spreading wings and arms, is vast, with purple robe and golden aura.   It is a wonderful thing for Eve and Adam to be in the landscape with the trees and Binah’s Mountain, and the Presence above, within and transcending it.  The Lovers are uplifted and in magic, with their intuitive vision.

The Hierophant – the Inner Hearing – preceded this Key.

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Adam perceives Kundalini as a burning power;  but through Eve, the Kundalini gives Life.  She is soft and restful.  She is crowned with rosy apples.   I feel the upliftedness and groundedness of this beautiful Key, and the discernment of its hebrew letter, ZAIN the Sword.   The point of the Sword is sharp in the sweet air, as it is in sexual desire.  The potential of the sexual mystery is to determine precisely what soul type is being conceived – its components, history and synchrony.   Parents who really know, invite a child to birth through them, not randomly:  their lovemaking builds a Temple and is detailed.  The type conforms to their invitation, as formed in the dawn of time, and will express along with its individual essence, their combination essentially.

Most souls are conceived blindly, as we proceed through destiny’s tunnel of life.

The same applies to creative thought.   So let us form a vessel, to catch the dew of Heaven.

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A diagram of Plato's cave.  Where we habitually live, we watch the shadows on the wall cast by the fire behind us.  Where the Light comes and finds us, is a little passage leading to the Day.  As an old prehistoric cave painter, I relate viscerally to this image!

I don’t know where I found this old diagram of Plato’s cave. Where we habitually live, we sit and watch the shadows on the wall cast by the Karmic fire behind us, as figures and lifetimes flicker along the roadway … from whence to where? We do not even truly notice each other very much.  Where the Light comes and finds us, is a little passage leading out and upward to the Day, to the Sun. As an old prehistoric cave painter, I relate viscerally to this symbolic image!

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With the inner Sightedness, my tunnel of life opens, Plato’s cave opens, I turn … the light comes in, I walk up along it, there is beauty without restraint, out into the open.   Just keep holding and growing this thread.  From it rises the prayer: thanksgiving.  The Light is that in which all understanding is held, everywhere.  When we rise into the Light, we are with all our Companions.  We illumine each other, and  our local dark tunnels.  Our tunnels are the network of nitrous roots and rhizomes through the ground, our tiny interlinking strands throughout the planet’s surface.   Gaia!

The body of Light is a Lens.

The Lovers’ Key is a living entity.  This entity is named “the Disposing and Reciprocal Intelligence”.  The Disposing Intelligence contains in a relationship the Third factor – the big landscape around Saturn’s salt mountain with Rafael above the clouds.  Eve and Adam are the spacious interaction, man to drink, woman to well.

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Adam & Eve after Lucas Cranach

Adam & Eve after Lucas Cranach

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Liszt’s Litanies de Marie contain a lovely tune of God.   Deeply creative artists and musicians are in their body of Light whenever they compose.

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Work of a Kabbalist - by Halevi. "This wall hanging shows the Kabbalist below on earth, with the mineral, vegetable and animal kingdoms, and the works of man. Above is the moon, sun and solar system/Tree of Life within the dome of the stars.  Over this hovers the Angelic world with Great Michael presiding... beyond this are the Archangels with Metatron the transfigured Enoch at the juncture point between the World of the Spirit and the Divine Realm represented by the Holy Name YHVH.

Work of a Kabbalist – by Halevi. “This wall hanging shows the Kabbalist below on earth, with the mineral, vegetable and animal kingdoms, and the works of man. Above is the moon, sun and solar system/Tree of Life within the dome of the stars. Over this hovers the Angelic world with Great Michael presiding… beyond this are the Archangels with Metatron the transfigured Enoch at the juncture point between the World of the Spirit and the Divine Realm represented by the Holy Name YHVH.” Copyright (c) Kabbalahsociety.org

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Here’s something also – a dream I had many years ago, I found it today:  “I am getting off the ground.  There are witnesses.  I lift my arms in Y-shape as in morning invocation, and it takes me up, and there is some clumsy droopy swimming practice and it is very wonderful …  A strong force of gravity is projected above, to flow into.  Flow into an energised vacuum.  The tips of my hands emanate a subtle extension beyond themselves:  the denser atoms follow through into that extension, and occupy it as refinement.  The whole body does this and leaves the ground.  Swim.  Osmosis.   It tingled afterwards, in hands and feet.   I found I was lying in bed with hands over stomach.

“A lot of teaching accompanied this simple technique, but sank into the sand.  I found it also when practicing the Cesar Franck.  Certain kinds of concentration change the body weight and composition.  This is the way of motion, or travel.  The Kabbalistic Invocation has a power and vibration in the Sefiroth and Names of God – a living Tree to receive the light…    It is not a theory.”

The Roses of St Elisabeth:  the Litanies de Marie.   They answer one another.

The Star of Consciousness is alert and peaceful – it is all that is needed.

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I just realised, while re-reading this that my Fourth Dimension refers to the Cesar Franck sonata as if I am still practicing it, when these days I am not practicing any music at all, and rarely even listen to any.  In this dimension, my Cesar Franck yoga is “now”, not 26 years ago – it is all in the same moment, the whole apple;  there is no need to ‘keep on doing it’.   The lessons learned, remain alive.  The inner exercise remains alive.

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Fred and Jane tackle Cesar Franck violin sonata - 1987

Fred and Jane tackle Cesar Franck violin sonata – 1987

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What I TRULY AM has everything com-presently, a great living sphere.   This is how the higher Companions perceive me – without the long hedge-bound toil of my manifestation in time and space.   They see the points, the chapters of intensity.  They thread these together:  the vessel.   The Lens as a whole.  The Star.

“All the great teachings hand the same material from one to another, back and forth, heart centre to ajna centre and back, over the decades, to develop the Mysteries.   Patience.”

Thus I combine Advaita not-this, not-this, and Alchemy this … their alternation.   The miner’s lamp.

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GALLERY – (to view full size, click on any image): I did not yet complete my Hermetic Tarot deck, beyond the Major Arcana.  This is as far as I got with the Suit of Pentacles – Earth, back in 1993.  These four figures – a Tetragrammaton – combine Kabbalah with eastern Yoga/Advaita Vedanta. The Omkara is prana and the hand gestures with it are mudras: Y,H,V,H. And so it moves through the heart, plexus, sacral and throat Chakras.   As the hands open and release it like a bird, it speaks.

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It does not matter what the essence is – whether a town in Spain/its inhabitants, or a room of the Work in a London council flat.   The essence generates focus, which is what the Companions of the Light seek and detect and fan into brilliance with their sweet airs.   But the essence is found by travelling it – travail and listening.  Give a period each day, to hearing …  the sweetest paths of your almond tree.

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There is a subtle shift beyond which there is no effort in contemplation.    That is when the body of Light is travelling.   Follow the sweetest path of your interior star, forsaking stress and narrative.   The Beloved.

There is a pictorial sequence without words, of a wounded Raven Knight being raised, and the Grail of four trees.   This is because some bird-like intuitions came in, of a watch-tower and its wide encircling landscape, courtyard, secret passage and small town nearby.

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Rosicrucean emblem 7:  a lily in a pot, in a field

Rosicrucean emblem 7: a lily planted in a pot, in a meadow

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alchemy - the story of the Eagle and the little Crow

alchemy – the story of the Eagle and the little Crow

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Inside the tower - the Eagle book in Daat

Inside the tower – the Eagle book in Daat

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Angel raising a captive Knight from a deep well

Angel raising a captive Knight from a deep well

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Freeing a Captive Knight

Freeing a Captive Knight

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Peacock

Peacock

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The Raven Knight

The Raven Knight

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The Grail, the Table Round, Dove and Companions of the Light

The Grail, the Table Round, Dove and Companions of the Light

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Insignia on Chariot, Arcanum 7

Insignia on Chariot, Arcanum 7

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Sun steed

Sun steed

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Grail trees sanctuary

Grail trees sanctuary

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4our trees - Yod, Heh, Vav, Heh

4our trees – Yod, Heh, Vav, Heh

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World kundalini shakti

World kundalini shakti

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Be well, my friend!  Go well.

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And one more thing.  I felt like closing today’s journey with a quote:  so I got out Aexander Roob’s book of Alchemy & Mysticism.  This is the page which fell open:

Ourobouros flower - from Alexander Roob's Alchemy & Mysticism

Ourobouros flower – from Alexander Roob’s Alchemy & Mysticism

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

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Vishnu, the Covenant and Exodus

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The download concerning Exodus, in the later part of this rather long post, came while I was preparing the four Chakras posts on my primary blog.

