The Dogfight and the Swan

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

I Ching 64 hexagrams/gene keys in the zodiac circle

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

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

family peaches – photo by Sarah Poland

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

circa 1960, a drawing I sent to my grandmother

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

So you see, it was special!   O angel.

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O Angel, 1987

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Starling & murmuration – Image from allaboutbirds

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

Portrait of a pleased man 1987

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

Jaap van Etten

 

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

Ganapat Muni gives mantra

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See also as companion posts:

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

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

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

COPYRIGHT – All art and creative writing in this blog is copyright © Janeadamsart 2012-2019. 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/

When Reflecting on The Lovers …

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Arcanum 6 lovers, version 1

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

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

and we move into Gemini today, as it happens!

Arcanum 6, Version 2

Arcanum 6, Version 2

BOTA Key 6

BOTA Key 6

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

The Hierophant – the Inner Hearing – preceded this Key.

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Arcanum 5 Hierophant

bota hierophant

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

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

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

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

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

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

The body of Light is a Lens.

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

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Adam & Eve after Lucas Cranach

Adam & Eve after Lucas Cranach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

triangle, HEH

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

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Fred and Jane tackle Cesar Franck violin sonata - 1987

Fred and Jane tackle Cesar Franck violin sonata – 1987

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

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

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

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

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

almond flower

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

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

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

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

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alchemy - the story of the Eagle and the little Crow

alchemy – the story of the Eagle and the little Crow

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Inside the tower - the Eagle book in Daat

Inside the tower – the Eagle book in Daat

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Angel raising a captive Knight from a deep well

Angel raising a captive Knight from a deep well

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Freeing a Captive Knight

Freeing a Captive Knight

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Peacock

Peacock

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The Raven Knight

The Raven Knight

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

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

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Insignia on Chariot, Arcanum 7

Insignia on Chariot, Arcanum 7

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Sun steed

Sun steed

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Grail trees sanctuary

Grail trees sanctuary

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4our trees - Yod, Heh, Vav, Heh

4our trees – Yod, Heh, Vav, Heh

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World kundalini shakti

World kundalini shakti

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Be well, my friend!  Go well.

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

Ourobouros flower - from Alexander Roob's Alchemy & Mysticism

Ourobouros flower – from Alexander Roob’s Alchemy & Mysticism

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

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/

Perhaps Fission is the Learning Curve to Fusion

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

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

Tarot Keys for Neptune transit opposite natal Saturn

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

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

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

birth chart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arcanum 12 - the Hanging Man

Arcanum 12 – the Hanging Man

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

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

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

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

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

bota Tarot map of cube of space

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

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BOTA Key 12

BOTA Key 12

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

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

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

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

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

bota key 1 Magician

bota key 18 The Moon

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Part Two – Thoughts on Solar Fusion

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

ITER solar

ITER solar 2

(Pictures from The Independent, Saturday 27 April 2013)

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

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

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

Tree of Life Jnana marga - path of knowledge

Tree of Life Jnana marga – path of knowledge

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

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

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

Binah Hokhmah Kether

Binah Hokhmah Kether

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

bota key 19 Sun

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

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

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

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

Isaiah 1958

Isaiah 1958

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

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

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

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daisies shadow

So what is nuclear FUSION?

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

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

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

And … the dandelions and the daisies prevail.

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Children of the world, 2007

Children of the world, 2007

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

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On Gaia as our Self

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horses by the sea, ja 07

horses by the sea, ja 07

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In 2006, Peter Chatalos published his work on Autopoiesis (copyright (c) John Wiley 2006)  – a holistic view of the planet body’s immune shield. Our human immune system and environment are not separate, but integrated with the biosphere’s self-defense.  When we chronically forget this, the planet appears to “turn against her Self”.

Peter and my conversation today, based on an earlier draft of his article Gaia Living with Aids, may shed some light on the “Ash tree die-back” crisis in this country, and on other environmental emergencies.  The Ash die-back and the withdrawal of many species and bio-diversities into latency, suggests Nature’s retreat from being our plaything.

What about our worldview?  Who are we?

