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

Posted on July 8, 2015 by janeadamsart

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

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

Below is my understanding:

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

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

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

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

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

Journal 6 September 2003

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

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

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

Journal, 7 September 2003

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

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

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

Trinosphia facsimile illustration in chapter 7

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

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

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

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

Le Comte, terracotta sketch, 2003

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

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

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

Trinosofia illustration chapter 7 – give way to the force

Journal, 8 September 2003

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sacred India Tarot – 7 of Staves

7 July 2015

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

Alchemy Tree of Life detail – LOWER FACE

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

The male triangle rises towards the two descending female ones.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Posted on May 5, 2015 by janeadamsart

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

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

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

tree of life for group work

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

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

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

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

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

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

enjoy-the-views-of-the avon valley steam railway

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

Young wheat

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

From The Golden Pleasure Book of Art by Fred Gettings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

VALE

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

Discoveries in Tarot and the Garden 2011, Day Three

Posted on April 27, 2015 by janeadamsart

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

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

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

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

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

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

madonna at table 1957

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

renaissance angel, 1957

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

There!

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

renaissance madonna, 1957

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

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

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

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

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

VALE

Discoveries in Tarot and the Garden 2011 – Part Two

Posted on April 22, 2015 by janeadamsart

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

22 May 2011 – Pentacle: Dark Pennies and Victory Falls

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

(Quotation from Paul Foster Case)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

VALE

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

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

Discoveries in Tarot and the Garden 2011 – part One

Posted on April 20, 2015 by janeadamsart

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

21 May 2011 – ON BIRTH, HEALING AND THE GARDEN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7 daughters of Eve, by Ulla Plougmand Turner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Illustration from Alchemy & Mysticism by A Roob

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

My daughter’s Tarot template is:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

looking into the tip

Before …

… and After

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

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

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

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

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

VALE

Quantock hill waters

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

B.O.T.A. Tarot Keys – Polish the Gem

Posted on March 2, 2015 by janeadamsart

Tarot is a visual and contemplative language: the 22 Tarot Keys/letters of the Hebrew alphabet are living, sacred numbers. Among various other meanings, the number 13 in Tarot spells the Hebrew noun EChD, Unity (1,7,4); and also AHBH, Love (1,5,2,5). On the long journey through life, the old concept of “me first” is slowly reduced through alchemy to “the chaos of the Radiant Darkness.”

What is this radiant darkness? Old alchemists called it the raven’s wing, in which they saw the constellations, as on a starling’s breast. For instance, when I “allow, accept and embrace” my shadows, I begin to fall apart. I perceive within them, the unfolding light.

I feel something of this transition and its effects as I am guided nowadays to ‘be more for others’ – which is physically tiring and time-consuming. The Great Work enters the world with commitment, confusion and love.

Alchemically, the new conception is Key 19 the Children of the Sun, whose neighbour on the Cube of Space is Key 13, Death. On the Cube of Space, Death holds the southwest corner edge between the Children of the Sun (south) and the Wheel of Fortune (west). Death (ruled by the scorpio force) suggests movement, transition, regeneration. Without the harvest, the death of the old, nothing new can grow.

For more on the Cube of Space, visit the Builders of the Adytum, http://www.bota.org

Each event is a point on the circumference of a sphere or wheel, continuous with all preceding and with all which follows. “All space is full of the presence of the One Thing” (Paul Foster Case). The universe in all dimensions, is a seamless robe – the One Thing’s holographic extension through the detail of time and space.

The sum of numbers 0 +1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10 is 55, which reduces to 1. The sum of 0 – 13 is 91, and the sum of 0 – 19 is 136: the digits, 91 and 136 reduce by addition, to 1. The series 1,4,7,10,13,16,19 are all numbers which reduce by theosophical addition, to 1. For this reason, they are called “Monad numbers”.

When you or I discover for ourselves that the power of the One Thing fills all time and space, the nightmare of personal separateness is destroyed and the world is changed. Change starts from the heart’s cave, and radiates onward with a subtle “domino” effect. The turning wheel (Key 10), the lightning flash of awakening (Key 16) and the reaper (Key 13) symbolise the One Thing in process: it moves.