Other themes include Chakra material – still going strong – and Vishnu the Chakra Lord:  the 4-dvd set of Crossing the Event Horizon by Nassim Haramein:  Johannes Kepler:  sacred geometry: the Buddha nature, and Crossing the Red Sea.

I recommend Zev ben Shimon Halevi’s “Kabbalah and Exodus”, published by Kabbalahsociety.org. for a more scholarly approach.

The subheadings in this post are:  “1.Vishnu”, “2.Crossing the Event Horizon”, “3.Tetrahedrons and Kepler’s Harmonice Mundi”, “4.The Pillar of Fire and of Cloud”, “5.Technology” and “6.The Red Sea Crossing and Covenant”.

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1. Vishnu

I had a brief vision/dream of Vishnu.  It said “Vishnu and the Tree of Knowledge” I think, but it also meant “Vishnu and the wise Serpent” – and the Creator-god Brahma was being dreamed out of his navel CHAKRA.

Who is the dreamer, and who is the dreamed?

Now, Vishnu is the deity Presence around Badrinath near Ganges, where they pray to the source.  In some Yogas, the burden of the ancestors is here transmuted.   The gods of the Trimurti contain one another’s functions in a fluid cyclic event:  the polar electricity in the mountain watershed.

Vishnu at rest

Vishnu at rest

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In BRAHMAN the Source as YOD, are Heh-Vav-Heh, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva.

BRAHMAN is One, and in him the cosmic trinity – timurti, triple image – breed their innumerable divine derivations and aspects.  Each god when at rest, is BRAHMAN the beginningless Self.

I have worked a lot with Siva – now Vishnu comes on the scene.  What will happen?

Vishnu is the prototype of Krishna and of Buddha.   Vishnu is Sustainer of the Dharma, or Laws of Creation.   In the Sacred India Tarot, Vishnu is the Magician, and he is the progenitor of Creator-Brahma, card 4.   There is a wavy snake all up his spine, to a quintuple cobra hood.  In my post The Chakras Part 3 – the Star in the Field, I reflect on Vishnu, Lord of the Chakras … and on J.Krishnamurti’s “process”.   He was initially, a vessel for this Archetype.

And?   I travel again, the foothills.   With Badrinath, Kedarnath, Gangotri, the great blade of the Himalaya comes. Each wild mountain peak outlines a voice of Vishnu, Siva, Brahma or the Blessed Goddess.

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Old map of gangotri and the Badrinath watershed, with Nanda Devi sanctuary bottom right hand corner.  Kedarnath is not shown, but I guess it is further to the west, down the Gangotri river.

Old map of Gangotri (top left) and the Badrinath watershed, drained by the Alaknanda River, with Nanda Devi’s sanctum bottom right hand corner. Kedarnath is not shown, but I guess it is further to the west, down the Gangotri river.

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Here is a page from “Nanda Devi” by Eric Shipton:

“From earliest Vedic records, the geography of the mountainous regions sheltering the Ganges was well known.  When men still worshipped the elements, a region which saw the birth of great rivers and greater storms was naturally regarded with awe … hill and valley, peak and waterfall, came to be associated with particular gods and embellished by stories of their lives. … Brahma, Siva and Vishnu assumed the form of mountains.  When Brahma desired to create the earth, he began by assuming the visible form of Vishnu, the whole universe being covered with water on which floated that god, resting on a bed supported by a serpent.  From his navel sprang a lotus from which issued Brahma;  from his ears issued two Daityas … (the Dravidian and the Aryan root races) … who attacked Brahma;  and Vishnu and Brahma fought with them for five thousand years until Vishnu finally killed them and from their marrows made the world. 

“Vishnu then assumed the form of a tortoise and raised the earth out of the water and asked Brahma to create all that the world was of earth, sky and heaven;  divided the earth into nine parts and created wind and sound and time;  past, present and future;  work, desire and anger … Siva was created as the third of the great trinity, Brahma creator, Vishnu preserver and Siva destroyer.

“… When the earth asked ‘Why do you come in the form of mountains and not in your own form?’, Vishnu answered: ‘The pleasure that exists in mountains is greater than that of animate beings, for they feel no cold, nor pain, nor anger, nor fear, nor pleasure.  We three gods as mountains will reside in earth for the benefit of mankind.’

“Thus Himalchal, the Snow Mountains, were invested with sanctity, but the holy of holies is Mount Kailas in Tibet, and the sources of the Ganges and the mountains which surround it, and here are the ancient temples of Badrinath, Kedarnath and Gangotri.  They are all reached by roads having a common origin at Hardwar (Rishikesh), another holy city which marks the place where the Ganges debouches from the hills onto the plains.  The three temples are within a circle of twenty miles radius, but between each rises a twenty thousand foot ridge of snow and ice;  and to pass from one to the other, pilgrims must retrace their steps for more than 100 miles, so to outflank that great barrier. 

“Kedarnath was particularly associated with the worship of Siva … 

Old photo of Gaumakh the Cow's mouth - infant Ganges river emerges from Gangotri glacier ice

Old photo of Gaumakh the Cow’s mouth – infant Ganges river emerges from Gangotri glacier ice

“Close to Kedarnath on the north, but reached by a different road, is Gaumakh, the Cow’s Mouth … the snout of the Gangotri glacier, 15 very rough miles above the Temple, and (although visited only by a very few) the sacred source – or rather the most sacred, for there are others – of Mother Ganges.  Apparently when the world was young and man was in a state of innocence, the Ganges rose at Benares, so that it was an easy matter for believers to visit it.  As earth increased in years and wickedness, the source retreated successively to Hardwar, Barahat and now to Gaumakh, whither the long and arduous pilgrimage may atone in some measure for the sins of a more vicious age.”

from Nanda Devi by Eric Shipton, 1934

Old map of Badrinath and Nanda Devi mountain sanctuary

Old map of Badrinath and Nanda Devi mountain sanctuary

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Lovely to get this authentic feeling of VISHNU, the Sustainer of the Dharma.   The naval chakra is the seat of creative imagination/sexual reservoir.   Vishnu the god is coloured deep, dark blue by his worshippers, like his avatar, Krishna.   Snake shimmies up the tree – the Snake with woman, Eve, is behind her back.  Snakes twine the staff of Aesclepius – the winged healing polarities.

Vishnu appears as my 1987 drawing called “Music making Touch” in janeadamsart – in Beginning Something.    Umbilicus connects the New Life to the old maternal one, while still in dream form and “underwater”.   When the chord is cut, the New Life wakes up and takes responsibility, breathing AIR – breathing out first a cry, then SPEECH.

So that has something to do with the cutting of the Granthis at naval, heart and third-eye chakras – cutting the ties that bind, and which prevented speech.   The ties are coils of fantasy.  When they are cut, the New Life moves, walks, speaks – like baby Buddha:  the potential to raise humanity another notch.

Sacred India Tarot, birth of Buddha - copyright Yogi Impressions books, 2011

Sacred India Tarot, birth of Buddha – copyright Yogi Impressions books, 2011

I dreamt I wrote to my old Karmic nemesis and got a long letter back at once, which he read aloud to me over the phone.  It wasn’t his voice, and it wasn’t his style, though it was typed.   It was totally and releasingly UNLIKE him.  His manner was conciliatory and conversational. He pointed out my need to spell out everything rather fully, ha ha.   At the end, he said he’d better stop, or he will start to want to kiss JA, heaven forbid.
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2.” Crossing the Event Horizon”  …
N.Haramein demonstrates solar system spiral momentum - photo from TV

N.Haramein demonstrates solar system spiral momentum – photo from TV

From Journal – 12 April 2013

I finished watching that exhausting fellow Nassim Haramein and his Event Horizon, and gave the four cds back to Actaeon.

The material – the root tetrahedron, and the insights concerning time, space and galactic black vortices –  is wonderful.  Nassim watches his own process of discovery, joins up the dots, verifies and takes it into the Tree of Life, Four Worlds, Tetragrammaton … but not Jacob’s Ladder or the Cube of Space.  Those are further mountains in the same landscape.

He concludes that this ancient technology from the Pyramids, may revolutionize and enormously advance our own, and our communications with those outside Earth.  However, he does not mention the profound psychological shift which it really entails:  the kindness, kindred – the human natural state, when fully awake with these platonic forms.  This and this alone, is real, evolutionary science.   Other scientific attitudes and platitudes are concerned with MeHumanRaceFirst – i.e. exploiting the cosmic environment to our own local needs.  They are in the playpen.

