Mysteries of Master R (17) – Trinosofia 10: Solar Battery


I would prefer to add a short succinct impression to Master R’s meditation and Mr Hall’s commentary on Chapter Ten in the Trinosofia Texts (see title bar and scroll down.)  But skimming my journal of the last few days, teachings appear.

These teachings arise spontaneously in the movement with Magid; so here they are:

It came clear to me that we outgrow the need for practices or ritual.  The form was built in during the “lessons” and it is the Tree of Life.  My writing is my body of Light to enter, to travel and to encounter existentially.  Though I feel foggy and groggy, I remember that stepping into body of Light is the Tsim Tsum itself (God beholds God) – step into the unknown day of the Holy One’s room …  Creep along wet autumn ground-leaves among birch and oak like a rabbit.

Master R is near.  I love the simplicity I am brought to – this gradual tentative way to connect.  The so-called weak force (gravity) brings me Home.

Original illustration – Trinosofia Chapter 10

My SOS call to Master R invokes the Tree. Just able to reach Tifareth, again and again I try, not as the talisman the shallow mind proposes, but in the inner work to get the door open again – lift the lid; listen, receive, notice, allow room for the picture to develop.  The Beauty is to be aware of flat-screen habit and consciously observe the depth of field.  The famous tsim tsum genesis of the Holy One to create a space to behold the Holy One  – the big bang – is potential in every instant.

The human linear trap is sad indeed and due for overhaul, and lucky I am to see above the waves sometimes.  The landscape reveals that the Great Change is true.  The present co-dependent infrastructure cannot prevail for long.  Yet there are a vast quantity of rooms for it all;  parallel universes, parallel lives and times work out their span as history erupts.  Mostly we cannot see this and we labour along one groove, in peril or as habit continues to form.  A sea of rooftops and hard roads surrounds us.

It will become a flowering spring wilderness.  As the feelings deepen into my heart the “Thou art God” opens.  So there is the undulating field-and-urban North country landscape (intra-Pennines) with its sharp hills and sprawling industry cities. Most of the people (except for the homeless) are living inside tablets of luxury.  Into the land going deeper are the cracks and creases of wet woodland, a high gritstone crag and clear brown river, even with the paper-mill puffing smoke and lorries up and down the lane. Great moss-covered slabs fell from the cliff and are overgrown. Around the populous twisted valleys gleam the high cold moors.

I feel, seeing the complicated north country, more than ever convinced of the underlying Change, even though the juggernaut grinds on faster than ever against the brake.  I differentiate between my way of seeing and the inertia way of dreaming.  It is natural for the majority to sleepwalk.

Decorations accompanying chapters 10 and 9 in the book.  The pencil notes are jottings from Anthar  Kharana’s teachings for human/Gaia, which I listened to, while I drew.  “Territory in palm of hand lines – transform territory out there by taking care of territory in here. The cells put together form creative blood.  Families … villages … continents.  Transform my Wind, the way I think.  As my actions change, so does the wind and the cloud.  Give attention to the inner waters, the blood flow.  Let’s clean the rivers!  The 4 elements IN HERE start the Change.  The human asked for Light and got the Shadow. (The human gets to illumine the Dark.)  My purpose is taking care of the seeds for the new time.”  (Anthar Kharana, Colombia)


The Tsim Tsum here is simple.  Step into the room.   The whole movement is an apple, a form of sacred geometry, ever alive and forming itself.  It is for giving. It is as alive and rounded as that, today.  There is no time.  There is ripening and continuous alignment – the Fruit of the Rose.  This is real: not the flat-screen telly product.  Depth, and more depth, in seeing, perceiving, feeling, being – into the crevices of the land and behind the mind.  Illumine and drive out the beetled doubts.


I dreamed I walked with my late forgiven and much loved nemesis up a wide path in a wood.  I had just seen a film which moved me, like the 6th Sun and he had too.  But he was grumpy and said it meant nothing to him.  He was in late middle age, quite tall and bulky, and disappointed that the treasures humans offer him are so slight and superficial.