Tarot keys 1, 4,7,10,13,16,19, are the MONAD. Then study the Magus, Tarot Key One. He isn’t “doing anything.” He concentrates, and at the same time receives. The intelligence of Transparency flows down through him into the garden: the roses, the lilies and tools on the table of life.

I got some flavour while writing of the ONE THING, of a feeling which is gentle, it is neither conventional nor much noticed by social radar.

The other day, I listened to my friend tell his disabled beloved, that the love and power of God is a dimension flowing through him to her, and into the struggle she has to face. All of it is worthwhile, in their life. The acceptance sets him apart from the mainstream. Each thing he does for her, takes care.

The inner truth permeates all things, and at the same time it is set apart, like a lily planted in a garden pot in a field.

In the Lovers, Tarot Key Six, each fact of life is illumined and discerned. The symbol is Hebrew letter ZAIN, the blade of a sword which “parts the waves”.

Unity is not soup. Unity is the unique nature of each phenomenon clear and distinct as the One. The One is all – the All-one. The seed to be fertile, is parted: it divides into two.

I am polishing life-given opportunities, which are gems. To polish each gem which life presents, is to serve the whole. Regard each phenomenon and feeling – including the blackness of the raven’s wing – in this way!

And … who is doing the polishing?

Listening

Posted on August 9, 2014 by janeadamsart

Words are the trivia of modern dead language as commerce, without number or resonance. The Word in poetry or in sacrament is hieroglyphic and alive.

The Word!

It is in and of the spine of my soul. In a Red Book footnote, I misread “the Anointed is supposed to return, but no longer in the flesh but in the spine.” Actually spirit, but I saw at first spine, because of the small print.

This is food for thought: be not of the flesh but in the spine! Here is the listening organ.

Then listen! For in the nerve threads, the coloured underground cables of my spine, flows Akasha, information. Isn’t that what Akasha the etheric element is? Akasha stores the divine memory of all that is and was and is to be. This is the domain of the High Priestess.

Tarot Key 2 – Builders of the Adytum deck – her planet is the Moon

I associate her also with “Earth-Receptive” in the I Ching – as in the Gene Keys (see link below.) Gene key 2 is my Yesod – my “sphere of attraction”.

It is good to reflect at length and organically here; where the powers of attraction and what is drawn into this field are determined.

The High Priestess sits quiet and still, but is a blossoming fountain of the Tree of Poemegranates, red-orange in the cool veil between pillars of Solomon. From her lap flows a leaping white river. Her womb is concealed by the Torah scroll she holds over it. The scroll unrolls a little, like a sea wave crest. In it is written all that was, is, and is to be: JHVH in the cross of Light she wears.

Tarot is an anagram of TORAH, the wisdom and the Law. In Tarot, each of the 22 Keys carries the Hebrew letter/number which is one ahead of it. This is because Tarot begins with Key 0, The Fool, whose letter is ALEPH, letter 1 in the alphabet.

Through the picture-writing, each flower contains the seed of the flower: the script to be.

The Priestess is Key 2, but her letter is GIMEL (3) whose symbol is the camel. The camel carries water across the Empty Quarter between the wells, and transports messages among humankind.

The mystery of Two contains this natural 3, the Letter of fertility. It births a playful child, the One.

Return to the One. Be here and now. Unity.

Letter GIMEL – wheatsheaf with man

The Priestess and the I Ching Two illumine each other in my Tree-of-life foundation. Her planet is the Moon, she receives and reflects the Sun. The Yin right through the hexagram is a well, receiving the One.

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

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Mysteries of Master R – Part 9: Trinosofia Serpent, Cup, Sword

Posted on March 2, 2014 by janeadamsart

Early sketch of Master R – 2002

My copy (below) of Figure IV from the original in the Most Holy Trinosofia took a couple of days. By drawing these figures, I come into relationship with them, and to understand their mystery. In the original’s low-res facsimile online, the outlines are blurred.