I took lots more photos off the TV and prettied them up on the Mac.   I hope the guy has not gone glamour glitz by now.   I did not enjoy watching or listening to him – he is rather intense, and I don’t like lectures –  but I do relish his tetrahedral discoveries.  He is having a hard time with the establishment which calls him a charlatan.

Here are some of the images I caught.  I strongly recommend this video sequence if you are interested.  It is called “Crossing the Event Horizon” and the film was made in 2008.  (For more information, search also The Resonance Project.)   It highlights the cosmic fractal proportion – a kind of Golden Mean, verifiable in all phenomena:  a unified field theory.

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3. Tetrahedrons and Kepler’s Harmonice Mundi

The Tetrahedrons are beautiful.  They re-imprint the cosmic verity in my soul.

Now it is time to stop being lazy, and to draw new ones – understand what he’s done, from within –  take them into my bloodstream and help clear my psychological loops of life’s “A-Maze”.

One fine day, towards the end of the 15th century, the young Johannes Kepler – astronomer and student of Pythagoras – while teaching a secondary-school math class, had his eureka moment.  He drew on the blackboard, a triangle with a circle around its points;  and suddenly he SAW.  He received his entire life’s work to come.  The class was abandoned to games of flip-the-rubber as its tutor voyaged into cosmic rapture.  The ancient Circle or Sphere – (as he later qualified) symbolises for us, a timeless constant.  It embraces every fluctuation or wobble.  The Circle as the feminine, or ovary, receives and nurtures the masculine seed or YOD:  the male triad form.

Kepler's tetrahedron

The platonic tetrahedron – his first breakthrough – would later be inserted (by Kepler) between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter.  These planets stand for Gevurah and Hesed in the Soul triad of the Tree.   Between the three-dimensioned orbits of each pair of planets, envisioned as a sphere, Kepler inserted one of the five Platonic Solids, and created his solar system Chalice – the sizes and proportions an almost perfect fit.

I cannot find online, any mention of Saturn’s orbital volume, square mileage or “cube” – the actual area of Saturn’s orbit around the Sun.  Interestingly, Kepler – regarding the Solar System not as a disk but as an egg shape – inserted the platonic Cube between the orbits of Saturn and Jupiter.

Saturn is the boundary within which Kepler worked.  It ruled his birth-sign Capricorn.  I think Saturn’s orbital diameter through the Sun averages almost two billion miles:  its period is 29 and a half years.  We cannot conceive his mathematical reconciliation of orbital velocities, periods and ellipses, along with the snake-like motion through the galaxy,  of the Solar System itself.  Kepler knew that in our terms the measurement is never exact.  But his approximations were enough to draw forth the resonance:  and for this the Solar System’s elliptic orbits (rather than perfect circles) worked in his favour.   Similarly, we re-construct the miraculous Sri Chakra Yantra template with a little tweaking and pulling of strings.

In his later work, the Harmonice Mundi, Kepler’s soul Law strove to correct flaws.  He flew in imagination the depth, breadth and height of the Solar System in an epic search for the ultimate Key.  The wider view revealed to him, within musical ratios of Period (squared) to Distance (cubed) between any pair of planetary orbits, precise intervals in the scale, the Song of God.  And the heavens opened up to his inner ear ! and he still waits to be truly heard.

Kepler rose and almond flower

“My solar system is a Great Rose. 
Her planetary waves stand out from centre. 
A silver drinking chalice evolved to one of gold. 
Petals of polyphony, musical chords, dance through interwoven orbits or waves, 
integrating the binary ellipse with the divine Sphere. 

“There is no need for martyrdom, or to crucify my Rose. 
I ask you only to hear, and in that hearing moment live: 
for the ear opens softly shells of the Rose, 
the life of my Sol from the Sea.

“The sea is hearing:  from petalled shells 
planets and angels form pictures. 
Enter the heart of silence, depth of the sea, the maker of stars, marrow of earth 
which for ever is timeless, and not ‘history’.”

JA  1992

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Doodle 1.  I don't know where I am going with this.    I don't know how it generates an octohedron also.   Better to start with simple outlines.

Doodle 1. I don’t know where I am going with this. I don’t know how it generates an octohedron also. Better to start with simple outlines.  23.4.13

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doodle 2 - tetrahedron octohedron sequence - copied from Jiva Carter.  This is more like it ...

doodle 2 – tetrahedron octohedron sequence – copied from Jiva Carter. This is more like it … 24.4.13

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doodle 3 - generation of octohedrans through Cube.

doodle 3 – generation of tetrahedrons & octohedrans through Cube  24.4.13

There, that is a start.  I learn quite a lot by trying to copy this freehand.   A pair of tetrahedrons (a 3 becoming 4) form a cube.  The six sides and 8 corner points of the cube generate the Octohedron with its 8 faces.  When my inner eye starts to breed and brood these forms, and try to understand them, my mood distils and becomes sattvic.  They are the harmonies of the soul.

parent tetrahedrons (Yod, Heh) and their child (Vav), the cube of space.  (Second Heh) generates a new Family and its proliferating forms, from the centre point again.

Tetragrammaton – parent tetrahedrons (Yod, Heh) and their child (Vav), the cube of space. (Second Heh) generates a new Family and its proliferating forms, from the centre point again.

At the same time, I hear within – from the Himalaya range as from Mount Sinai:   Brahman … Brahma, Vishnu Siva – the Triangle or trinity within the One – YOD HEH VAV HEH.

And I hear “Nanda Devi”: her high mountain sanctuary – Shekhinah, veil or bride.   The mantras are awake.

Nanda Devi from Rishi Ganga gorge

Nanda Devi from Rishi Ganga gorge

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4. The Pillar of Fire and of Cloud

Now a word concerning Technology.   We have an utterly primitive totem-pole attitude to this.  As Nassim Haramein demonstrates, genuine Technology has always been in the hands of hidden adepts.  Thus, the Arc of the Covenant was and is a living force field.  The unified field theory is no theory but a tetrahedral form:  Tetragrammaton – the consonants of the Name.

When the burning bush spoke, Moses had a speech defect.  He could not pronounce consonants easily.  Hashem gave him therefore another Name to teach to Israel:  consisting only of vowels, he would have no trouble in speaking it.  The Name shining through J H V H without impediment, is A H I H … Ahieh Asher Ahieh, I am that I am.

Sacred science does not only describe nature.  It charges it, reciprocally.  Stones for the pyramids and for Stonehenge were transported by a concerted “wave” technique – a rhythmic prana “cushion”, capable to influence their relative weight.   The Staff of Life – whose symbol comes down to us as the winged Caduceus – embodied the ida and pingala nadis which entwine the spine.  Such was Moses’ initiation with the serpent power, the rod, and the water from the rock.

Over the Great Magnetic Tabernacle which the children of Israel carried through the Red Sea, there shone a vortex of fire and of cloud.  It is written as a pillar.  It parted the Red Sea by spiral torque motion around itself/gravity, exposing for a moment of passage, the sea-bed sands.  It travelled over the Sinai desert, as the tribes matured through two generations, and led them.

The Tabernacle was a little galactic whirlpool – like our solar system in its path around the Milky Way.  Adapted to earth’s magnetic field, it curved gravity, space and time around the holy of holies – a core or nucleus.

The Tabernacle was an energy condenser of the Tetragrammaton – the primordial cycles of J H V H.   In this form, they were accelerated:  thus the atmospheric disturbances, plagues and quickening of human potential.

In the 21st century CE, the Hadron collider copies the principle in a primitive way.   It enormously speeds up and smashes atoms.   But the Tabernacle carried the fusion, not the fission.   It tinctured humanity’s cosmic psyche.  It rested, or it generated atmospheric unrest and Wisdom.  In the Old Testament it is written of in code as an angry Lord.  Indeed it was frightening when misunderstood, and it was revered.  Moses alone could handle the mosaic.   Nature – the Shekhinah – back-lashes when she is mishandled.

Solomon’s Temple of Wisdom built strong outer shields – equivalent to the leaden walls which contain a core reactor’s radiation.   In this element, the Staff of Life is a system of voltages, stepped down to make them accessible.

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Tarot key 7 - The Chariot, showing sigils & insignia.  Enclosure:  stepping down the voltage of the Magician

Tarot key 7 – The Chariot, showing sigils & insignia. A symbol of Enclosure: this Key is a transformer.  It steps down the higher voltage of the Magician, key 1.  Note wheels of Ezekiel, with eyes, and the winged caduceus.  The Chariot moves in four directions simultaneously, and is at the same time still.