I feel concern at my inability to continue a course of esoteric study –  am I losing my Contact?  Too much world and relationships?

Then Master R in his Merlin aspect came to my Flow and said,

“Do you want to stay in a bubble, or do you want to flow as the river?   No course of learning is permanent.  They are means to an end.   The end breaks open the graduation cell, and you feel the world rush in.   It bruises the nerve ends.   I say to you – keep swimming with Providence.   The landscape by which you find me, is roped and ridged with hills and valleys like water stirred by the wind, or ripples in the sand, or waves in the sea, or the grain in the wood.   The hills and valleys have woods, villages and fields.   Convert the solid to fluidity:  be at home in every element – the tumbling cube.    Keep learning to listen, concentrate and ascertain your friend’s need, a situation’s need, without fussing and without suffering:  be flexible.   We assure you – you are never without our regard.  You are never without our guidance.   You have not strayed.   How can you stray?  Where to?

“The oak tree –the red queen pulled Alice – is too vast to run past, however fast you run.   The oak tree is all your life and understanding.

“Consider this – study and working on yourself has little time to stand and gaze at the oak tree in all its glory.   Be this the lesson of this present year:  stand still, raise your head and look – like a deer in the forest.    We packed you full of learning.   Now receive.

“Discard glamour and embrace the Good.  It is for giving.  It is like the oak tree.  The oak tree is life.  Keep going.   Climb up it sometimes.”

Here is Menes – an aspect of Merlin in my world.  He lives on an island in a lake, a smallholder, and he can live on very little – I wondered there, about his supplies.  But the ancient and new wisdom is self-generating, without need for much “supplies”.  It is the interior crystal or power and nourishment source. All it needs is to wake up to and tune in to where it hums.  It is there: the conscious battery-cell.  There are some outward forms to make it manifest – like harvesting apples and keeping bees – but it is timelessly easier.  There is little resistance.

Like Master R he is adequately fuelled by oats, honey and fresh water.   I am sure he keeps hens.   He presses strong cider from his fruit trees.   He is quite busy.  Profoundly Virgoan, he somehow manages to grow and grind enough oats and wheat for his bread, and for visitors. He has the gift of the Magidim to expand his present supply – the well never empties.   It is the Way of handling the physical environment, a way of touch.   I can learn everything from this, to nourish the way I accompany my loved ones.

Such a being is maintained physically through his well-fed students.   We give him manifestation.  It is a high Beriatic Law which in lower Yetzirah gets perverted to vampirism.   Vampirism is not just Dracula tales, it is rampant through ignorance in relationships and the commercial world.   But the Law between student/disciple and the Inner-plane being, is the Law of love – a two-way current of regeneration.   As Ramesh Balsekar used to say, there is no Guru until the devotee discovers and makes him so.   Guru manifests in dialogue, in relationship.  Guru takes shape and eternal fluid form, according to the desire for space, for peace and interior contact.

The interior contact established, is Antakharana or pipeline for the Maestri.   It is the conduit from an electron orbit of life, to a higher one.  Through Daat on the Tree, the quantum leaps. Profound distress is often the prompt.   Out of the depth we cry to thee, and we leap.

Parker Stafford, a glass worker whose writings waken the Infinite, wrote to me once – his own hermit speaking:  “… a peculiar way of learning to see or look … can stir the two energies enough to get them moving in this grand experience which is awakening – which is the heart of alchemy in the body.  Bringing them forward in this way is like connecting the negative and positive ends of a battery.  The light comes on.

“… perhaps you are ready to die to that tight restrictive self you have inhabited bubble … snake skin … constantly being shed over and over … perhaps ready to watch the shell of it slip into the deep quiet as rays of light beckon for you to reach up into the sparkling surface of what is, in truth, a great ocean of cosmic consciousness … a sea we all swim in whether we know it or not.  You lose only what does not serve you …”

The battery comes on, as the poles are touched.   This feeling I know well;  and when it comes on gently, it conducts.