The Trinosofia text of Chapter Four is in the title bar, above. As I worked into the drawing, the coiled serpent, Cup and Sword in sheath came into focus. These are powerful symbols. Taking them into my inner life, they come to Life. I go over and over the colours until they are rich and strong together, and begin to speak.

The green snake coiled twelve times in the shape of a cone, suggests the Zodiac, and forms an altar. Actually it is twisted about a spear – I didn’t realise this till nearly the end; I thought the spear’s shaft was the snake’s dragon tail.

The cone-coiled Kundalini has been in my inner eye for some weeks now.

Trinosofia serpent coil, cup & sword. The Chaldean inscription reads: "Reverence this vessel of Everlastingness: offer freely of yourself a portion unto IA (Jahweh) and to the corner, in atonement

1 March 2014 – Trinosofia serpent coil, cup & sword. The Chaldean inscription reads: “Reverence this vessel of Everlastingness: offer freely of yourself a portion unto IA (Jahweh) and to the corner, in atonement.”

I had a problem also with the Cup, until I realised its base stands on the serpent, whose coil is the altar.

I wrote in my journal: “A musician who plays well, has to practice a lot. The prodigy is a quality of INTENSITY – of an intense commitment. The intensity is of a certain kind. It is where the intellect is transfigured through deep feeling … the point ( … seeking words for this!) – is always this moment sinking back into the root of the slow breath, a silent kindling, like a pyre. The wood glows and flows. The sacrament opens the back of my neck and shoulders: a living phoenix.”

phoenix copy from trinosofia

I associated the phoenix with Master R long before I found it in the Trinosofia. Since last October when I drew this bird, the archetype is powerful and transformative in my life.

A silent sage in his cave, reaches further into life than all the talking gurus. An individual reaching the subtle level, begins to dissolve. The point of dissolution, of dissolving, in Alchemy, is the white ash becoming the Bird. Its song has tremendous subtle energy and commitment: the translation of varied densities of life to an element that nourishes the human community. Today’s coiled serpent has red phoenix wings, half opened. It supports a Cup, next to a Blade – the sheathed Sword. Master R knew Indian Alchemy, and his Shakti-Siva archetypes – but he wasn’t telling. In his day, the serpent had rather a bad press, it was considered unregenerate. In our day, it is Yoga.

Manly P Hall’s comment is illumining: “The twelve coils of the snake are emblematic of the philosophic year and the spiral course of the sun through the Zodiacal constellations. In the preparation of the Wise Man’s Stone, the elements pass through twelve stages of augmentation. In each of these cycles, the power of the matter is intensified, a fact which is suggested by the increasing size of the serpent’s spirals. The figure is also reminiscent of what the sages termed the philosophic vortex – the natural form of the soul power in the human body.

facsimile of the original

“Beside this strange altar stands the jewelled sword. Faintly traceable upon its sheath are the ancient symbols of the eye, the heart and mouth – life in the heart, light in the eye, breath in the mouth. The life, the light and the breath are the sources of all things, and from their union in the cruciform symbol, the candidate must fashion the weapon for his protection against the elemental darkness. The cycle symbol must be overcome by wisdom. This is the “Sword of quick decision” by which the Oriental neophyte must cut low the snaky branches of the world banyan tree, the emblem of the self-replenishing cycles and the law of rebirth.

“The serpent is the spiral of evolution; the cup contains the shining Nirvanic sea into which the soul is finally merged; the sword is the illumined will – the same sword which solves the enigma of life’s Gordion knot by cutting it with a single stroke.”

Rosicrucean Emblem – In Thy Valorous Strength

In Master R’s interior journey – see Trinosofia Texts in the title bar and scroll down to Chapter 4 – the traveller walks through fire – the desire nature – which doesn’t burn him ; and strikes the bronze snake a resounding blow. The walls of the globe around him, fall away into space, and the traveller is lifted swiftly up through the demons of the underworld. He scatters them with the cruciform sword and bursts from Hades into the light of day.

