Mysteries of Master R, Part 13: AEOLIAN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tree of Life - tower of Alchemy - the Flowering Staff

Tree of Life – tower of Alchemy – the Flowering Staff

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

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

Eagle book JHVH - Alchemy in Daat

Eagle book JHVH – Alchemy in Daat

Arcanum 17; the Star

Arcanum 17; the Star

Meditation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BOTA key 17 - The Star

BOTA key 17 – The Star

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

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

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

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Grail Trees 2002

Grail Trees 2002

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

E O L I A N

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

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

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

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A Letter to the Aeolian …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Touch Wood and Water

 

Gayatri Devi

Gayatri Devi

Let us form a vessel …?  In the Gayatri Mantra, the brilliance of enlightenment is perceived in the air between the trouble and grief and terrors and tension and pollution in the world. Give room: the pain of life as it is. Do not inflate pain into personal woe, which shuts the room and makes it noisy.

om bhur bhuva ha svaha
tat savitur varen y am
bhargo devasya dhimahi
dhiyo yonah prachaha dayat

Through the coming, going and the balance of the essential nature
which illumines existence, is the adorable One.
May all perceive through subtle intellect
the brilliance of enlightenment.

Translation by Deva Premal

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Near my mother’s house, there is a steep hillside into a bouncy valley.   A direct perception opened: walk down into my face – a Quantock bowl of fields  and villages … or as in the drawing above, the Welsh coast near Strumble head.   Inclusively, my hips and feet flow soft with gravity, the descent, receiving the earth, the dance, the touching.

Grief stings my heart – my mother’s sister died at 93, and the dog in London is gone – the field broke apart to enter the valley I am.  I am free.  The fields, the undulant hills and trees are my facial features;  I have no other. The steep lane and wide encircling landscape arouse my philosophy, my space of being … beyond speech.

red_campion

red campion

I discover an identical resonance in the Gayatri mantra,  the Lords Prayer, the Hail Mary and the Kabbalah Invocation: “let thy will be done.”  Particle-waves of enlightenment are latent within the body of each circumstance.  Within every challenge of love, grief, boundaries, fair conduct, discernment and “I will”, the opening catches me inescapably. My father called the hardy pink campion flowers “bridget in her bravery“.  Bravery is the bride.

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seabird and boat, near isle of Rhum

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Connect
I finished and published the Minona post in my other blog (17 September). The Minona and Beethoven drawing which I had such trouble with, is powerful. The soft blaze of grief is in her eyes.

Beethoven and Minona

Beethoven and Minona

I went on reading my 2014 journal on the bus home from the Quantock hills, enjoying it; I raised my spirits by softly singing the Gayatri mantra for a while. There is a lot in my journal last year, about the evolution of eros in our world. Adam-Eve had thoughts which grew into trees, animals and life – did I not walk down the Quantock hills into these, my soul body, my absence into Real-I?

Make this intention ongoing through the “unknown cognition” towards a community of grace.  Let go into the opening field space.  The blue Maurice Nicoll Commentary books contain the essence of Self enquiry, Ramana’s teaching, for post war western survivors in the Work.

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So what to write now, to connect? Wait and listen and it shall come. Be willing for the Master to write. Remain quiet. I woke depressed and confused this morning, semi-dreaming about getting stuck on sheer pillars of rotten rock and cheating my way down to the ground. The false mind sets cruel tasks. But earlier I dreamt I was in a car with a man from the past – and our legs touched, and the feelings blossomed like they used to, brooking no deflection. I want to move on, yet the way in this lifetime powerfully embraces each other.

To connect, I wait and listen to Nicoll’s Commentaries: “You cannot reach Real I through personality, only through development of Essence…. Essence however, cannot grow unless personality is formed around it by life on this planet … A man must learn from life, become a good Householder …” In other words, God does not create us perfect, we are active, responsible participants in the Re-membering.

“You may ask why, if we were created perfect, at a level higher than Earth, it is necessary to be made to descend at all. The answer is that a being created perfect has contributed nothing to its own development. It would be easily tempted. Man by descent and ascent thus becomes stronger ‘than the angels’, as it is said somewhere.”

balsa boat annapurna

I made this balsa boat for my grandmother in about 1963. She called it “Annapurna in cumulus clouds”

My sense of descending into the Landscape Bowl of mud and villages and steep fields and curving lanes as my vital parameter, awakens. When it is separate, or just a background, I am shut away from empathy or taste of Life.

Crossing the road at Hammersmith bus station – all the moving flock are “I”. Their mystery moves through mine and is my being;  I create them as God does, or a child in the garden of being. Their never ending history is ready made. The instant they are created, their infinite past thread springs to life, just like that. This perception has no room for war, and outmodes religious conflict. When such a thought form is focused and strong, it has power to connect and to generate life and love.