Peter’s article mentions Autopoiesis.  While it is helpful to explore the theory of Autopoiesis, we need to look within ourselves to grow up and to apply the principle at grass roots level.  Mostly we dream in a narcissistic infancy.  The human race is emotionally, barely eight years old.

Conscious action speaks volumes more than belief – the kind of action which confronts and exposes our unconscious lagunas.   No holistic view is complete, unless we begin here where it hurts – at home:  the I, the “i”:  honesty.  Physician heal thyself!  One thing leads to another.

Snowy Lullaby, Gensaugh

Snowy Lullaby, Gensaugh

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What is Autopoiesis?

Peter told me that Earth’s holistic capacity for self-renewing, self-restoring, self-creation, is an example of Autopoiesis.  We as  human beings begin slowly, yet urgently, to realise our embeddedness within nature, and the consequences of our actions.  The increase in ourselves, of autoimmune disorders, echoes the same disorder in the planet eco-systems, due to our unconscious and blind exploitation.    We as humanity came to think of ourselves as “disconnected” – yet the health of each part is integral to the whole system.  Excess and disconnectedness damage our environmental health, and its capacity to self-renew.

A healthy and creative dynamic is defined as  Homeostasis.  Diversity or complexity. Stability or resilience.  Vigour or scope for growth.  The absence of disease.  Balance between system components.'” 

I quickly see the analogy with our computing tools.  The computer copies our working and associative mind, and by inference, our physical endocrine intelligence.   How can it be otherwise?   A healthy firewall works with unpredictable and flexible elegance.  Anti-viral updates are refreshed and re-created constantly.   This is because “easy passwords” and fixed patterns are simple for any mischievous malware to hack.  Viral parasites as created in mind and body, thrive on rigid habits and reactions, whose  cyberspace profiles are easy to identify and decode.

Conversely, a healthy matrix is a moving target – changeable, alert and fluid.  Our gift as human beings, is our adaptability.

We are not alone. The same principle works across the board, through nature’s mineral, animal and vegetable kingdoms, through our psyche, and the body’s immune system.  As any shepherd knows, sheep are susceptible to maggots and footrot.  He keeps his flock attended to, and on the move.  As farmers know, crop rotation revitalizes the land.

Moss with the sheep. Glensaugh

Moss with the sheep. Glensaugh

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Imbalance and Dis-ease

Peter agreed that Autopoiesis is a mind-like process.  Lovelock’s GAIA theory shows that Earth’s ecosystems adapt and respond mutually over time:  each part is inter-dependent within the whole.  An organism’s immune system does not merely act in terms of its “antibodies”, as the reductionist view would have it.

For instance, Earth’s ozone external shield does not bar the sun’s radiation. It filters it, so that what we receive is regulated to our biotic needs.   Due to imbalanced human consumption and activity, the ozone hole appeared.   This led to an increase in skin cancers through the interface of environment and human health.

As I see it, some cancers may occur due to an imbalance of our physical and etheric sheaths – a mismatch of frequencies, such as the sun’s intensity without an adequate atmospheric filter.  Our physical organism around the core, is dense, like the bark of a tree, or Earth’s crust.  We have also the more diffuse emotional, magnetic and mental bodies which constitute our aura, or psychic field.  The whole is like an egg.   The input through our auric shields, triggers a compensatory cellular activity in the physical location.  This goes on all the time, but when it becomes excessive, the activity may turn “rogue”, and begin to cannibalize the host – as it is not self-sustaining.

I just found some notes taken during a psychology class in 2003, on the etheric/physical body interface:  “The etheric body is the astral mould or template to which materiality adheres.  It is only visible under certain conditions.  The etheric body prevails through an entire incarnation.  The physical body does not – it is a standing wave, constantly being replaced.  Cancer is a disease of the etheric body.  A leak in the etheric or subtle body causes inappropriate types of cell to keep on being manufactured, in compensatory excess.”

Disease is a symptom of excess and of the unconscious, and is underlined by genetic trend.  Many cancers are brooded by unresolved hurts and issues in life.  Additionally, cancer seems to increase due to conditioning and propaganda.  The fear matrix which  built up around it in our society, and the warlike remedy, keep the drug companies healthy, wealthy and …?    So cancer is in resonance also with the economy, and our problems there.