Manly P Hall again, on the alchemical philosophy: “The circular space is a distilling vessel which stands in the midst of the furnace flame. The serpent represents elements within the retort, and the candidate portrays other elements which have the power to dissolve and corrode the serpent. The rising of the candidate upward through the walls of the globe here signifies the vapours which, ascending through the long neck of the distilling vessel, escape from the heated inferno below.”

In the elder Trinity the Cup is the woman, the Sword the man, and the snake is Life’s electro-magnetic current or force-field. In the Trinosofia’s Chapter 5, they will transpose to the Altar, Bird and Torch. See also my earlier post, The Yeast and the Grape.

Altar, bird, torch

On the Everlastingness
“The spirit of this time has condemned us to haste. You have no more futurity and no more past if you serve the spirit of this time. We need the life of eternity. We bear the future and the past in the depths. The future is old and the past is young. You serve the spirit of this time, and believe that you are able to escape the spirit of the depths. But the depths do not hesitate any longer, and will force you into the mysteries of Christ.”

Philemon and C.G.Jung – THE RED BOOK

Here is Violin Sonata No.2, by Master R in his Comte de St Germain persona, during a London visit (circa mid 1750s). The opening movement has a beautiful serenity.

May the Life, the Light and the Breath be in and of our work.

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

The Eternal Sparkle

Posted on November 28, 2013 by janeadamsart

The material for this post was written alongside “Sacred India Tarot Archive – Two of Swords” last week.

“ Rough patches”… ? in the shining road …

How I jog myself and others along over the tiny surface blisters – visible rough patches where a huge iceberg is concealed ! … in my mother’s voice. Humanity’s tormented burden. I feel out of touch also with my blog and with the companions there. But I was pleased with what I wrote last week – of Swords in Beriah as the Law, and their action in the lower worlds, as Karma.

Repeating this here: Doris Lessing a Universe: what vast universi people are! Their immense and unique frames of discourse and of life matter and of countries, politics, love-lives and vision – rub elbows – the daily stuff of washing up and caring for her elderly son who died three weeks ago. Death as always, brings an intimate contact in the subtle body: an appraisal: a silent knowledge. That soul now moves into the atoms everywhere. Prana. Prana is the conscious breath of life.

I am comprehending many things. Already I am getting solace. The dimensions spread out gently and make some order in my gravel bits. Life comes. The wind stirs the sad boat. Peace. I embrace someone or something I do not know.

In the Great Work of Alchemy, we speak of the Gluten of the Eagle. This is the transformation of raw sexuality into the vision of that bird. In Scorpio – as the autumnal seeds fall into the ground – we borrow strength from the Eagle. The “gluten” is Ojas!

(Venkatesananda’s definition of Ojas: “Vigour, spiritual energy, vitality: the spiritual force developed through the creative power of celibacy and Yoga Sadhana”) To me, this suggests the regulating of root (descend) and solar (ascend) energy; how they pass through each other, feminine and masculine.

akasha tejas tattva – sun (heart)

A similar idea is in this Akasha-Tejas symbol – the indigo oval is Saturn (Askasha), the scarlet triangle is Mars – the root and sexual chakras whose fertile equilibrium develops a key to the Sun, or interior gold.

The power of Ojas is stored in the brain, and it is charisma. It makes action and speech powerful. It can be turned to the good or to the bad.

Vivekananda wrote: “It is only a question of transformation. The same force which is working outside, as electricity or magnetism, will become changed into inner force: the same forces that are working as muscular energy will be changed into Ojas. The Yogis say that part of the human energy which is expressed as sex energy … when checked and controlled, easily becomes changed into Ojas … the Yogi pays particular attention to this lowest centre. He tries to take up all his sexual energy and convert it into Ojas.”

Sexual energy is a conversion tool or agent. It gives clarity, brightness and energy to the mind. What is mind? a shut-eye shawl of association, images and limitation: yet mind as a field, is a potential precision tool, or energy converter. The gluten of the Eagle – Scorpio – is a conversion from the creeping sting to the flying sovereign bird: the Serpent through the risen coil of Kundalini.

rahu 3 - with scorpio, mercury turns direct

Behind all alchemical practice and philosophy is the trans-gender POWER OF THE GENDER: the quintessential treasure of Life we carry in every atom – our human-ness – and which is ignorantly abused and despised – cast out into the street as smut.