Harbour 1987 - my ship of the soul

Harbour 1987 – my ship of the soul

I am reading The Never Ending Story by Michael Ende, which suggests that creative imagination in the human psyche strikes eternity fore and aft as it becomes fully conscious;  there is no beginning or end to being.  But great gaps of Nothing encroach, where the faculty is abused, distorted and destroyed.

The great evolutionary change occurring in humanity may be the shocking revolution that there is no heavenly thing or ruler which is God.

Instead, the dimension of God is kindled with the tinder-sticks of compassion laid together. The moment God is kindled through compassionate empathy and acceptance of each other, the One Reality, unendingly past and future, is omnipresent.   We can no longer devolve our responsibility onto an almighty figurehead:  that was the codependent dream of infants.  Opportunities to ‘do the beautiful’ as the Sufis say, are given to our inter-dependent re-cognition.  We see what was and is done by religious wars to destroy life and origins, and in the media jungle to erase human worth:  the gaps of Nothing in the never ending story.  There is an enormous resistance to awakening;  the ground resists the upward spring;  the long dark shadows cast by the rising sun, are Karmic samsara enclosures, which slowly fade.

Return to the flowing nature of God: the tetrahedral cycle of J H V H through human eternity: the vital solar spark of SAVITUR in the Gayatri, through the subtle intelligence.

TETRAGRAMMATON tetrahedron sequence

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Nicoll asks, What is Understanding? “If Intellectual and Emotional Centres cooperate, then understanding begins. Does it mean a seeing together of many things from many points of view, and so quite distinct from one-sidedness?”

“We make aim in the Work, but do we understand our aim?”
To understand is essentially, to connect, with all our parts.

boats at Alet, Brittany, 1985

Boats at Alet, Brittany, 1985

boats on storm tossed marina

Boats on storm tossed marina, 1985

To be present when I am in pain or sorrowing, is to earth it. Then pain and sorrow are not trapped in thoughts or moral scholars, they exist freely. There is no argument or resistance to existence. “If you don’t fight with life, life takes you up, puts you on its shoulder …” Pain and joy and the light of foot belong here equally and seamlessly, passing into one another. If I grasp the root stem of my grief, it becomes still and holds the ship like a mast. Upon the larger part of my being, the words to tell are a scrap, a wet hanky only. Moments of inner connection are searing, silent and deeply satisfying. The understanding is not verbal. Understanding is presence … stand under the water falling.

tidal wave

tidal wave 1986

Harbour - these two paintings were on the same day.

Harbour 1986 – these two paintings were on the same day.

Moments of the inner connection connect with this level of being, throughout the humanosphere. My inner connecting connects socially, and beyond. In this strata I may pick up the Messages of the Great Ones. We are a fleet of living masts – and masts are aerials, antennae, antakharana – the One mast, of infinite variety.

Signal the Companions of the Light.

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Ships in my mother’s house

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

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Mystery of Master R: Part 5 – Musical Moments

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sketch of 1st violin, orchestra of age of enlightenment

sketch of 1st violin, orchestra of age of enlightenment

My posts with Master R are loosely interconnected;  often repetitive, as with musical themes.  Time stops, or circles its moving Sun in a spiral.

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From my Journal, July 2003

What is our vessel?  the dew?  Is it like the camel to the needle’s eye?  To trust the Kingdom of Heaven is conscious choice.

The Dew is always here
and it never stops falling
a very fine mixture of everything in the universe now

do not break the Law by adulterating or mixing levels.
the manna is a subtle and ordinary nourishment …

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Grail Tree of Life, Table Round

Grail Tree of Life, Table Round of the Companions of the Light

All is One.  The Holy One is not heavy handed, it falls with the lightest touch,  but where we are blind and deaf we run into heavy hands.    Aziluth – the World of Emanation – contains everything – we are given heavy or light touches as appropriate.  The Dove is the vessel.  Makom – the First Heaven – is The Place.

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GALLERY  of Violin Sonata no.7 – click to view

(September 2013 – there are now some sites where Saint-Germain’s music is played and heard:  http://trianglebook.weebly.com/music.html contains a lot of information, a video and some recordings to download.  The Phoenix Ensemble in Germany (English translation  of this site supplied)  recorded all the sonatas on CD, and performed them in concert.)

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Ten years ago – 29 July 2003 – Master of the Violin

There is a quantity of music by Comte de Saint Germain at the British Museum library.  Alan brought back seven violin sonatas with figured bass clef,  and he can get the BM people to search and copy the rest. Only a generation ago, I would have had to copy it all out myself by hand – as I’ve been doing till recently!   I trimmed the 37 A3 pages into A4 ringbinder size while listening to Berlioz’s exquisite Petite Messe Solemnelle;   the poignancy of a Great Soul incarnates “at least once every century”  (an extraordinary number of times, including early deaths) into human fragility… into the rose and thorns.

Then I started to play the music, much to Alan’s interest;  found a pair of minuets which sparkle gracefully.   My Maestro wrote all those notes, and I am now hearing and playing the sounds in his head.   Music is the direct speech.   Alan and I wondered whether anyone else has bothered to play them since.

