Mysteries of Master R – Part 8: Three Trinosofia paintings

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Tifareth

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

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

trinosofia bird lamp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dakinis 40,42,41,6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HOWEVER!

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

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

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

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

rahu 6 aslan

rahu 5 - woman and sea

… and by Air:  a turning Mevlana Dervish

rahu 4 - turning dervish

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

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

the law of the Dance.

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Link to Three Trees of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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When Reflecting on The Lovers …

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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.

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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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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.

4  Cube 3 copy

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

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

Annika and Aslan sketch

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

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

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

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

Let it crack you open

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

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

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The still, small voice 
connects. 

If you look HERE 
you’ll find. 

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

You may not hear 
what touches you 

but HERE, my songs 
in your tree are lovebirds.

Poems of Eclipse 1999

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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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

Gaele Arnott

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The prime minister in the Daily Mail

Flooded Britain – the prime minister in the Daily Mail

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

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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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Move to the other side of the Hermit’s Face

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The Hermit:  key nine of hermetic Tarot

The Hermit: key nine of my hermetic Tarot

This morning has a deep gentle calm on the open sea.

The other day it occurred to me, to step round the Hermit’s Ba bird, and gaze up into his face, his dark eyes, his lamp with the Seal of Solomon.  This is the light of stars, and also the inner light of man.

It is as any other face, a little wider than expected but … to face him thus, seems to cross the bridge between brains right and left – the walnut.   The Hermit is consciousness, and I approaching from his left, am subconscious.  As I step round to look up into his face, I align with his intuitive side.  There is a taste of bread and honey.

I stepped round his Ba and his staff into the cave which he is:  his own in-turned, heartward contemplation.  I look at that.

It is like glimpsing the Furnace of the Universe.  The galactic wheels, cauldrons, stars and fires throughout the Universe, turn.   Within my spine I slowly turn, like the neck of a swan:  axis mundi.

“Daily practice of the thought that the personal life is directly guided by a higher intelligence, daily remembrance of the truth that nobody can do anything of himself, daily endeavour to approach all conditions and circumstances from this point of view – these are the fundamentals of the training which makes us true possessors of the power of the Hermit’s path of wisdom” …  and its contentment.

Paul Foster Case

Human life evolves by the play of contrasts.

Goddess with swan - A childhood drawing, circa 1956 - probably copied from Leonardo

Goddess with swan – A childhood drawing, circa 1956 – probably copied from Leonardo

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“From intellectual recognition of the true nature of the central Self, to perfect identification with the cosmic memory … the cosmic process is meditation – the meditation of Kaivalya, ALONE”

Paul Foster Case

Sacred India Tarot 6 disks, buddha's enlightenment copy

The Life Power that All is One …  is alone.  I feel this flow through my veins, as well as the resistant personal stuff.   Where would flow be, without the dark bits to move along? … wave and particle.  In my picture of the Buddha’s enlightenment, that wave flows across it, with its bits of grit and song.   We feel its direction through us like the Dust in His Dark Materials.  We feel the soft seamless glide, guide and shift whenever we slow down and hear.   Whereabouts do I select to identify?  Or is it by blind habit?  The dial is given me to tune and turn.

Nowadays circles with dots in the middle have gone out of fashion, and it is by digital finger-tap up or down – little columns – that we adjust the wavelength.   Use whatever illustrates the principle best.   The dial is satisfying, employing the ancient delicate skill of thumb and forefinger.   Digi-technology begins to atrophy this.   Finger is gone – it is all thumb, like a growing ape, with much wider guidelines, a kindergarten primer.  Even the wheel is going slow – with more people sitting at home to travel and rove.   We have buttons on our brows.   We browse.

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The Perfect Law has Beauty for its foundation.  Eliphas Levi:  “black magic is organized madness.”  True magic is in the Will – an intense, expectant receptivity.

The Hermit Squares the Circle.  This means the divine circle, the sphere of cosmos, submits to its expression on the little ground – four compass directions + up, down, and becomes a map, a terrain.  A Mandala sits in a room, and its opposite numbers breathe together through the open Cup at centre.

A recent group work, with all the participants facing each other.  Each represents a Path, a Sefira, a Zodiac and a holy animal

A recent group work, with all the participants facing each other. Each represents a Path, a Sefira, a Zodiac and a holy animal.  See Mandala – a Demonstrated Democracy

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I know in my own mind, that primitive magic and modern science-theory are bedfellows. The passionate tension to prove or enforce a phenomenon, feels identical.  For instance, in straight psychology, the effort of mind to square a circle literally, is no different from attempting to command the laws of nature.  I used to fiddle around to prove things, and get overwrought;  I no longer try.  A heart seeking honesty arrives openly.

An unobstructed channel manifests the Heavenly Order.

Hamsa Great Swan

Hamsa Great Swan

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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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