I glimpse alchemical Gold behind and within the facade of persons. It isn’t limited to any particular person – the separating shield in this light, is a working fancy. It is of the unique yet universal currency wherein we have our being, our texture and concern. It is in all our cells: the gut, the blood, the secretions, the flesh. It is our sexual and parental origin: The original Face … outlines the silhouette with gold.

Yogis who haven’t quite got there yet, have said – or were misinterpreted to say – that the whole body with its coiled up organs and sacs and sweat and shit, is filth.

The realised one sees it quite differently.

On sexual continence: this occurs naturally when REALITY is valued. Sexual activity might resume, with a partner(s) for whom the sexual energy is transformation and a sacrament: a service.

When pondering such, the thought collects itself quiet and still, and the flow of Ojas through the third eye is quite powerful and sweet. Touch base!

“All the forces that are working in the body, in their highest form, are Ojas.”

Continence increases the energy of influence. The Intelligence of the House of Influence is Tarot Key 7, the Chariot. This Key contains the vehicle of speech. The Charioteer – on the Tree of Life’s feminine pillar – stands like a crocus-shoot in the living Stone – the earth of the Wise. Within her armour, you can see that she is … in fact, the Empress.

An earlier male version, based on a friend called TK – back in 2000, I was studying a system which assigned letter ZAIN, Gemini, to the Chariot

Here are two Chariots and an Empress. The one on the right is an early one, with a different system for alignment with the Zodiac and Hebrew letters.

“If you discover it, be silent and keep it sacred.”

Yes. I don’t speak of it. “Ordinary human language cannot convey this knowledge from the one having it, to the mind of a person who is unprepared to receive it.”

Aggrandizing the Ojas principle, leads to insanity. In the Great Work of Alchemy, It is repeatedly flushed out, purified and stabilized. Once obtained, the container – the person – becomes a transmitter: a lighthouse keeper – a lamp receiving the oil and beaming it forth – a myriad of lamps like stars: the stellar engine. Light moves in waves. Light is electro-magnetic wave releasing a particular particle called photon. The cosmic consciousness through the galaxies and the conscious dark matter between them, is the joy and bird song of Ojas: one and the same as our body.

We are able to communicate our knowledge to one another. We signal it from age to age. (Here, in the acute Kali Yuga darkness, it awakes and signals.) But we never tell the Great Secret because it never can be told.

An early B.O.T.A. student referred to it as “THE ETERNAL SPARKLE”. Yes I have seen and been the eternal sparkle for an unforgettable instant, with no shadow of doubt! The lower mind has it not. But I write in my blog of the Eternal Sparkle, in coded ways for those who know, and those who do not, will not get the point, or bother to read. The actual discovery must be made ALONE. We went into the desert under the stars.

Another student said, “I rejoice to tell you that I have it now. I have seen it in wonderful flashes many times, but now I have grasped it with my mind, and have faith that I can hold it.”

Jacob Boehme wrote: “While I was wrestling and battling, being aided by God, a wonderful light arose within my soul.”

The Yeshua child was in the Star for which the wise are hungry.

The stress is preparatory. “Look for the flower to bloom in the silence that follows the storm: not till then.” (Light on the Path) “It shall grow, it will shoot up, it will make branches and leaves and form buds while the storm lasts ...”

When Shankara and other sages wrote of the body as a bag of filth they were mistranslated. They meant that they have – when illumined – a strange objective perception, rather psychedelic, of the personality (with bags and blood and organs) as a strip cartoon afloat on Reality – the primordial Self. The strip cartoon blunders along shut-eye in her dream, and sometimes lets in the Dew.

This is the view I have – while still believing in and concerned with the persons fervently. The molecular model, the product of the elements and solar establishment with gravity, is what it is – a colouring-book. And the Buddha nature has for every level of Reality … compassion.

When IT cannot be described by any metaphor, the mind falls silent; and the furniture melts.

What there is, is carbon free. A LABEL on a person or an event may sometimes simplify a matter – but beware lest it confine.