A “preventive” medicine – attitude – may attend to our physical tempo, respect the way she changes from day to day, and allow her to feel ill – (as I do, right now.  Go slow.  I have a cold, and my lower back went ‘crick’, and feels like a broken fence.  I shall have to lie down all day to write this.  This is uncomfortable and inconvenient, but not my enemy !)

Unfortunately, the stress and insecurity which is now the social norm, in employment, consumption and communications, prohibits rest, prohibits sensitivity, and forces us to work like monkeys overtime.  We suffer within an unregulated economy.   But it is never too late to listen and to remember to breathe and stretch our toes … if for a few minutes at a time.   It is never too late to sense the map of our nadis or meridians, how it hums through us.   The meridians are psyche-physiological paths – they are antennae also to the collective subconscious.   The body is a field.  Awareness is the fluid key.   Open ourselves beyond the box.  This is autopoiesis?

gravatar rose egg

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A Teacher once said surprisingly, “Does this make the Sun, giver of life, our enemy? …   The thing your scientists have spoken of as skin cancer, caused by over exposure to the sun’s rays, is a separatist fallacy.  All dimensions are interpenetrating.  All universes are moving closer. So what they mistakenly feel is some grand error on someone’s part, the so-called hole in the ozone layer, is a fallacy. 

“There is indeed more proximity vibrationally.  But it merely means, that when you stand next to One clothed in immaculate white from head to toe, should there be any blemish upon your own clothing, it is likely to show.   Behold if you will, without fear, the Sun.   Go to the inmost point of your pineal centre, and see there the sun, and allow your fears to melt as snow and merge with that great inner, glowing, endless being.”

This Teacher implied Earth’s self awareness, the core magma which is itself the Sun.

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Carboniferous - 1988

Carboniferous – 1989

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Peter said, “Sometimes, humanity can be so narcissistic!”

Our inability to appreciate nature for its own complexity and beauty, signals a deeply seated narcissism whereby we see the natural world only as resources.  At best, other species are considered irrelevant.‘ (Du Nann, Winter & Koger, 2004).

There are increasing signs of global eco-system sickness, as in climate change and loss of bio-diversity.   With a stepped up global trade in commodities and even populations, come many new diseases and infections, due to transport and transplantation.    One might speak of human imprudence;  the human self-interest in consumption, industrialisation and warfare, devastates the wildlife and the environment’s own self-restorative capacity.

‘We are like the cells in the body of the vast living organism that is planet Earth.  An organism cannot continue to function healthily, if one group of cells decides to dominate and cannibalize the other energy systems of the body.’ 

“Yet, eco-systems have autopoietic properties, and humans are part of these eco-systems.  So why do ‘symptoms of sickness’ exist? Why isn’t humanity participating in the autopoietic, health promoting processes of the planet?”

Oats

Oats

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The Autoimmune Matrix …

While we, willfully unconscious of our part within the planetary field, continue to ravage it, we behave like an autoimmune disease.  The Earth is an extension of humanity’s body.  Humanity is an element of the planet’s autopoietic capacity.

D.W.Kidner explains: ‘If the normality of our day to day lives depends on exploiting and degrading the natural order, then psychological health will embody an intrinsic ecological pathology;  and human life is defined as a form of parasitism.’  

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Boat, sea, 2007

Boat, sea, 2007

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… and Peter uses the term ‘Ecological Autism’

Autism in this context, is a dissociation – the psyche’s lack of integration with the planetary eco-Mind.  Considering itself apart and separate from Nature’s autopoietic process, creates an artificial barrier:  a limited, unrealised notion of the self:  an inability to connect.

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We have to deal also with the enormous inertia-momentum of our history – the ravagings of war, torture and robber-barons;  the reverberating Karmic fallout through the centuries.   Putting the brakes on, for a while the juggernaut skids even faster against them.

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Enoch

Enoch

Peter describes how:

A self realised individual’s sense of identity expands to include the biosphere and all its inhabitants.  The connection to nature spontaneously deepens when a person’s self interest shifts from being egocentric, to biocentric.  The Ecological Self integrates with Nature’s psyche.

