An interlude between the Trinosofia chapter 9 (previous post) and chapter 10 … Go into the cave. Find the jewel!
My labours can bear lovely fruit. What a joyous and at moments hilarious soul clearing and convergence at a point in time; a beautiful Piece from the sky dropped into place, The sky goes on doing that, whatever the dream on the ground!
Happiness flowed back into my life. The kernel is the Liberation which – repeatedly challenged – seems to project my profound alchemic purpose in this lifetime. It touches beyond my view. To be a watcher, a bystander, is fascinating, because I know at last the other part of the story – L’s friendship with T at the end of his life. Did a renewed gesture of grace glow within that? Without going into my own narrative detail here … what private matter awakens in your map of life?
Catch the connection, the dew, the gem; edge of the robe of the Holy One; the joy of living; the place where the Shadow transforms. When that happened like the sun coming out, I knew my heart’s desire was for us to be family. After L died, I had a dream, and in that reality, we were. It prevailed through the Karmic wandering off-course, like a rock with the coverings washed away.
The blind lead the blind, but the sense of hearing detects great Wisdom as toilsome processes in the soul touch base and are released. There is a beautiful, breath-taking visit of the Enigma. It is like the virgin holding the Holy Child in her lap. Yes, the Enigma. The Enigma is freedom. One of my Trinosofia drawings is called Enigma. It is a great low arch built of brick like a bridge, convex or concave; and under it in the darkness, a kind of conversation starts to glow and activate.
Go into the cave, find the jewel, the gem, and bring it out into the world. Go deep, as deep as you can; and bring it to life! The ripple coalesces with an earth movement through innumerable persons’ soul process around the world. Though yours! That is the all-connecting timbre; the awakening reality of living in the Master’s Eye; the enabler. It stops me in my tracks.
All day yesterday putting the new Trinosofia Nine post together. That is a journey into the cave. The initiate in red (Mars) brings out the cadaver, but the Light of the Lake will dissolve the cadaver into the jewel; the Photon. Through the dead, the atoms move and the Unexpected happens. It is an utterly different coming to life, from what was thought about in the surface plan. This principle holds for the deeper and wider collective.
My daughter discovered a new industry called Heliogen which seems to have just launched itself publicly. It hives solar energy with hexagonal mirrors, like a lighthouse. There is also a new eyesore gadget gravity tower with cranes lifting and dropping concrete blocks – a child’s toy – it is called an “Energy Vault”. We will in the next few years be living in a world of aggressively competing green and solar industries! The human sleek suit, tie and footprint is utilised to make a change; to work like ants on what has been spoiled. It combines crackpot inventor with a new style of informality with the customer, to promote dialogue, transparent access and nice-guy leadership.
The lightening of my heart today is because of alchemy, because of going into the cave with Le Comte, with a widening of my open arms and heart. I told a friend who visited yesterday and saw the drawings on my kitchen table, that it is Phoenix. He rang later and said he was moved by them.
Ah – the virgin holds the Holy Child, astonished; I drew her for a charity Xmas card – the original lay there on the table, with Trinosofia drawings 8, 9 and 10 … the whole picture. and I was struck just now this moment with the wonder of the Holy Child in my arms. Whenever the miracle chimes in life, the dark organ-notes transmute. The wonder of it was – when still ashes – the weight of the cadaver in the cave. How extraordinary life is.
An I Ching Oracle from a different time touches today.
A little more with the Rabbi Ching. This contemplation stripped of my own details, is offered for your reflection also. Conduct of the tao?
It is Heaven over Lake “Treading”, changing to Heaven over Heaven, “the Creative”.
This old Advaita sketch of “the Tiger’s jaws” inverts the I Ching image, but you may imagine yourself walking behind the tiger. The oracle says:
“Treading on tiger’s tail; but the tiger does not bite the man, because it is light hearted and in good humour. The weak follows the strong and is scared. One handles wild intractable people, with decorum. There is no envy in the elevations of heaven and the lake. The discussion is of the hierarchy of inner worth – respecting the grades – and this is somewhere in the mutual soul history and its castes.