“Thou art infinite: no words can tell.”

The conversion is a Conversation. An alchemist’s daily business is to extract essence.

The tide, near Hartland

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

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Mysteries of Master R – Part 8: Three Trinosofia paintings

Posted on November 14, 2013 by janeadamsart

The first painting – a bird shaped lamp – in fact belongs to the end of Trinosofia Chapter Two. A guiding star led the initiate through a white door to the turbulent waters of life – Chapter Three – into which he dived, and was tempted by temporal power. You can read Manly P Hall’s translation of each chapter (as I go along), in the Trinosofia Texts page in the title bar.

I have a technical problem with reproducing my drawings here. The yellow in my originals is soft and subtle. But it scans out hard and greenish. Even if I erase the yellow in the original, its shadow is still there. This happens when yellow is placed on white or next to white; if yellow is next to another strong colour, it is ok.

I love the shape of this bird-lamp. Where the wings should be, is a great curved space. The bird turns its head to see. The whole object is a dancer: a “hold” of ballroom grace. The lamp stands on a plinth of granite rocks turning gold. It illustrates the existential interface of psyche, spirit, alchemy with the flat surfaces of our world-view – the rocks bulge out from under the plane of the plinth.

Here are a pair of Lions – scarlet and black – actually indigo blue – in an alchemical sphere. The red one stands for Mars: the indigo one for Saturn.

Between them is a crown. There is an arrow to each side, a bow along the base, and red inscribed tablets above and below. Manly P.Hall translated the (illegible) Greek inscription under the lions, to English, and I had the happy idea to write it out in English: “Each must sprinkle himself with his own wine from the Mountain of Chios. He must drink to God before the wood. He must give himself in exchange for that for which he yearns.”

MPH comments: “… Wood was the symbol of Dionysius, and it was in honour of this god of the wood and of the vine that the ritual of the Communion was first established. To drink of one’s own blood or to sprinkle oneself with his own wine is to be immersed in or tinctured by the inner soul power. Fermentation was the presence of Bacchus or the life in the juice of the grape, and the Greeks used the symbol of intoxication, as do the Sufis of Islam, to represent ecstasy. A man in an ecstatic state was described by them as being one ‘intoxicated with God’.”

I assumed the Lions were alchemical ones, and the sphere a flask, or “Lens”. Not until the drawing was nearly done, did I look at Manly P Hall’s commentary at the back of the book, and discover they represent unregenerate “nobility” and “rulership”. This is because of an inverted symbol on the red lion’s flank which I didn’t spot, because the online reproduction (of the copy of Master R’s painting) blurred it. Inversion turns nobility to misuse of power, and rulership to indiscretion – it moves them backward. Charisma becomes a despot, the red lion lust, the black lion, tyranny. MPH again: “Those who would accomplish wisdom must overcome these animals if they would reach the Crown (Kether) which lies beyond. The black lion is the temptation of power … the red lion is the temptation to possess … there can be no compromise with these monsters of perversion.”

Throughout the full text, Master R signalled the perils of “misuse of power” and”indiscretion”. It is a balance in the soul Triad of the Tree – Tifareth regulates Hesed and Gevura – which must be corrected before the initiate can proceed.

At this point, I include some dakini oracle images from a recent reading for a friend …

… simply because these pictures move around in my mind just now, and form a phrase of life.

Anyway, my Lions: the sphere which contains them is a lens. To each side are the arrows – (2 of Swords, meaning polarity-tension) and under it is the strung bow: continence of the demons, their transmutation to gold mist. I don’t agree with Manly P Hall that the clouds they stand on are the world’s pomp and circumstance. I see the clouds as steam – the accelerated Karma within the alchemic flask or lens. It “sweats” out the lions and makes them glorious to see.