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Cosmos: flowing water, stones

Cosmos: flowing water, stones

 Gregory Bateson in Steps to an Ecology of Mind understands ‘minds’ as processes – rather than things – at many levels of being.  They are not limited to association with brains or consciousness.  ‘Mind’ includes all examples of systemic process, wherever an interaction between the parts triggered by difference, requires energy and circular chains of determination.  This canvas includes the life cycles of bacteria, individual cells and organs;  it includes social groups, societies and eco-systems.   Any given mind is a cellular function in a larger, more far reaching Mind.

‘In this way, all the phenomena in the world possess subjective inner natures.  These inner natures of the world’s organic and inorganic phenomena make up the world subconscious.’ (Stephen Aizenstat).

Couple

Couple

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I see a question here of Use and Ab-use.  Also – in some forms of the Work – the esoteric perception of “Elementals”:  invisible organisms of nightmare or of expanded perception.   Castaneda called them, in a certain category, “the Allies.”  They are inorganic beings, largely of a low-vibration consciousness.  But they can and do form associations with organic beings:  a parallel universe.

Boats as Lovers

Boats as Lovers

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The Earth can speak through us and awaken our human sanity.  Repressing the “conscious Earth” within us, damages our environment and leads to madness.

Human experience exists in a field of psychic transformations:  an ontological connectedness, the whole moving always in relationship to its parts.

Skyscape

Skyscape

Where minds interact, they mutually create.  Only the “autistic” perceive themselves as separate from others and from the more-than-human world.  Ignoring Nature’s signs and flow of information, is ecological autism.

In a child’s first three to four years he or she experiences a symbolic unity with the mother. If this is impaired genetically, or by conditioning, it can lead to developmental difficulties.  If we are engrossed in our own sensations with no sense of what they can relate to, we do not have that concept of relatedness, and are therefore autistic.

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Daffodil - 1986, earthquake-kreutzer-ravine series

Daffodil – 1986, earthquake-kreutzer-ravine series.  Harold Rubens, Fred and Aaron Barschak, Alexander Pollock, C.Gardner …  Damehole Point, near Stoke, north Devon coast

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A realised individual awakens to a shared Earth-body  Our relationship is that of a leaf to a tree.  We are participants in this planetary system.   As the focal seat of Self shifts, the notions of inside and outside merge.  The world becomes a lover:  the pain and despair of environmental degradation also, is acute.   Systemic autism alienates from Nature and can engender compulsive behaviours, such as an addiction to technology.

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These drawings (below) are by the late Douglas Harding, in his colossal thesis The Hierarchy of Heaven and Earth.  He goes on to explore the “extended” Earth-body of humankind.  Looking from above, he observes our process with and as our global environment, as “The Creeper” – a living organism whose tentacular hands, tastebuds and interior organs are ocean, field, flower, desert, climate, termite, mountain and orchard, all interdependent, all connected to our alimentary system.

douglas creeper 2

douglas creeper 1

To claim our planet-Conscious birthright, Douglas demonstrated:  point to where I believe I have a head, a separate shape:  and look carefully, what do I actually see? – “on present evidence only.  Keep on pointing to here, keep looking.  Do I see a head here – a confined space, dark, small, sticky?  Am I looking out of a meatball with two holes in it?”   Or am I – where my shoulders fade out – an open, edgeless space for the World to fill?  a window with no frame?   Is not my Eye single, my body filled with light?  …  Keep on Seeing:  keep practicing.

look for your self!

look for your self!

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Peter continues:

Since the Earth is an extension of our body, we focus on connecting to ‘active’ nature, with the deep ecological emphasis of ‘Other’ as our ‘Self’.  Exploitation would less likely occur, because others are perceived as self, with equal value and worth.  However, people sometimes harm themselves.

 

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Aslan and Annika

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We Need to Connect Ethically …

‘We can be ethical only in relation to something we can see, feel, understand, love, or otherwise have faith in.’  (A. Leopold)

“Language is as much a part of our functioning as our sense of touch, and as precious.  Metaphors are how the whole fabric of mental interconnections holds together.  Metaphor is right at the core of being alive;  the language of nature.  Metaphors engage the head, heart and hand.”