“A Yin line changing to Yang in 3rd place – Don’t be reckless. If I have one eye and am lame, I can see and tread a bit, but not enough. To plunge ahead is only the way of a warrior battling for his Prince. Is that necessary? Understand the situation’s polarities first. Get to know them. Give it time.
“The whole fruit yin yang has to be given time, because the Creative it changes to, is so powerful: a massive tiger indeed. I feel cautious and frightened of saying too much. “Treading” 10 is before “T’ai” – Peace 11. In the internal trigrams of “Treading”, Wind and Lake combine. The yielding Yin turns to Water Abysmal, deep inside. She enters with fear and trembling; it is crucial to the Conduct of character and creation. Joyousness moves in the same direction as the Creative. “Respect” suggests an apprentice. I am easily bitten by the tiger here. It awakens a Simon Forman glamour misgiving.
“Treading” changes to the full Yang Creative: and the Creative can go any which way, according to the Conduct preceding it. Six big dragons. As one Heaven Day follows another, it creates Time and Space and Duration. Cast out all which is inferior or degrading. The ideal is tireless. It suggests the Interior and Supernal guidance following itself.
My three relationship situations through different times are inter-woven, in terms of dynamic. The base line is the philosophy, deeper than playtime, to transform the dark tones into light. Observing alchemical quanta, the way is not analytical (which wastes time). The way is of worship. What is worship? It is when the small self stands aside for the miracle, the unknown Wholeness to fill the jug; to keep silent. These details don’t make sense to an outsider but are important for me to grasp with clarity as I love and am committed to the process of Being.
The 10th Gene Key (I Ching “Treading”) is called “Ease of Being”. It moves from the Self-Obsession Shadow through the discovered gift of Naturalness to “Being”. The beauty is under all the rocks and weathers. Be still! The pure underground river of your life flows out from a limestone cave and into the world.
River emerges: Malham, Yorkshire
And touching on a dream in my journal six years ago:
In connection with a healing adventure with some companions, I wore my long white Arab nightdress – we went out along the street to another house. I forgot to put my shoes on, so my feet were clean and bare – even in February. Purity. A younger woman held my left hand. When I woke, I thought of this: the hand and ripe body touched, of an older mature woman, me. I am this older mature woman place/space, and I must occupy and be her! I have no other choice in all the world.
This and no other, of all the spaces in the world is mine and where I have to be, like it or not, and wake up! Move into this space and be its conscious choice, just as an electron state moves into an orbital particle. In fact, WE DO NOT LIVE INSIDE OURSELVES! We live sort of around ourselves, around the surface body, smearing it with crèmes and clothes and frightened of its interior, touching the blank with clumsy caution, and making up vast lifestyles which entertain & admit the displacement volume but do not enter it. It is blind, blank, neglected – festooned with models, glamour, athletic workout and fantasy.
But what of the miraculous, Earth’s organs of Life inside; liver, heart, lungs, kidneys, womb, blood, endocrines? The vibrant meridian paths, the nadis? They are designed with the constellations in sacred geometry; the glory of their colour and movement eternally hidden from the physical eye. Alchemy is in the dark. As soon as any piece of it is taken out of the body, it collapses and is dead.
Except for birth itself … the child!
I was in white and barefoot. This means my Body of Light. Quite rightly, I never subscribed to the teaching that one must somehow hop into a projected shell. In this local bloodstream waterfall, I live and travel to every accessible dimension. This is a significant subconscious recognition, or shift.
Here, Saint-Germain speaks on the subject of …
THIS, YOUR BODY
is the instrument
whereon may be played the Song of Life.
Nay, it is more than this,
for on this harp of ten thousand strings
the wind of the Spirit moves ever,
and sounds night and day
the melodies and harmonies
of that Eternal Song.
Yet few there be with ears to hear.
For that hearing is too often dulled
by the noisy clamour of the world’s illusion.
Yet he who has eyes to see,
and mind to remember,
may see that the heart of meaning
has to do with Hearing.
How few there are
for the still small music
of the Eternal Song!
From Master R’s Teaching on Malkuth (1947) in The Book of Tokens