The inscription above them is in an unknown script – I was able just, to see and outline the letter shapes. MPH tells us it says “Bend knee and worship God who sends forth his love in winged splendour from Aries the first angle of the world. The 6th sign Virgo, is the ending and completion of the ages – the symbol of service and renunciation by which the lions may be overcome. He who gives up life for wisdom, shall receive a fuller life…”

While working on the drawing – it took several hours – I felt its vibrant mystery. This happens when the Trinosofia illustrations are tangibly recreated. I don’t know yet their full meaning, but they are energy Keys. The connection is discreet and powerful: the colours seem to glow. I use watercolour pencils and a brush.

In the evening, while watching TV, I copied this strange illustration – (at the end of Chapter Three) of a dark cave with the sea and the sun coming in – adapting it to my inner vision. It too is a lens – an eye. The lit up rocks shine like gold. There’s a little interior landscaping, of trees and a house in the dawn. It is mysterious. Compositionally I am the darkness looking out and into which the redeeming dawn shines. There is a spiral swirl of scribble rock formation.

It belongs with some earlier (1980s) sketches of the inner eye: a sunlit landscape within the cliffs of fall: the Hermetic Underbeing. A friend commissioned from me an oil painting to illustrate G M Hopkins’ poem “O Mind, thou hast Mountains, Cliffs of Fall“. The painting was subsequently stolen from him, and all that I have is this blurred photo. Some years later, I re-drew and painted it for myself. The lost original was precious to me, because a chance paint formation up in the sky suggested a seal’s head … which I developed.

The seal of the ocean was the soul soaring into the sky through a crack in the mountain strata. In the later sketch, a Capricorn goat grazes on the alp. Down the sheer dark cliffs to the right, the seeking soul or initiate tumbles … and to the left, Hermes Trismegistos receives him, opening an inner landscape of the eye.

From Manly P Hall’s commentary to the text :
(for the text, see Trinosofia page in title bar)
“The first initiation is that of earth, represented by the black passageways in the subterranean regions of the volcano. To pass this test the body must be subdued in all its parts and become a perfect instrument of the enlightened will. The bodily atoms and molecules must be vibrated anew …

“The second mystery in the order of the Memphis rite is that of water, and at the beginning of this section the candidate finds himself standing on the shore of a vast underground lake. This is the sea of ether which separates the two worlds. It is the humidic body of the earth, the sphere of generation. He who would reach the Invisible world must cross this sea, that is, become master of the generative powers of nature (and of his thought). Led by the blazing star, the candidate throws himself into the midst of the waves. With his lamp upon the crown of his head (the spirit fire lifted into the pineal gland), he struggles for mastery over the currents of the etheric world.

“His strength fails, and he cries out to the Universal Cause for help. A boat appears, in it seated the king of the earth with a golden crown on his forehead. But the boat is pointed back toward the shore from which the neophyte came. The crowned man offers the kingdoms of the earth, but the disciple of wisdom … cannot be thus easily tempted. Strengthened by the power of right decision and aided by the invisible genii, the candidate fights his way to the distant shore. Before him rises the silvery wall of the moon, the lady of the sea whose dominion he has passed.

“The fire initiation awaits him. Having mastered the vital principle of nature by which growth and propagation are controlled, the candidate next faces ambition, the fire of pride and the flaming tyranny of emotional excess. He beholds the lions, the fire symbols. The key to the course of action is revealed by the hieroglyphics. The lions, the writing and the wall dissolve. The path stretches out through the sphere of eternal flame.

“The alchemical aspect of the symbolism is one of purification or the passing of the elements of the Stone through a bath. In this process they pass from an earthy state through a vaporous or watery condition, to a fiery or gaseous quality. The lunar humidity present in all bodies must be dried out, which led the Greek philosophers to declare that ‘a wise soul is a dry one’ …

‘… The moon rules physical generation or the perpetuation of corruptible forms, but the sun has dominion over spiritual generation, the creation of incorruptible bodies. Man is the progeny of fire (sun), water (moon) and air (the bird of Thoth). The temptation by the king with the golden crown, suggests one of the most common difficulties of the alchemical tradition. Those who attempted the art in most cases failed in their quest for wisdom, because they became fascinated with dreams of wealth. Material gold tempts the alchemist away from his spiritual quest for enlightenment and immortality.”

Zain and Yod - the signs (Gemini and Virgo) which are ruled by alchemical Mercury, in the air and in the ground.