“The idea of a mechanical world can hardly engender empathy.  On the other hand, perceiving planet Earth as our body allows our response-ability to extend personal immunity to disease, and to develop ecological empathy.”

“‘When people consciously understand that they are part of, and intricately connected to, the natural world, they will be able to expand their boundaries of empathy to include all.’ (C.Feral)”

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Earth, Air:  Bull and Bird, South Africa, 1993

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What can be more powerful than an idea?  Like gravity, its local force appears minimal and weak;  its summation holds the Universe together and is our connectivity.  Contemplation through picture language, when focused, generates thought forms.  It is in our power to act physically, behaviourally, and with our everyday intelligence, to influence the astral and mental planes, even as within the atom:   in quantum theory, electrons of specific number-type move up into orbit, to occupy specific frequency-levels of “Jacobs Ladder”.

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Peter speaks of Gaia’s Acquired Immune Deficiency

The disconnection acts like ‘the virus’ in an autoimmune disease, turning defender into adversary.  The planet is immunosuppressed;  humanity’s lack of ecological embeddedness and cultural autism is a factor.   So Gaia lives with an acquired immune deficiency syndrome, and as we are part of Gaia, we are living with this chronic condition too.

The fully realised psyche does not need to separate human illnesses from environmental degradation.  Increased pollution, species extinction and asthma in humans are symptoms of an ailing biosphere:  a chronic condition.  The system is under pressure.  It can continue to function for a while, until it rapidly collapses – an unbalanced economy.   A system diseased by parasitic human behaviour is not sustainable.

To fully participate, from a biocentric position, humanity needs to serve or be instrumental to the system as a whole … beyond the disconnected self-interest.

So where is human Consciousness?  On television?  Or here, closer than my breath?

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Early forms of life emerging from the waters, contain in their code, our human-ness today.  The Conscious whole is far beyond our horizon.  In our evolutionary DNA-serpent, is codified the entire spectrum of what our human-ness is to be, as Consciousness – a future encircling shape – the unknown quantum, here and now.

“This is a wake-up call.   Those who are open to an environmental reciprocity have a positive vision of the future.  It is yet necessary to be aware of the despair of environmental degradation. 

The planet’s eco-systems work together to protect life.  Humans with this insight can consciously alter their actions and habits.  There is no time like NOW to heal, protect and fully participate in the planet’s autopoietic processes.

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Loch Saugh, Kincardine

Loch Saugh, Kincardine

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Conclusion

For healing to be possible, the extended empathy must break through humanity’s ecological autism and reconnect with nature’s Mind.

“Seeing the Earth as a living being, helps us to identify with her wellbeing.”

Peter Chatalos and Jane Adams, 2013

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Sheep on Finella, Glensaugh

Sheep on Finella, Glensaugh

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This body, Arjuna, is called the Field.
He who knows this, is called the Knower of the Field.

Know that I AM the Knower in all the fields of my creation;
and that the wisdom which sees the field and the Knower of the Field, is true wisdom.

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His hands and feet are everywhere,
he has heads and mouths everywhere; he sees all, he hears all.
He is in all, and he is.

The Light of consciousness comes to him through infinite powers of perception,
and yet he is above all these powers.
He is beyond all, and yet he supports all.
He is beyond the world of matter, and yet he has joy in the world.

He is invisible, he cannot be seen.
He is far and he is near.
He moves and he moves not, he is within all and he is outside all.

He is ONE in all, but it seems as if he were many.
He supports all things;  from him comes destruction
and from him comes creation.

He is the Light of all lights, which shines beyond all darkness.
It is vision, the end of vision, to be reached by vision,
dwelling in the heart of all.