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5. Technology

The higher technology is handled by esoteric schools and enlightened priests.   So far, down through history, the priesthoods initially inherited the Knowledge – its pure transmission –  then succumbed to power, corruption, ignorance and child abuse.   Nowadays, the priestly authority is questioned generally, and is self-examined;  which is some advance.

The technology is “invisible”.  It can be discovered through Self enquiry.  Everything, dark or light, which flowers and prevails within ourselves today and every day, has its seed in the present Kalpa – what the scientists call the big bang.   The Kalpa is one of an innumerable series, whose compass “only a Buddha can see, as revealed by another Buddha.

The Kalpa series – the in and out breaths of the Source – is not linear.  It is more like a dandelion clock:  the pulse of all presences, all times.  The seed is unbroken.  When an electro-magnetic field in particles and sub particles is broken apart, the bomb explodes with a tiny fraction of a lightning flash discharge, or distant supernova, or … consciousness Itself.   Consciousness is the unbroken dandelion seed in everything;  and no amount of tearing apart can isolate it.

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The seed of hope

In the Godcosm are macrocosm and microcosm enfolded.

Technology in the hands and hearts of builders of the adytum, the school of the soul, the rosicrucean manifesto, raises the level of conscience and of cosmic participation.   It takes years, decades, generations, lifetimes.  It moves quietly through a ground of enormous resistance.  Its presence is a lubricant.  It shifts the gears of surface history just sufficiently, at crisis points.   An effective School travels light, without undue property, bureacracy or baggage.  It is not recognised in the public domain.   INTEGRITY’s organisation is minimal, and transparent.  A healthy body works hard, but the functions do not labour.   Each member of such a School is an oak inside the acorn: a nut inside a shell inside a nut: an ever expanding Tetrahedron series within the Circle-inscribed-Triangle J H V (H).  The individual as a conventional cult, dissolves into Individuation.

Whitecoat technology crows and coos at the toys in its crib.  Sophisticated electronic and cyberspace advances, games with DNA, war and genetic engineering – can copy basic automatic mechanisms of Mind.  The tools are indeed brilliant and helpful, but they do not generate health or true creativity.   For every dis-ease suppressed, another one pops up.  In the art world, it has become so easy to generate images, that we atrophy the use of our hands, and of the time and space of our being:  the organic way we truly see and grow.

A very few scientists (so called) access the dimension which is Conscious:  the inner tuition that every grain of the cosmos is a product of thought.  They approach, by acknowledging that in quantum theory, the investigating persona influences the result or feedback parameter.   Scientific method and verification is limited to the human creature’s perspective.   Without the conscience of our true cosmic role, we are indeed starved of its abundance, driven from the Garden, enslaved to economic perversions, and battling with a despoiled environment.  True Science – conscience –  begins when the pineal faculty – known as the third eye – opens.  The third eye opens wherever competition as a driven factor, is outgrown.   We are not fishes eating smaller fishes. We are “fishers of men” – of our humanity:  the crucial learning curve just now !

“We come not to the charm of your personality, but to the focus of your mind.”

The third eye opens where the Buddha nature – the All One – is revealed in its inescapable diversity.   The third eye opens with compassion, participation in the electro magnetic field as a whole.   The third eye is tight closed wherever the academics acclaim yet another theory or adaptation “to benefit the public”.

Buddha Chenrezig

Buddha Chenrezig

The third eye is a cosmic citizen.  It may open at any moment in any one of us:  but do we notice what we see? – (cf Sherlock Holmes !)  Practically speaking, the long training to notice what we see,  cannot be side-stepped.   The third eye of  “spiritual consumers” – the seekers after tablespoons of bliss, or to cancel their problems  – does not open.   For them, it is a mirage which opens, and keeps them thirsty.

Sacred India Tarot Durga detail - Rahu asura

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6. The Red Sea Crossing and Covenant

In Exodus, the Angel of Death passed over each door where the third eye within was potentially open:  these “I”s of Israel and their offspring were chosen Keepers of the Covenant.   They carried the Covenant from Egypt, where it had begun to decay – to be forgotten and abused.   Pharaoh let them go, because of the plagues the Covenant brought down:   then sent his soldiers after them when he realised they – led by his adopted son Moses –  had removed the Covenant itself.

But the Covenant and its dirigibility bore a powerful magnetic field or rotation – centrifugal and centripetal.  It moved as a vortex of fire and of cloud.  The Children of Israel walked along the seabed as within the eye of a storm, or spiralling water funnel.

Nowadays, this crossing is depicted in a linear way:

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The Red Sea closed around their passing and drowned the pursuing soldiers. To that dynasty was left an empty shell and its ossifying altars.   The Covenant was carried to the Mountain, over a 40 year initiatory period:  two generations.

We are pondering not a toy, but the ineffable – the vast beyond mind’s local grasp.  The Cosmic Law awakens wonder:  tenderness among ourselves:  respect.   We bow before the Ruach when awakened, as grass to the wind.

The children of Israel under Moses, were delivered from slavery.  They slipped out under the bar.   They slipped the Covenant out, under the bar, and “spirited” it away.   Moses had the Knowledge.  He went up Sinai to meet J H V H, and returned twice with the signs and sigils of the Torah   On his second descent, they were engraved as letters, through stone.

Tarot is another transmitter of Tora – the Law.

Tarot Arcanum 10 - The Wheel

Tarot Arcanum 10 – The Wheel or ROTA

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BOTA Key 16

BOTA Key 16

Slavery is still our economic trap today.  This is due
to mishandling nature’s wealth and wisdom, so the
portions we have isolated for ourselves, are poverties.

On the Tree of Life, the triad-of-feeling, Yesod Hod Netzach circuit, where we plot and dream our lives, is our default state of slavery, or mortgage.   Hod-Netzach is the threshold of awakening – the Red Sea – which we cross, on our way to Sinai:  Tifareth.

On the Tree’s Queen Scale colouring, this crossing path is scarlet.   It carries the 17th letter PEH, which means the mouth and utterance: the House of God speaks.   PEH’s Tarot Key is 16, the Tower struck down by Lightning.   Awakening for many of us, is a lightning flash – a shattering incident – a revelation – a breaking of the chrysalis for the butterfly.

This Key’s vibration is scarlet – the speech of Mars.

Here is a paragraph from A Kabbalist Meditates on Time (17 July 2012):  “The Grand Cross in today’s heavens, is a potentially violent configuration in many views or frames;  yet in its essence is the intersection of T S Eliot’s “occupation for the Saint”.   It is for us, a portrait of time and of awakening.   In Exodus, the Children of Moses crossed the Red Sea from bondage to Mount Sinai, the promised land.   On the Tree of Life, this story is:  Yesod, the bondage or self-image.  Then Temperance, the probational path of honesty to Tifareth, the promised land.  

Key 14, Temperance, is coloured deep blue – in the Tree’s centre pillar. Across  Temperance, is Hod to Netzach, Key 16  – the path of Awakening (the Tarot’s Tower.)  

In the Tree’s Queen scale colours, this path is coloured red:  the path of Mars:  the Red Sea !”

Netzach Hod sketch, 22 april 13.  The crossing paths of Temperance (blue) and the Tower (red).  Yesod is the violet pool around the feet.  The path becomes indigo, as it flows into Malkuth.

Netzach Hod sketch, 22 april 13. The crossing paths (vertical and horizontal) of Temperance (blue) and the Tower (red). Yesod (personality) is the violet pool around the feet. The vertical path turns indigo, as it flows down into Malkuth.  Note: the rainbow and the Archangel’s robe of white light.   Copy from BOTA Key 14

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BOTA The Star, Key 17

BOTA The Star, Key 17

Key 16 the Tower is followed by Key, 17, the Star woman.  Here, the speech is scarlet and contained:  Thoth’s bird in the background tree.   The shell fell away … from the truth within.

On the Tree, the vertical path through the threshold, the path linking Yesod to Tifareth, is called “Probation” or Temperance (see above sketch).   It tests our honesty, each step of the way.  It leads us into knowledge and conversation with the Holy Guardian Angel within.   The guide and guardian of Self realisation is Archangel Michael or MAHAEL of the Sun.  In a later post, we might look at how the Archangelic names are breathed, to embody them.

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The symbolism of Exodus is dramatic, but ineffective if I just project it on my cinema screen.  So how should I walk with Exodus?   By attending to its content here and now;  my fear, my emotive slavery, my conditioned attitude to the world, my way of handling nature;  and where I am honest and where I tell lies.