I had an old fascination with a dark woody twig, wand or pole, which is the battery to awake.   When it is awake, it is simple; no skins to shed – the battery and the Light.   The  torch illumining the coal face is SO SIMPLE.  The old relationship was a battery.  It battered, and light came.  But it is actually a little long-life battery cell with + and – ends. The couple sleep head to toe. My nature converted it to original light and power, not just a congealed memory.   Thus it is not an attachment but an instrument.   “Convert” is the root of “conversation”.

The token offered this morning is RESPONSE, as in the button pressed which joins the poles and gives light.  My solar battery is the pair of snakes around the staff;  the battery is the Fountain:  the battery is Kether-Malkuth.

This is a sequence of battery paintings in my past work – lovers costing too much blood, the snake, the horse cantering round the mud, the naked She sitting by it, the torches at the coal face … and perhaps the male thrusting through the wall, the shaman forest and the heart-strings.

Clearly, I use a CONVERTER.





Copy of a design in the pages of the Trinosofia Chapter 10

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

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Mysteries of Master R – 16: Transform Dark tones into Light


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 that in the past, my heart’s desire was for us to be family.  After L died, I had a dream, and in that reality he came to me, and we were. It  prevailed through the Karmic wandering off-course, like a rock with the coverings washed away.

dew on leaf

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 …

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.

Variation on  a decoration in this chapter of the Trinosofia book.  The Hebrew letters Resh, Qoph, Kaph, represent the head, the back of the head and the hand.

How few there are
who listen
for the still small music
of the Eternal Song!


From Master R’s Teaching on Malkuth (1947) in The Book of Tokens








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

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Golden Sol Thread

Revising some older writings of ten years ago, I came across this, as it speaks to me today:

Tarot square around 8

4    5   6
7    8   9
10 11 12



“In quietness and confidence shall be my strength.”  Invariably obey what the Inner Voice suggests.  As my personal drama slowly erodes, the power of life begins to shine through, like a giant gem long obscured by river silt. This is the true meaning of the rock which moves!


I noticed … how the teaching and design is expressed through the centre Key, which influences the Keys encircling it. Key 8 in the centre awakes at once the interior peace which both eclipses and illumines her cohorts – they are just pictures.   The idea of a shield or enclosure disappeared.   The need to use words is replaced:   just look.

All occult and eastern teaching is aimed at:  quietening the mind.   That’s all.  In His strength is my peace– a Bible quote. Strength is Key 8, as visually and verbally suggested.  The quality of strength – as the Hanged Man has entered the picture – is without stress.   This quality is contrary to worldly angst and political way of thought: a revolution. Effort drops naturally into place.  Sitting down rather grumpy, and feeling the truth flow through me, frees me at once from my anxious vanities.  The truth is infinite, in every direction. It is a prize, yet inescapable! to be this function.  Writing doesn’t tumble through my mind.   It comes slow, phrase by phrase, for my Companions of the Light and I adjusted the dictating speed.   And I hear ISSA, and like Mary in the house of Martha, I no longer worry about how I’m going to get things done today!

The point at which the Worlds move through each other, is peace.

My real understanding is ahead of me.   It receives enough from the picture, which I don’t know yet how to spell.   And I need not spell, for it informs me anyway.   Now I am the pre-literate child.   Maybe, as children, we know far more intuitively than we will when school cages the lion cub in alphabets and sums.  When we learn to read, that dimensional and un-booked memory is lost.


Yesterday – a conversation with George, a fellow poet. We worked right through ‘the Lens’ together.  I agreed with nearly all his suggestions for trimming lines and revealing the meaning more clearly.   Best of all, he – a linear mind – understood all the important bits.  The dimensional imagery is clear to him.   It “quickens” him eagerly.