The maestro wrote in the baroque form of the day, with figured bass/continuo to indicate the harmonies.  I play it on the piano, but it his might adapt interestingly to modern instrumentation

The maestro wrote in the baroque form of the day, with figured bass/continuo to indicate the harmonies.

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I awoke into “500 years” mode.  I feel like 500 years is nothing – I dip into the fragile flower of incarnations through the scythe of earth’s rotations – the V sign of the Child.  I am at the moment simultaneously my own bodytime, and this other time and space, by which I dip down and up, to incarnate where educative.  In about 500 years from now, a Golden Age will be,  is opening.  This is in my veins.   Never forget this.

On my bike to tarot class, with Master R’s diamond melodies singing in my ears – I began to see or imagine him playing the violin –  to draw him thus,  like the Musicians in Rehearsal.   Something in the connection with Troy Leonard (who psyched the ‘overview’ in my life), however tenuous, energises His presence here, and the relationship.

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Peter, violin sketch

This outline comes to mind – my father in about 1965. My love affair since childhood, with the man’s way of moving his arm and cultivating that sound across the strings.

“… so this, thy body, is the instrument whereon may be played the Song of Life.  For on this harp of ten thousand strings, the wind of the Spirit moveth ever, and sounds night and day, the harmonies of that Eternal Song.”

Master R, transcript on Malkuth, 1947

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(2003) Wisdom of Alan Jacobs:

“Maya – our world – is restricted vision.   Whatever we perceive through our organs of cognition limits it, to name and form,  it is a narrow waveband.  In a tree it is the living process inside that tree which you don’t see, and which is connected to the whole universe, dependent on the Sun’s rays,  connected to the Absolute as a star in the milky way … (as through our lungs, organs and littlest branching vessels, the prana.)

The meaning of Exodus:   Escape from Egypt is liberation from bondage to an old tradition.  Crossing the Red Sea (passover, parting the waters) is when a distinction is understood between the Self and the nonSelf  (pure Consciousness and the mindbody).  The Children of Israel fail to become the Holy People when they worship the golden calf of materialism;  Moses gave them a literal teaching, with the esoteric hidden within it for the few.   Real faith is in the Unknown, the Invisible, the Divine, and not in life, which is under the law of pre-ordination.  Real faith unexpectedly changes conditions in unforeseen ways.   Faith awakens from sleep or is born again from spiritual death.”

At dinner, Alan’s cousin’s husband said America and Russia are both formed by robber barons.  The difference is that the American barons made America whereas the Russian ones bought Russia.  Alan said something very witty, but wouldn’t write it down, only tied a knot in his hanky, and has forgotten it.

Alan at chess with his grandson Jacob

Alan at chess with his grandson Jacob

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Journal – 2 August 2003

Elder Brother, please give me the courage to stand up and be counted,  be truthful, and not condone distortion.  Please,  when such situation arises,  lend me your eagle wings,  for I do not consider I have adequately crossed this fiery step.   Or have I?   Let truth speak through my face where it is weak;  for the main obstacle is the imaginary “i-having-to“,  which meant gigantic efforts to squeak like a mouse.  Did you see that funny squirrel early this morning, perched on top of a fence-post outside and chattering and barking like a fox?  The wonderful thing about having someone like you,  rather than an embodied teacher parked in space and time,  is that to contact you is voluntary attunement,  for you are everywhere else as well.   Of course,  each to what is quintessentially right for her or him.

I would love it if a French reader can translate this for me:

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

J’expliquai par quel art l’âme aux flancs d’une mère
Fait sa maison, l’emporte, et comment un pépin
Mis contre un grain de blé, sous l’humide poussière;
L’un plante et l’autre cep,  sont le pain et le vin.

Rien n’était, Dieu voulant, rien devint quelque chose,
J’en doutais, je cherchai sur quoi l’univers pose.
Rien gardait l’équilibre et servait de soutien.

Enfin avec le poids de l’éloge et du blâme
Je pesai l’éternel;  il appela mon âme:
Je mourrai, j’adorai, je ne savais plus rien.  

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Is not the grape in this, Your violet light?

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I intend to copy a few of Master R’s illustrations in his TRINOSOFIA for this series, together with some of the text.  I have an English translation with poor black and white reproductions. Here is a link to the facsimile of http://www.scribd.com/doc/313983/La-Tres-Sainte-Trinosophie… where you can see his paintings or copies of them in colour, and read (in French) the inner journey in full.   It can be downloaded or printed out, for a fee.

Violin for cover

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Excerpt from poem “Violin Redux” by Charlie Morris

“My head falls to the left
and seeks the warmth
of my own shoulder
the splendid weight is cradled there
and the person whose shoulder I share
knows me
better than anyone.”

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

COPYRIGHT – All art and creative writing in this blog is copyright © Janeadamsart 2012-2013. May not be used for commercial purposes. May be used and shared for non-commercial means with credit to Jane Adams and a link to the web address https://janeaquariel.wordpress.com/