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How does the Covenant of Life live and grow and lead the way, in my heart?  How does the seed which my parents’ convergence sowed, develop?

Be objective!  Watch the flow of water, and of light.  Watch the space.

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

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Solomon

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This piece for the spring equinox, on Solomon, complements my previous post about the Priestess, and the ongoing “Parvati themes” in janeadamsart.

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Photo by British Everest expedition 1922

Photo by British Everest expedition 1922 … 16,000 feet

Head Lama, Rongbuk Monastery, 1922

Head Lama, Rongbuk Monastery, 1922

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“Harbour the culture through chaos.  Conserve the culture through chaotic conditions.   The capacity to do so, is oasis.”  

I see Tibet behind Mount Everest, and also the shy bend of the River Torridge in North Devon, its swift mainstream, its quiet circling backwaters which observe.   I put a photo of it at the end of Parvati Waters Trees.

Solomon’s wisdom is in the mountains and sages of each place of time, as in the lilies of the field.  Before I discovered this aspect pattern in my birth chart, I had intuitively adopted the Seal of Solomon as my guiding Star and logos.

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My mandala:  something inherited:  a dedicated way.  My birth was painfully delayed (for my mother) until the moment when the Ascendent “earthed” a hexagonal concordance with the Nodes, Uranus opposite Venus, and the Part of Fortune.   Subjectively I was aware from earliest childhood, of beauty, and the microcosmic fact of Macrocosm.  The harmonic for me, is inescapable, and converges many old apprenticeships and skills.  It is transpersonal.  I view it objectively, and try to serve it well.

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So:  capacity to conserve a culture, creates oasis.

The medieval monks in Europe conserved the culture through chaotic conditions – war, pillage, waste.  They kept their prayer and their libraries going.  These too got pillaged, but always resurfaced and carried on, maybe a century later.   In Tibet, the Rongbuk monastery is back in business.  What the monasteries truly have, is eternal and indestructible.  The Eternal Life rebirths, in the covers of a book or a body-mind.

modern rongbuk monastery, tripadvisor.com

modern rongbuk monastery, tripadvisor.com …  that, above the cloud, is the summit!

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Perhaps I am an old illuminator of the manuscripts, sitting in a chilly stone library, like I so often sit in my chilly kitchen, tinkering along in the inward warmth, and rise stiff and cold.   Perhaps I receive the same cherishing that I gave to the old manuscripts and their lettering and their wisdom.   Perhaps I am tonsured, and even the Librarian:  the keys are in my belt, with my rosary.  The damp smell of old stone and vellum.   Scraping scratch of feathered pens.   Cold feet, always:  often, cold hands.  The Glory. Where am I?   Norway? France? North Germany?

kolbe rosary detail

kolbe rosary detail

In my soul rests a romantic residue of the monastic life, the gothic arch, the songs of prayer, male harmonies, brothers.  Were those happy lifetimes?  Fulfilled?  I know by hearsay that in monastic communities every individual petty misery is magnified.  I came into this birth with the warning:  “don’t be so selfish”.

Well, I suppose my feet are in sandals, and my robe is brown, and I love the Mountains which are the books of wisdom, eternally.  The Mountains erode the pages and stand as they are.  I know historyI know that the Knowledge returns from the flames of petty pyres and reoccupies the libraries, as fresh as a daisy.

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On DNA racial analysis – human groups:  lineage, Levite, the colours in the stitches of Africa …. Solomon sent ships down the Red Sea – sailors went on land – mixture of genes …  beautiful Ethiopians?   Many are of Jewish origin.  Solomon’s bride is dark and comely – as was Parvati, Siva’s bride.

My friend Sarah who looks so English and sensible, researched and discovered her ancient African gene ancestry:  her privilege to find and be this body, today’s result (in progress) of countless converging lines of history – a hinterland.

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Young bedouin - bin Ghabaisha, from photo by Thesiger

Young bedouin – bin Ghabaisha, from photo by Thesiger.  War and …

DNA is a physical web or template.  It sustains itself unceasingly, and does not change.   There is an interplay of physical and Karmic webs with the strands of the Spirit.  Slowly the soul merges with the Infantile in the womb – she may come from far away;  the earth root is tribal.  The soul has the flexibility of good and evil and selection.

Sarah notices distinct facial types of kindred spirit, as among musicians and singers:  their carriage or enthusiasm, their shared eccentricity.

(In “Prayer to the Moon” – (http://moma-fauna.blogspot.co.uk/: look for “Animist Blog Carnival: The Shape of Time & Other Things”) – I found a 1980s video of Carl Sagan demonstrating the extraordinary flexibility and precision of DNA models, “light years” inside the depths of the cell … )

I enjoyed trying to play some Bach yesterday, piano – Allemandes and Sarabandes from the French and English suites … spell them out slowly.  They are very beautiful.

Arcanum 9 hermit ... and peace

Arcanum 9 hermit … and peace

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Solomon Re-Membered

GEMATRIA is the “spelling”, letter by letter, of the Hebrew Alephbeis.   Each letter is a living spirit, a gesture, a hieroglyph of Hashem the holy One, for someone like myself, who can’t read Hebrew !  They each have numbers, which add up, expand and correspond universally.  Gematria, the science of numbers, is a gymnasium, extraordinarily profound.  It may tempt the monkey mind, a torrent of clever associations – a tasty Law of Correspondences.

But gematria, to live and build with, needs to be held for a long time on the tongue, and relished.

Hebrew for The Stars

The word Ha-KVKaBIM the Stars, is 103, the number of EBeN Ha-ADaM, Stone of Adam,

and of BoNAIM, the builders, masons (Essene word),

and of GNaN, to hedge about, protect, shield,

and of HVA Ha ELoHIM “He is God” ,

and of MaGeDVN, rendezvous, place of Armageddon or meeting,

and of MaGeNI, my shield.

These all have the mutual linking number 103, and are holy breaths.   The stars are the dust of Adam Qadmon.  They are strung together as desert sands, to build Sanctuary, and to fence the holy ground of God.  At  “armaggedon“,  place of meeting, rendezvous, they are my shield.

(Note that a similar word, Magid, means “inner teacher, enlightened spiritual guide.)

The miracle-bearing seed of the Royal House of David, is brought to Bethlehem the House of Bread.   The yeast is pounded down to rise:  meditation pounds it down.

“We must come to the Meggeden, and place of rendezvous.”   We must come to a holy place of meeting, with the Companions of the Light.   What is meditation but a repeated thought?  How simple it is.   Any thought, repeated enough, will solidify and manifest.   Sustained reflection on “what is true?” produces what appear to be miracles, and helps difficult relationships to unravel and deliver, in any plane of being, or history.

“Rendez-vous” means “Render yourself.”   This same root is Surrender:  to the indwelling Shekhinah, the Daughter of the Seven –  indeed the Daughter of Jerusalem who is dark and comely.   He makes an appointment with Her.  He seeks Her out, and to her faithful lover, Shekhinah unveils.” (Paul Foster Case)

It is the Song of Songs!

So I get to work.

The Occult doctrine is:  The Stone of Adam is the union of the Father Hokhmah with Tifareth the Son – a great Star surrounded by seven smaller stars.

Arcanum 17, Star

Arcanum 17, Star

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The Bonaim, builders, share the secret doctrine, as did the Essenes.  The Builders of the Adytum disagree with Essenic celibacy, but concur with the Rosicrucean Manifesto that “our building, although one hundred thousand people had very nearly seen it, shall forever remain untouched, undestroyed and hidden in the wicked world.”

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Paul Foster Case

Paul Foster Case

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The pure teaching and practice of the Ageless Wisdom is not designed to be popular or to attract large numbers.  It is targeted.  It is the Adytum or Sanctuary in the third eye.  Paul Foster Case wrote, “In an unenlightened man it is in the same condition as the Temple at the time of David.  The materials are gathered, but cannot be erected into a temple by David, the warrior and man of blood.  They must wait for Solomon, whose name (Shalom) signifies “peaceful”.”

Then the Psalmist – his entire emotional spectrum in the Songs –  was the Shield for Solomon’s Song and Seal within.  Magendovid means “Shield of David” – for the Star itself is Solomon’s Seal.  David is “the Beloved”.  In modern Israel, the Temple – except in some communities, and in vistas far transcending politics – is relatively dormant.  The magendovid became a secular flag.  But the Covenant is in the air we breathe.

“Solomon comes down to us largely as allegoryHis name is the rising Sun:  SOL OM ON – Latin, Sanskrit, Egytian.  Each syllable and the triad which combines them, symbolises Tifareth.”