This is what my poems and works are for – to interact and self-improve with others, and indeed to receive mutual strength of perception:  dialogue.  This function transcends the publishers coffin.   He reminded me that Coleridge and Wordsworth constantly improved each other’s.  My works are not set in the printing press.  They will always have small flaws. They have reached the point at which – like the limestone cave image, stalagmite to stalactite – a place of meeting happens.   This gentle interchange is STRENGTH.  From it flows a path of miracles.

The point at which the Worlds move through each other is peace.  It is my synthesized child perception.  It has no history, nor sense that day by day I shall improve.  It just happens and is.   I have toiled over all my manuscripts simply so they are available to meetings of the soul, and can go on being perfected.   The Stone of Life is in a constant asymmetry of perfecting.  How can my vessel be otherwise?  And how can my physical chamber be other than a semi polished rock?

The small flaw is as the child is in the grownup world.  I don’t want to tout an Inner Child – this seems to me rather naff.   The small flaw is my reality as an alchemist.   The synthesized child perception is the result of turning what I learned as a grownup back into the Yorkshire harebells – how I imagine my pre-school liberty.  At this point of meeting, the Philosopher’s Stone glows, the river flows, I grow, I grow wide.

I cannot do other than acknowledge this point.

With this clarity, the point – the fluid precious Stone which gleams like a star – has nothing to do with egg-on-face, narcissus or vanity, though these problems often veil it for a bit.   It just is.   As I realised long ago, Self-enquiry tends to dissolve mental construction.   Self-enquiry is a black hole into Star-hood – star-being, star-born. The unpublished literature of heaven, is full of Willie Maddisons and Richard Jeffreys …!

The point yet – as I write of it and from it daily – engages me continually in the task of words.  The human world is words at the moment.   I am human-embodied.  My writing leads me to the point, like a sentence to full stop.

The point where I am, IS.   My job is to tend the root.  Ta-Root. Tarot’s provenance into the neighbourhood is handled by the Elohim.

Instead of credo in unum deum, I could say thou art I am, or that thou art.  TAT TWAM ASI.  Thou art God.  This honours Hebraic and Vedic traditions, and has no box.

The law of the Sun is a photon-lattice whose appearance is stars – galactic stars.   The photon-lattice is a web.   This web penetrates the entirety of life, as interconnected filaments. ISSA as Jesus, walked on it as water.   Self-knowledge in the web makes a little pressure in it, which influences the photon paths around it.  I mean now, the inner photons of the astral airs which envelope and swirl around us.  We are not solid beings.   We are atomic receptivities, with inter-stellar space around each particle of blood, bone and flesh.   Self-knowledge in the web is a spider.   I spun my beautiful careful infinite web around and around, and here I sit, and sometimes a fly comes called George.   But I don’t eat my flies.   They fly from my web and they too are spiders and spin.   Look at the myriad mandala webs, each one a star!  This is how we are.  When they talk of the 36 LAMED VAV righteous ones encircling planet Earth with a golden net to defeat the dark brethren, they actually refer to these conscious strands – mostly unconscious – within each one, ourselves, under-earth.

Every single struggler carries the thread of gold.  The thread of gold is all of us.   Even in the shell shocked who are now feral thieves, murderers, religious fanatics and robbers of  wealth.   In them it is buried.  In them it is coffin sunk, but it is there.   Now, the golden thread is, in the Astral Light – the imagination of human nature – a coagulant.   It coalesces and essentially is projected as the Masters or Magidim:   the media of God.   For God this golden thread is.   Such ideas stretch my soul.   They are apparently few in number, but their compass is unlimited.

Detachment, objectivity and compassion, are traits which I highly prize.  Children do not yet develop these.  Thus, I am a synthesized child:   thus, is my aim.   In the everyday sense, I work at my detachment and objectivity, jettisoning the emotional tsunamis which have served their purpose.   Detachment and objectivity open a deeper delight and intimacy with life.