Zain and Yod – the signs of these Tarot Keys (Gemini and Virgo), are ruled by alchemical Mercury, in the air and in the ground.

I find MPH’s commentary very apt, beautiful, and directly relevant to matters I struggle over, at present: to apply the inner alchemical vision to lessons of daily life, psychology, training and practical assistance to myself and others. I feel an absolute greenhorn. The problem is one of regulating my inner vision to the exterior text. My ideas with people turn out to be raw and naive.

HOWEVER!

An awakened human life flows along the ground, admixturing, composting the subtle with the gross. The crucible, the mortar and pestle of each day, grinds fragrance. With this idea, the fragrance opens and goes out into the world a little – a tiny puff of Universe prana confected in the soul. My role is here, making, mixing and breathing it out – the subtle particle with all situations open to it. I, we, transmit solar-neutrinos which pierce the magnetic shield. The quantum is homeopathic. The mountains, the pits of daily life, are small ruts in a muddy lane.

Meet the world’s inconsolable suffering yet again, the increase of evil trafficking, and a woman in North London who rescues children from it and starts to rehabilitate them … and find yet again, that my role is not on that front-line. I am too open and easily distressed.

Here is the Master as Bulwer Lytton’s Zanoni … and a gem on the table surface.

… and here are two drawings I did for another friend last week – initiations by water and by fire:

… and by Air: a turning Mevlana Dervish

Enough said! Mercury and Rahu/the North Node that day, together TURNED Direct in Scorpio.

Finally – Master R’s Third Violin Sonata. A gem, this one! a thoughtful opening Adagio, with the answering Andante a bit later. The second of the two Allegros (pp 16/17) when played up to speed, seems to turn and turn – a joyous whirl of planets and galaxies around their polar axes, around the Dervish’s left foot on the ground …

the law of the Dance.

Link to Three Trees of Life

POST SCRIPT – I came across what I wrote in July 2003 when I first studied the Trinosofia:

In Section Three of the Trinosofia (I read it last night with little understanding but a sense of rest) the pilgrim comes to a white marble platform, and the star falls into the surging sea, and the pilgrim goes in after the star. In the surging sea, and struggling to swim and survive to the far dark shore, the pilgrim meets a king in a golden boat who says to come with him, the foremost in the world. But the pilgrim says he will trust in God alone, and the king sinks, and soon the pilgrim swims hard and reaches the land, a shore covered with green sand. Here the next instructions are displayed on a silver wall or “gate” which vanishes as soon as he’s read them. Two lions on a cloud guard a Crown. Around them is an iron circle. To each side, and below, are two arrows and a bow. Above and below the iron circle are inlaid scarlet panels, the one has greek inscriptions, the other, sacred letters. There are also apparently sacred letters on the flank of the lion.

To go into the surging sea in this path through the white pure door of the Adept, is Courage into the vibration, into noise-interference to which I am hypersensitive and judgemental. The Holy One is at the heart of All. Receive and rock with the impressions, unconditionally, tendering their timeless points, and smiling. The Lord of the World sinks: I am carried by the Waters, swimming by my effort. The green sand of the shore is in the sense that the sand is like the Spirit, blown in whorls by the wind, and has the same gematria as blood; and when you melt sand it turns to glass – the crystal of the Soul. Here it is green – the natural state. Green sand.

You only really see or are shown what you have already understood by travelling it. The lions are the sea, and they guard Kether, which sometimes masquerades as an earthly crowned sovereign.* The iron circle is mars-like, and the bow and arrows and the writings imply Guidance. The lions represent Fire, and in the illustration they are elegantly and gracefully drawn, snaking their tails on a sea of clouds. Fire, entering water, becomes air – the breath of JHVH. And even the Lions breathe each other in and out.

The two arrows remind me of the equilibrium of the Two of Swords. The bow along the bottom is aimed into the One Thing – the “absence of two” in the Crown.

*I must make my own path of discovery even when the Sovereign himself appears – or as some say, if you see the buddha on the path, kill him. Don’t be spoon fed.

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

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