I have told you briefly, what is the Field,
what is wisdom, and what is the End of human vision.
When men and women know this, they step into my Being.

from Bhagavad Gita chapter 13 Juan Mascaro translation

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Further Reading:

“Vital Signs: Psychological Responses to Ecological Crises” by Mary-Jane Rust and Nick Totten 2012 published by Karnac

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Yggdrasil – an Invocation

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Oak and Snow

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

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

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

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Oak and beech: the old and the young

Oak and beech: the old and the young

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

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

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

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

VIVITAR

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

Master R sketch 03

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

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

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generations: spring

generations: spring

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

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

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

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

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carboniferous

carboniferous

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

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

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

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

wood yantra

wood yantra

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

squirreltree

squirreltree

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Now, Yggdrasil.

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

The following extract is from Wikipedia:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sun and snow

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

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Black Sheep, White Goat – What is True?

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Black Swans: Detail

Black Swans: Detail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Annika and Aslan sketch

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

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

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

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

Let it crack you open

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

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

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The still, small voice 
connects. 

If you look HERE 
you’ll find. 

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

You may not hear 
what touches you 

but HERE, my songs 
in your tree are lovebirds.

Poems of Eclipse 1999

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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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

Gaele Arnott

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The prime minister in the Daily Mail

Flooded Britain – the prime minister in the Daily Mail

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Ursa Major Solstice

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red horse & rainbow 2008

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

cosmic consciousness

cosmic consciousness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arunachala Self enquiry

Arunachala Self enquiry

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

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

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

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

With Dubi on a cornish beach - ja 2008

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

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

dervish

dervish

xmas card text - Version 2

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

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

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

Maha Maya time

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

with this on the other side:

Maya time reverse

… and in my kitchen there is this:

sphere compass crystal lamp

sphere compass crystal lamp

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

PaulDrops of Time on water

… from Paul.

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

O happy Day.

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

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

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Heart Drop, the Lineage Tree and Time

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

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

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Tarot oracle 3 December 2012

Tarot oracle 3 December 2012

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

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Seal of Solomon Cubed

Seal of Solomon Cubed

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Secret Dakini Oracle, 7 December 2012

Secret Dakini Oracle, 7 December 2012

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

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

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

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

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

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13 December – in Nether Stowey, Somerset

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Quantock Oak

Quantock Oak

14/15 December – The Ravening Curiosity

The devas are joyful, come what may.

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

the waters

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

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

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

Dancer

Dancer

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

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

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

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

Lovers

Lovers

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

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

Solomon's Seal and Flower of Life

Solomon’s Seal and Flower of Life

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15 December

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

The young Vera

The young Vera

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Swan to be born, and Camel

Swan to be born, and Camel

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

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

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

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

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School photo, 1955

Swing & School photo, 1955

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

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Goslings of Gaia

Rosicrucean Emblem 7 - a Lily in a pot, growing in a garden

Rosicrucean Emblem 7 by janeadamsart – a Lily in a pot, growing in a garden:  purity and root system

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My plan for this blog is to begin participating in a discussion on AUTOPOEISIS – nature’s immune response:  the planet’s systems as a whole, from which our humanity is in no way separate.

Earth’s immune-shield is in tidal retreat – a natural Yin response to our exploitation.  The same symptoms appear in our bodies, our viral communications, and our obsession with health and safety issues.  The AIDS miasm is a prime illustration;  also the weakening of eco-systems in the human and vegetable kingdoms through excessive travel, commerce and spillage of DNA.  It is a natural development, but in its early stages, out of balance, as we lack respect.

The visual image this delivers, is of roots being shaken out of their soil.  Each organism has a ground on which it is designed to thrive, by climate and by local connectivity.  A conscious farmer neither exhausts nor forces what a field can produce, by importing from overseas.   Every few years it is set-aside fallow, to regain nutrients and vital force.  All eco-systems – and our lifetimes – follow a cyclic rhythm – the fibonacci spiral.

Paradoxically, the local connectivity – grass roots – is identical with cosmic connectivity:  the Law as it settles, like manna or rain.   Travel is good for cross-fertilizing – seeds travel on the breeze from field to field.  But excessive travel, worry and search for distraction, is no longer a pleasure or adventure, but merely unsettling.

Rosicrucean emblem 1 - a Ship trailing anchor

Rosicrucean emblem 1 by janeadamsart – a Ship trailing anchor.  Hac Monstrante Viam – “This shows the way.”