 (Paul Foster Case)

Solomon's Cube, Emblem 6

Solomon’s Cube, Emblem 6

The Covenant, the Shekhinah, is placed in a Cubical room.  This is the flower at the heart of the Cube of Space, extending toutes directions:  JHVH and the weathercock.  Here and now, it awakens.   When the i-habit drops into the deep, the Covenant arises;  words or phrases trickle through the silence one by one.   This is the goal of spiritual exercise:  to grasp the Staff of peace.   The Staff is the Key to all history, and is common to each soul who finds it again.  The Staff is the collective cosmic Knowledge – Daat on the Tree of Life –  when Solomon’s Seal with the Cube it forms, AWAKES.   Where else can it awake, but here?

BOTA cube, star, weathercock

BOTA cube, star, weathercock

Before the Cube of Solomon awakes, tools to build the Temple lie on the ground waiting for instruction.  Their fascinating flat shapes in theory were and are seized and discussed by the learned of all cultures …  like the story of the Elephant and the Blind Orthodox Scholars … like  fragments of a mirror to put in a museum.

elephant story

But inside the invisible Elephant, a sage and student stroll towards sunrise … the interior light and conversation common to All:  the heart.

solis luna conjunctio

Isis gathered the scattered pieces of Osiris, to conceive from him their child Horus.  When the Seal of Solomon is re-membered, in a twinkling it catches fire and VOLUME, a burning bush in the heart:  eternal Life.  Then I know I am a little lens placed near the ground, for the Cosmic prayer of Natural State unceasing.   I am a raindrop.  I am given the moment shared, which hides the scholarly centuries.

Before it strikes, I don’t know what or where it is.  When it strikes, it is unsought, innocent and entire.  Sacred geometry enkindles it.   The magendovid protects and kindles my desire to let it pass on through my transparency.  When this movement sings in the temple of the soul, I am stepped beyond the petty reasonings, petitions or words of the world.  Here is source, like the language in the church roof in The Knight.   I, the smudgy creature on the floor, pick up the correlation and scribe it.  Scribing, as in monastic lifetimes, holds my attention here in sanctuary.

Nothing in all the world is as repetitive as the Ageless Wisdom in the blood:  the pulse.  The drum of the rain.

So many temple cloths and churches get torn down, to disclose again the Adored ADONAI, KABOD the Glory.

Whatever may happen for secular Israel, the beauty of its hidden communities flowering over rock, salt and sky, extends far and near, like sturdy ground-climbers, and will survive and prevail as the human core:  peace.  At the root of all Israel’s thought is SOLOMON, Shalom, the peace:  keep the peace, even through concrete walls.   In this broad picture, the secular combat is a house of cards – a delusion.  It rose and fell many times in the old and new testaments.

“The truth is:  war will not work.  The peace is not with the politicians, but in the heart of the people.  The peace is in the young of both sides, who are tired of the war.”   

I feel and smell the sweet wind, the milk and honey.   The delusion and mutual enemies are a curtain to go right through, to collapse:  it is but a second in the pause of God.   We Judaeans, Levites, Arabians, Kurds, Chaldeans and Yemenites are a people of Allah, a city of JHVH, and as the everyday mindset, mostly we forget this;  and when we forget, we suffer and are tense with an enemy around us, or busy/superstitious with our golden calves.

An ancient habitation of my soul has roots in the silver sand no wind removes – the tablets of the Mountain.  Back in 1971, travelling a tiny corner of the Sahara, I saw the Book of the Ages:  no human fancy, chemistry or invention is other than the strata of those rocks and dunes, and the faces and histories the wind draws.  I saw where ‘I’ begin, between grains of sand numberless as those of Ganges in the Buddha nature.

I would not have this understanding, had not my soul been Jewish, many, many times …  as well as being a scribe in Christendom, strange yet integral descendent of Judah:  the Word is love.   As a keeper of the Book, keep practicing.   Hold the flame, keep it burning.   It gathers its own.   ‘Gathertegen’ was my imaginary childhood city of God, where all the best toyshops were.   It is in the gentlest of the breath, the rising falling tide…  the immense horizon of the view.

When Moses came down the Mountain … when Yeshua went up the hill to pray …   In Moses the Holy One struck a match aflame and spoke:  “I AM THAT I AM – go and tell them that.”  In Yeshua the YOD is Father, his source:  for give.

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Each morning when I write, I go up the hill to pray, not remembering why, until I am here.  The spark is Netzach, the friction of life.   In a motor, this generates the engine.   Netzach is Nature, the Tree of Life’s power base.   The friction of lightning and rain in Earth’s aeons, generated life.  The friction of male and female re-kindles the soul, a lamp in the womb for the soul.

Hebrew for shema israel

SheMH ISRAEL

A very old man sings this, his movement of ancient joy and sorrow down the generations, eternally young.  It rocks his cradle and tefillin.  He told me that after his son was born, he ran naked into the salty sea to release his tribute to Shekhinah.

Egyptian AmunRa brought forth the cosmos from his penis, self pleasuring, God to behold God.   Which of the Schools dare to tell us, that God’s condition is joy?  Genesis is joy?  The tsim-tsum is joy?   Erotic, cosmic joy?   It is too intimate to be “believed in” !   (Messiaen’s music, sometimes:  Turangalila 4th mvt, and Turangalila 5th mvt, Joie du Sang des Etoiles.  Just try dancing out the cobwebs to this! /and see the Picasso drawing on the second one./ And if possible, get hold of Andre Previn’s 1978 recording of Turangalila.)

Every atom of the universe is joy.   This is our seed, our being.   Look at the vast numbers of ways this is misconstrued, abused, misinterpreted – such drab fantasies about virgins in paradise.

The propaganda develops when the fact of joy is forgotten:  when local intellect usurps and obscures the fact, it gradually fashions a sitting duck for its own invention – the self-destruct.

Yet everything both light and dark, is a version of God unto God.  What dogma closes and confines?  What opens, heals and liberates?

Arcana 6 Lovers - Version 2

Arcana 15 devil

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If I lived the devil backwards, I see the point again.   This is what Arcanum 15 reveals and teaches:  dissolving the cramped effigy on his throne, into 6, the Lovers at Tifareth who give each other space and time.

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Star Cross & Crescent

Star Cross & Crescent

Star, Cross and Crescent … let there be peace.

Peace and let there be peace to all beings, is a dry formula only, rattling on the sand, until stirred with the Water of Life – Yeshua turned away from the rabble and drew in the sand –  a reality of joy, a reality of Sangha.   This Sanskrit word for “Companions” is the same as the French for blood – Sang-Real:  the Grail, the bloodline, the carrier of the Sun:  SOL.

The Holy Grail is not a Cup or category.  The Holy Grail is a transmission, the bloodline, the Family of God, the JHVH.  It has no end;  and we see within, our Self.

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Rudra Immerses

The myths of Siva-Rudra’s linga, thrust into the Water of Life, were sustained by yoga.  The moments of human ecstasy, eros and Light are brief in the daisy chain. The stems of the daisy chain are interwoven.  So we find out how to concentrate that continuity, the seed in the vessel.  Oak in the acorn.  The deep human learning curve is to forsake a “selfish” sexuality, to convert erotic feeling by metanoia, to the common good.   Tantra and alchemy have the practice, and it is the language all mystics use.   Some versions are celibate, but this is not mandatory.

ida craddock sketch

ida craddock sketch

The mandate is a  spiritualized, subtle, sustainable sexuality:  a Sivaic perpetuity before the peak as it were.   Through this medium, transmission flows.   It is similar to the radiation from rocks and flowers, human to human, star to star.   Ida Craddock taught it to Victorians, and was hounded to her death by outraged male chimney-pots and the church.  They were scared of having their black holes in petticoats taken away from them.  The Pulpit thundered.

Sexual honesty is a human Achilles heel:  the preference is fantasy, guilt, romance, fast in-and-out, and domination.   Sexual-spiritual Odyssey is likely to explore any one, or some of these completely, towards the light.

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sunmoon seal of solomon

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Then I remembered and found this bit of Solomons Song …
verses by Alan Jacobs and JA, June 1995

“For dark am I, and ardent,
singed and seared by scorching sun
to taste the vine.”

“Our house has beams of cedar,
our bed is green, your eyes are doves in flight.”

“As an apple among the wood,
do you stand out from youth,
I bask beneath your shade
and your fresh fruits are sweet as truth.”

“O that your left hand rest over my head,
your right hand in my heart!
Daughters of Jerusalem
awaken not Love, till He wills …
Hear His voice! how bounding over hills
my lover leaps
like stag or young gazelle,
gazing in through our lattice.”