Thus, the white woman tames the red lion’s mouth and waving tail.

Annika and Aslan

The colour of this Key is gold – the secret of the works – and golden threads appear today as they do from time to time in my laboratory:  the seams and veins of the Sun within the rock – the Stone.   Taoist sages confronted with the immensity in their humble muddy lives, shrug and say “who knows?” – or nothing at all.  They go on crossing the Great River.   This moment in the world is unalterably transcending.

The moment comes independently of any surface condition or mood.

Simple inner silence with the beloved is itself orgasmic in a highly subtle way, the unending and unebbing power of the Sun.

I was shown a picture of the surface of the Sun – a detail of about 60,000 square miles.   It consists of billions of filaments of fire power, like waving hair, each “tube” is an entire landscape across, each one connected to every single other through the root.   Thus, we are.  Thus, we are the Sun’s action: and thus, the embrace of the beloved, and the sexual know how.  It is unending and unebbing, here this moment.    Tiny planet Mercury is a dot.

So much for the scienticks’ big bang which starts and stops a sentence!   Just one sentence in the Book of Books.   One sentence is what I and I and I travel along each lifetime, existentially equipped.

The intuition of the Sun’s threads advises me that there is more in human-earth’s apparent disasters than meets the eye.  Unimaginable resources are there to tap, and are in operation.  What we see is the collapse of a house of phantoms into Reality.  Cosmic law from time to time enters spring-clean mode and raises the dust.   Consciousness IS THE Sun.  Evil is the forgetting of life.

How close these words are:  forget and forgive.  One of those rather stunning paradoxes of relative pressure.  Forget and beget come from the same root, as do forgive and forget.  As evil is live in the mirror, it suggests that a principle was forgotten and became distorted and turned to lies.   This force competes with the power of the Sun, but only to a limited extent.   The way to meet Old Knickers is to laugh at him and turn his pentacle round:  then his bat wings fall off and the Archangel appears.  We all know how very difficult it is to laugh at ourselves in full spate, or at torturers.   Evil – in my perception as far as it goes – is a chosen obscuration of the light. This version overwhelms and destroys and fantastically wastes time and energy:  but there is no thing which is not God. The metanoia realises.


The Great Invocation says “and may it seal the door where evil dwells.”  For door, read literally, mouth.  For the chosen form of speech to persuade, may manifest as evil.   To seal the door, suggests disabling the mouth which would harm, from speech, or from being listened to.

This week’s tarot Square and realisation is coloured by the Hanged Man who signifies Completion of the Great Work.  It is headed by the Emperor, in whom as Aries, the Sun is exalted.  He has the reasoning power.   The Hanging Man has the profundity of the submission.  Note:  both have their legs crossed in the same way.   Both form the symbol of Fire, and in Key 12 the fire inverts, turns blue and becomes the dew, with a silvery aureole.

Now this detail of the fire which flows and the water that burns, is itself the Whole – through the diagonal of 4,8,12.  What beauty.

(November 2010)


Fragment from poem “The Lens”:

Drawn up into a
dark cave whose glory drop by drop
the rain through aeons carved,
as stalagmite to stalactite
my soul evolves
from floor to point of meeting.

Let us draw time,
draw together this space.
My flame drinks wick; in watered rock
my mirrored twin appears – 
mineral kingdom interpolates
vesica pisces, droplet rock
to drop deposit.

Not by earthly measure large, this chamber – 
by a candle illumined: a single drop, a sea.
In limestone cave the work through ages dark
as organs of our inner body, gleams.

Hollowing this Gothic sphere, I am
the ages’ hourglass – 
an instant yes, awakens sight:
the hallowing fire.

Credo in deum, tat tvam asi …

(From The Master’s Eye – 1992 – 2009)




Asphodel, by Paul & Pam Markham

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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.


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




19 sun - Version 2

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


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.


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


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.


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.


Children of the world, 2007

Children of the world, 2007





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

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