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Thousands of years ago, it was predicted that the early stages of the Age of Aquarius would see humans taking to the air, like insects beginning to swarm.  The technology is visible, both physically and in cyber space.   As in every other evolutionary stage, we have to LEARN TO FLY;  but … we haven’t yet!   So it is all in the mind.

Baby gosling 1987

Baby gosling  jumbo jet, with acorns and distant oak 1987

The effort to fly ahead of ourselves – acceleration of industry and information beyond capacity – destabilizes our environment, and particularly our own relation with it.  It compromises our health and immunity, as goslings of our Mother Gaia.

The tide through the ages, goes in and out:  the breath.  Jiddu Krishnamurti – who faced many conflicting issues – once said “the tide going in and out has no in conflict in the one movement with itself;  the essence is peace.”

And so it is with our history … today as always, along the borderline.

Kabbalah – in the Toledo tradition – teaches that the human soul is still learning to handle physicality.  We are not fully descended from the garden of Eden in Yetzirah (world of the psyche) into the earth plane.   Most of the time we are locked inside the little castle of our mind, and do not notice where we put our feet or throw our rubbish.  Our experiential reality is mostly virtual:  not Real.

The Age of Capricorn – 2,000 years or so from today – may well see a humanity which is better grounded and well rounded.  Pluto in Capricorn at present teaches fundamental lessons in our values and in the transformation, sometimes harsh.

In Malkuth – the conscious Kingdom of the Tree of Life on Earth – the glory of all the worlds is, was and will be integrated.

Through the human ages so far, occasional societies, kingdoms and sages with the flowering wisdom of the stars, have thrived.   Wisdom hears the tree, and rises and falls like the waves at sea.  It is no different today in 2012 than at any other time.   As the life trapped inside our lower mind torments us, as much as it entertains, the Mayan-calender tipping point arrives:  to allow the Higher Mind to enter, which truly walks the Earth.  As this begins to happen, the earlier situation is much less tolerable.  No birth happens without some visible destruction of the status quo.

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Rosicrucean emblem 8 by janeadamsart:  Angel sieves wheat from chaff

Rosicrucean emblem 8 by janeadamsart: Angel sieves wheat from chaff – Discrimination

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“Aquariel” is “the philosophy of Aquarius” – the water bearer.  We walk with the rose, through the woods and by the stream.

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In myself I feel the dawning of this philosophy.  It is not of the individual.  It is the Individuation streaming through the individual, to all other organisms of space, time and beyond our time.   During the 20th century and the dawn of the 21st, walls were built and broken down, catastrophically:  ancient walls of tradition, society and family infrastructure … walls also of ethnic cleansing, projection and religious toxins, are built defensively, and shattered.

I cannot see how we can begin to farm our environment constructively, until these depth-issues we are wedded to, are conscious and addressed.   Peace begins with the nearest instant of humanity, here at home.  It is closer than our breath.  Each to each response-ability passed on, is a butterfly wing effect which governs the subatomic world and the hidden Laws of Nature:  the “holy and invisible order of gravity”.

2 For the Rose and the Fire are one

“… all manner of things shall be well
when the tongues of flame are in-folded 
into the crowned knot of fire 
and the Rose and the Fire are one.”

T.S.Eliot, Four Quartets

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Gravity – like a flock of starlings – is the manifest flow of a myriad mini-conductors. The web-land can be used this way.

We are on the move towards getting some of it right – because a supra-Consciousness prevails among our cells, homeopathically – but the gross margin of error fills our vision.  Sometimes we lift our sight above the troubled clouds.  From embracing a wider view of ourselves and history, we may come to ground, act locally, and let the Aquariel contagion spread.

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

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

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I shall be working also with a friend, Peter Chatalos, whose article/thesis “Gaia Living with Aids: Towards reconnecting Humanity with Ecosystem Autopoeisis, using Metaphors of the Immune System” is stored at http://www.interscience.wiley.com

Wishing you peace and blessings for Solstice … to hear a still small voice at the winter hearth by candlelight;  the Axis Mundi through our centre turns.  All is well, and all manner of things shall be well.

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The World Dancer, Tarot key 21

The World Dancer, Tarot key 21

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

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