“Scent of green fig,
oh dove, hidden in rocky clefts,
let me see and touch your face –
catch the little foxes that maraud the vine.”

“How fair you are, my darksome dear,
your eyes behind your veil are doves,
your raven locks are flocks of goats
descending Gilead in silken droves.”

“Your teeth are a herd of sheep just shorn,
come up from Jordan’s streams:
each with lambs is blessed, not one unborn,
your lips are scarlet thread that gleams.”

“Your cheeks are pairs of pomegranate
in a veil of wind swept fields,
your neck is King David’s tower of granite
hung with a thousand warriors’ shields.”

“Your two breasts as pair of soft young roes,
feed among lovely lilies white
till break of dawn with the rose
as shadows flee the light.
I will rise and reach the mountains of myrhh
and hills of golden frankincense.”

“Your lips sip sweet as honey comb,
the milk beneath my tongue,
your fragrant robe as fresh as foam,
a love-locked garden rose, my bride so young.”

“Sealed spring, a crystal fountain
cinnamon scent of orchard spice
streams down the sacred mountain,
aloes, henna, nard and saffron rice.”

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“I sleep, but heart and soul awaken
to my lover at the door: his voice to my plight
calls:  open my sister, beloved, by me be taken,
my head is wet with dew, my locks with drops of night.”

“My lover thrust through the door’s latch his hand,
my bowels were moved for him, so dear.
I rose to my beloved, to see him stand,
my fingers dripped sweet scent of myrrh.”

“I opened;  but how? he had turned and gone! 
What did he say? the soul within me failed. 
All night I sought him, till the dawn 
calling his name, grief struck, impaled.”

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“The watchmen found me, lost in the city
as they were going about;  they beat and bruised me.
Keepers of walls, they had no pity –
tore away my cloak, defiled and used me.”

“I charge you O daughters, if you find
him, tell
 him I am sick and faint with love.”

“As cedar of Lebanon, tall his frame,
 my bridegroom, beloved his name.”

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“Where did he go?
to his rose garden fled. 

I am his;  the beloved is mine. 
He browses in the lily bed.”

“In my nut garden standing still,
the golden Sun sinks into a silver Sea.”

“My love, like a wild stag
or young gazelle,

abounds on mountains of spices:
all is well.”

A.J. 1995

Arcana 6 lovers - Version 1

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

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New Sciences: 17th Century Dawn of Aquarius

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Point from in between - the centre is the corner edge of the cube of space

Point from in between – the centre is the corner edge of the cube of space

Here is a poem of turning point – circa 1600 AD – where Johannes Kepler’s intuition of gravity gave birth to Newtonian sciences:  the scientific method was a child of the Renaissance.  Some Kabbalists say this was the dawn of the Aquarian Age – through the Piscean Age’s declining ecclesiastic extravagance.

If each precessional Age passes its first quarter through the Karmic shadow of the receding one, our present time is truly a threshold.  An Aquarian response-ability (global and individual) must awaken from  penumbra, urgently.  Symbolically at this point, a pope grows old and infirm, and resigns.   It is an opportunity for real growth – poorer in material resources, richer in spiritual verities.

Kepler, who lived, worked, travelled and corresponded through the discordant violence of the Thirty Years War, was Pythagorean by nature.

There was far more to Isaac Newton than people knew.  He was an alchemist and seer. Most of his knowledge of the universal motions was discarded, in favour of a mechanistic clockwork science … which quantum physics later demolished.

Seeing only the surfaces is what keeps us asleep.   Those who – like Kepler and Newton – contemplate the space between trees and houses, between planetary orbits, musical notes and tones, between falling apple and the ground:  those who see from in between … their vision helps us to wake up, and keep awake.

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Johannes Kepler with planet platonic intervals - 1992

Johannes Kepler with planet platonic intervals – 1992

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Light years have super-charged to breaking point
the chrysalid for butterfly,
and cracked the fledgeling’s shell.

Within the vault of art,
light years capture boundless stars
for intimacy.

At first, they flew as birds,
inscribed within Divinity.
Later on, they died – chunks of orbiting rock
whose wings had flown away !

Measurement begins, but ends.
When the coffin smashed, the pelican of alchemy fled
to the strong child within her breast.

Lunation Cycle 1991

Lunation Cycle 1991

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On a watershed
straddling sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, stood
an astygmatic mystic named Johannes
to whose inner ear the heavens opened Harmonies.
Born in Germany’s black forest
under skies calamitous with dissonant drifts of Mars
in F-sharp Libra to attune,
this man played cupid to Pythagoras
with New Sciences.
Through his eczematic eyes
and ecstatic frenzied math, the spheres
entering one another, cross fertilise.

Then Isaac
Newton entered the frame
to wind the clock.

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Spirals, lifetimes, Jacobs Ladder 1992

Spirals, lifetimes, Jacobs Ladder 1992

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In Gothic art, the Masters’ eye
approximates our intimacy.
My nature incomplete,
receives and loves the universe.

Her urge to inscribe the hidden Whole Circle,
comes to the waters, kisses the lips
and forms ellipse.

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Binah 1990

Binah 1990

Divine mechanics are not mechanical – as Isaac knew.
The clock wound up, unwinds;
and all things uncoiling spiral, move.

Like albumen across the egg
our planets around the Sun’s gold yolk
– as He around a greater Wheel is thrown –
have formed ellipses, swept through equal arcs
with equal periods of the solar broom:
space as time.   Time as space ...

gravatar rose egg

With driven pulse,
Johannes like the Little Prince
and riding his mother’s witch stick
stood in the Sun’s fiery heart
to find this out.

This, Isaac knew,
standing on the shoulders of Johannes
to get the view.

Keplerpage 6  hourglass

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Keplerpage 7 broom

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In musical theory,
strings on a keyboard tuned to logical linear mode
un-neighbour one another.

In musicians’ art, our piano keys, triple strung,
are tuned by ear to the octave fore and aft,
and orbiting middle C.

In all philosophy, the triad’s centre string
evokes the Resonance above, below.
This also, Isaac knew.

Isaac’s clever followers
washed away his strong child at play
when they let the water out and blocked the well:
(the bottom of their bowling bucket broke.)

grace, 1956

grace, 1956

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The living Mystery in bodies whom Divinity inscribes,
embraces vast journeys of stars.

Within the unseen mover of things,
elliptic ovoid rings encircle the Sun
and time’s amber waves flow
across a Tree of Life:

“take, eat, this is my body.”

The Solar Egg curves above, below,
throughout our plane – a nest of spheres
whose harmony unseen, is heard.

Heaven’s children are not truly seen, but heard –
when they laughed,
when scientific quantum tripped
and stumbled over

druid stones
around the rose garden.

From The Masters’ Eye, 2004/5/9

Kepler's planetary Chalice

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Kepler's Platonic solids on the Tree of Life

Kepler’s Platonic solids on the Tree of Life

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And another poem – a true story of Kepler’s nemesis:

The Astronomer TYCHO de BRAHE

At table,
the fat Emperor of Egg O’Baldy twirls
handlebar moustache, rubs shining salve
on gold and silver nose
sliced by duelling impetuous youths,
and rules the salad with a rod of iron.

The glutton tyrant
held in his balls the vital measurements of Mars.
At the end he couldn’t even
piss them;  so he died.

From  The Masters’ Eye, 2004/5/9

Three Graces, after botticelli 1957

Three Graces, after botticelli 1957

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

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Yggdrasil – an Invocation

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Oak and Snow

From the Beatles’ generation, today I am 64 years young!  And the snow has come.  This beautiful oak stands in the field by my mother’s house in Somerset.

What is Yggdrasil, the World Tree?   A couple months back, when I first planned this post, Paul and I talked of it on the phone, and here are my initial jottings:

From Denmark (Norseland) and from across Europe came the disease which begins to afflict our ash trees.  I believe it may be partly due to indiscriminate shipping of different strains among soils which are not their nativity.  Cross fertilization is a law of Nature’s strength, as with pollen, but practiced in excess, it can lead to a local weakening of the natural immune system.  The balance of the nitrates and minerals in the ground is affected.

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Oak and beech: the old and the young

Oak and beech: the old and the young

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The ash is a symbolic tree.  The syllable prefixes Asherah, Ashtoreth, Astarte.

Ancient Canaanite texts and figurines suggest that Asherah was a hidden consort to JHVH – Yahweh.   In the Old Testament, the Book of Kings houses the Goddess in the temple of Yahweh, but otherwise all mention of her became edited out.

Here is the gist of some research by Stavrakopoulos and J.Edward Wright:  several Hebrew inscriptions mention JHVH and his Asherah.  “Based on these remaining traces … we can reconstruct Asherah’s role in the religions of the Southern Levant.  Asherah, an important deity in the Ancient Near East, was known for her might and nurturing qualities. She was also known by several other names, including Astarte and Istar. But in English translations Ashereh was translated as ‘sacred tree.'”

Read more: http://newsfeed.time.com/2011/03/22/fertility-goddess-asherah-was-gods-wife-edited-out-of-the-bible/#ixzz2Hwdy84D5

VIVITAR

The figure is androgenous.  She stands as the nurturing and birth giving feminine:  she stands as a votive wooden column, a phallic Tree god, the perishable human body, penitence, the purifying power of Ash, the cremation, the innate Fire in the tree.  In the masons’ Craft, she is even the Rough ASHlar – material to work on, to achieve perfection.   Master R has said, “Humanity is a Great Work as yet incomplete … Short sighted intellects cannot see the Plan and interpret the unfinished work as failure; but from beginning to end of a cycle, all is in whirling motion, and the source of all is the Primal Will-to-Good. God’s clock strikes every minute, as we said long ago, and  … it is still true that man’s clock scarce strikes perfect hours.

Master R sketch 03

And on revolution:  “The revolution is internal, before it shows any outer signs, and its pitiful counterfeits are not to be confused with it.  Nothing which exalts class consciousness is truly revolutionary, because the root of that lie, is the delusion of separateness.  You will never see the brotherhood of man in actual operation while you exclude any human being from it.”

And:  “The Great Work directs itself always toward the building of the Temple of Adonai.  In its early stages, there are needs which do not continue throughout the building process.  Yet men mistake the scaffolding for the building itself, and thus pay idolatrous reverence to old rules which have no longer any useful purpose.  Watch therefore, O ye who would rule as the Lord rules, lest you usurp the rights of the Lord!”

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generations: spring

generations: spring

When the Goddess is compromised or diseased, She may cut Herself back, to renew Her power.   She is unaltered, but She retreats from our sight and pleasure.

Observing the consequence of our adulteration of Earth’s mineral, vegetable and animal kingdoms, and depletion of the biosphere’s natural immunity, we may yet cultivate in our  Consciousness, the Yggdrasil, the World Tree.   As co-creators of a tangible Universe, all form is the result and blend of thought:  the mortar and pestle, the fragrant oil release.

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I feel we live in a tide which is drawn back:  a Yin retreat from our ignorant ravagings.  It is our wake up call.  Yet everything breathes in and out.  The seamless indrawn and exhaling tide returns tomorrow or in a hundred years, in forms we industriously speculate, but cannot conceive.  The Greater, Longer Thought transcends and encircles what we think we are.   We are but a form of bio-catalyst within the Consciousness as a whole.  We act out in miniature, a galactic quiver in the Solar System.   It accelerates things from the bed.  For us it is a question mark, not a conclusion.

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A note from last year, among the jottings:  “I have a situation here, which shapes itself in a delicate and unconventional way.  Wait by the pool for the knot to loosen.  Go dancing?  Become objective.  This is bliss: an absence of opera.   Discriminate the nectar.”

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carboniferous

carboniferous

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At the risk of repeating earlier posts, I return to AUTOPOEISIS.  The immune-shield shared by Earth, her biosphere, her magnetic field and her inhabitants, is an interwoven composite, like a nest of babuschka dolls.

babuschka and tao

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Human thought-forms have to some extent invaded and abraded the thought which Nature gave us.  We are forgetful, to say the least.   Yet disciplined thought is cosmic Consciousness.  Every single one of us has the capacity of our humanity as a whole, for a second, a moment or an hour, to affect the collective pattern.   Why not?  Are we, as instruments of life, that ineffectual?  Why wait for governments, societies and supermarkets to do it?   They are our lowest common denominator – the fate of most well meaning politicians.   Start here, with the elixir.   Begin here, from the inmost cave to irrigate the ground.  Gravity holds every atom of the Universe together, but a single graviton is an apparent non-entity.  We begin by loving our Self.   The Kingdom of the subtle body is largely unexplored.   Yet all it takes is recognition.

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Commercial acceleration and exchange of the vital principle over many different lands, weakens or compromises the local “immune-system base”.   Yet in the long term – Aquarius – it enriches our world immeasurably.  Deeper trends cross-fertilize through an extended cycle, and fructify.   In the short term, we suffer from vulnerability and a weakened immunity to disease and suspicion.   Our symptoms reflect our attitude.

What attitude?  The attitude, based on fear, is our belief in being separate, and therefore at risk.   It is but a writing on the wall;  there are innumerable ways to discover so.  Paradoxically, a strong immune shield ceases to believe in an imaginary enemy which divides us; while becoming sensitive to Nature’s actual boundaries:  what blends and mixes, and what doesn’t.   I suppose it comes back to the mortar and pestle again – the old alchemists, who grind, shift and mix.  After a while they see the stars in the ravens wing.

wood yantra

wood yantra

In the top of a baby’s head is a growing space for the bones.   It is called a Fontanel, or fountain.   Earth’s ozone shield, eroded like holes in a sock, is also a Fontanel, or tender place.   The additional cosmic rays it admits include those which are beautiful beyond our present chrysalis, and which many consider dangerous.   A similar event a little more than 2000 years ago, may have catalyzed the awakening of the Buddha:  the Tathagatha, the Timeless One.   During that historical period, other great Sages blossomed, including Yeshua son of Miriam.  Their conversation encircled the Earth.  The egg is warmed, and hatches the chick.  It is an open question!

squirreltree

squirreltree

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Now, Yggdrasil.

I understand the Tree Yggdrasil to be the holy Ash in Norseland, a sacred place of meeting:  root and shoot where earth and sky together are channeled.

The following extract is from Wikipedia:

Norns” (1832) from Die Helden und Götter des Nordens, oder das Buch der Sagen.

In the second stanza of the Poetic Edda poem Völuspá, the völva (a shamanic seeress) reciting the poem to the god Odin says that she remembers far back to “early times”, being raised by jötnar, recalls nine worlds and “nine wood-ogresses” (Old Norse nío ídiðiur), and when Yggdrasil was a seed (“glorious tree of good measure, under the ground”).[2] In stanza 19, the völva says:

An ash I know there stands,
Yggdrasill is its name,
a tall tree, showered
with shining loam.
From there come the dews
that drop in the valleys.
It stands for ever green over
Urðr’s well.[3]

In stanza 20, the völva says that from the lake under the tree come three “maidens deep in knowledge” named UrðrVerðandi, and Skuld. The maidens “incised the slip of wood,” “laid down laws” and “chose lives” for the children of mankind and the destinies (ørlǫg) of men.[4] In stanza 27, the völva details that she is aware that “Heimdallr‘s hearing is couched beneath the bright-nurtured holy tree.”[5] In stanza 45, Yggdrasil receives a final mention in the poem. The völva describes, as a part of the onset of Ragnarök, that Heimdallr blows Gjallarhorn, that Odin speaks with Mímir‘s head, and then:

Yggdrasill shivers,
the ash, as it stands.
The old tree groans,
and the giant slips free.[6]

This theme, linking hands around our Yggdrasil, will be “Aquariel’s” journey this year, which just begins.  There is much to discover.

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sun and snow

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Finally, here is an old man of the woods and sky

old tao sage

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Black Sheep, White Goat – What is True?

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Black Swans: Detail

Black Swans: Detail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Annika and Aslan sketch

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

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

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

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

Let it crack you open

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

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

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The still, small voice 
connects. 

If you look HERE 
you’ll find. 

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

You may not hear 
what touches you 

but HERE, my songs 
in your tree are lovebirds.

Poems of Eclipse 1999

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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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

Gaele Arnott

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The prime minister in the Daily Mail

Flooded Britain – the prime minister in the Daily Mail

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

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Ursa Major Solstice

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red horse & rainbow 2008

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

cosmic consciousness

cosmic consciousness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arunachala Self enquiry

Arunachala Self enquiry

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

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

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

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

With Dubi on a cornish beach - ja 2008

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

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

dervish

dervish

xmas card text - Version 2

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

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

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

Maha Maya time

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

with this on the other side:

Maya time reverse

… and in my kitchen there is this:

sphere compass crystal lamp

sphere compass crystal lamp

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

PaulDrops of Time on water

… from Paul.

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

O happy Day.

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

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