Summer Oracle 3 – the Dying and the Guardians

Posted on August 1, 2018 by janeadamsart

Aslan and Annika

Here is Part Three of the “Summer Oracle” sequence, containing a second Tarot reading, about three weeks after the first one. For my method, see Part One (23 June) in the series. Again there was a local-interest prompt, but it turned out to mean much more than that, and to develop the earlier one further. It was partly because I didn’t shuffle the deck thoroughly, but … there are no accidents.

In this post, my journal preambles along up until the Tarot spread itself (about half way through), to develop the sense and setting.

Journal, 14 July 2018

Right now? A weight of sorrow and fatigue in my stomach; frail legs and soreness in my being. I go to see my mother this afternoon. It is Le Quatorze, my parents’ wedding anniversary (1947). Hot cloud inside. And be gentle and go slow and be present. Thank God I have no spouse to walkie-talkie all my bad habits at. Sit still and listen. The Infinite Resource is here.

Head by Brancusi, in Paris

That watery break-in yesterday – deluge of sudden rain tossed through wide open windows when I was out – might have damaged a few gramophone records and cds which I hardly ever listen to anyway? … but jogged me again to start clearing excess from the corners of my mind, my house.

Memento Mori – remember death. There is the stillness deep inside. The lighthouse keeper kindles lamp again. Regarding my old friend and teacher whose health recently broke down – which Tarot Key is ‘on call’ for him right now?

Temperance – 14 – the Guardian angel. Just this one, for now.

Key 14 is the “DIVINE REGULATOR” since my childhood. Patience! As Eliphas Levi said, the Tarot keyboard is an encyclopaedia of the cosmos. A student of the Magical Life needs no other book.

So blow fair or foul, the wind is pure.

BOTA Tarot Tableau: three septenaries, seven columns: the keyboard. This deck is published by the Builders of the Adytum in black and white: each student colours and thereby empowers his or her own deck, following the Builders’ strict guidelines. The colours of the Keys have audial resonance also.

Journal 17 July 2018 Brambles and Roses

At my mother’s house in Somerset, huge engagement with a beast of mature bramble, shaggy rose bush and overgrown buddleia – I barbered it all back, cleared the undergrowth and deadwood inside and knitted the rose streamers around the big rotten maple stump to keep it standing. All day: and heavily scratched. Top of ladder gingerly to barber the buddleia. Then we chopped up the vast pile of thorny streamers into three large bags for the dump and enjoyed much fun together about my grandmother, especially her “Let’s hope it’s not twins” the day my sister went into labour with Toby. We also joked about “slavery to the body” – the tyranny of my mother’s old age self-maintenance. I see at the same time, the rhapsodic teenager at Scatwell in Easter Ross – her Land Army experiences during the war … I have all her letters of that time, they were preserved – and her hoity toity upbringing as an Ede – root and branches of her long life. Her new neighbours are delightful. Three thrilled brown children, their strong, warm mother, elegant dad and two cats … all the way from Qatar desert and skyscrapers to green grass, hills, beasts and flowers!

Back in London, I went to visit my old friend, who is in respite care at the moment. The long death runway is a sobering leveller. Those with great esoteric learning are no more protected from the ravages of dislocated ego than anyone else. Watch the thorns, roses and mannerisms – which I know well – coming out. Watch my own, as they are NOW, and what it must be like to be collapsed, weak and fearful. You can’t concentrate to read and you are totally dependent on others, and trapped in your personal unease nightmare. Yet Nature is breaking down the container to release the essence.

Journal 18 July 2018 Ice Cream

Oh my yattering wittering droning Yesod! It is one thing to live with and suffer it all day and every now and then remember to send it a blast from Siva’s third eye. It is another thing to consider how its type – my weed – may blossom into full glory when the rest of my Tree loses its leaves. The personal type comes out as the inexorable process tidies up.

The inexorable process is like an Angel. It isn’t sentimental. It has its job to do, the heart of which is cosmic compassion … transcending and yet still within daily human stress and feeling. When the body of an old teacher breaks down, his feeling of helplessness must be enraging, desperate and dark. Sometimes nothing and no one is reliable. His adventure craves care and tenderness. Sometimes it shines through him, and sometimes it fragments. It is a landscape. All his lifetimes are at work.

I think what’s needed is an accepting silence so he feels heard – and hears the condition and life as it is. And for myself? A golden opportunity to sweep my reactive mind and identify the Complainer. Don’t allow my Complainer to trot endlessly. Send in a searchlight: illumine the reactive chitchat, slow it down. The pudding is in the eating. We are in the Aquarian age; rather than sit at another’s feet, we teach ourselves to be responsible. Recognise the personal drivel and drone and … seeing it, enter its flowering branch of feeling; and pause. That pause is love, which changes its nature!

My life meets an adventurous beauty with the dying: the unknown portal of their birth and moment of illumination. I began “preparing for my death” when I left my parents’ home all those years ago, and sat bound hand and foot to my Chief Feature in the Tree – (the Chief Feature is a Gurdjieff term for the Shadow) – sitting in a big beech at Brockwood after a Krishnamurti talk in 1974; I was in despair. How to liberate? My apparent lack of success over nearly half a century is relative! I made two great discoveries. One was when I identified poetically with the homing-pigeon above the world. In that moment of freedom I outgrew blaming others for my sorrows. I valued my sorrows and stresses in the breadth and varied contour of the landscape I had chosen to fly along.

The other discovery was to slow down my Mercurial thought-centre to align with my physical moving-centre (another Gurdjieff theme). When I slowed it down to the rate of physical speech it lost interest in itself verbally and became a living being. That is what I mean by “entering its branch”. Thinking is unconsciously generated, but when I enter the branch the narrative slows down, becomes aware and even stops.

To enter the branch is to face and value the living space; for most of my automatic thinking is dead.

Ramana Arunachala

“Mind is a bundle of thoughts.”

Another discovery was with Ramana Maharishi – his teaching of the aham-vritti, the Raft on which all the vegetation grows. When I notice these things I don’t take the stuff so seriously, and when I don’t take it seriously I start to wean the battle. Moving into the flowering branch (for any thought amounts to that), a living sap replaces the monologue.

Recognise the voice which is being allowed to chair; and let it go transparent. Let my sense of dislocation dissolve back into the unconditional unity of my being. I often find nothing to say, and stay rather long, and complain afterwards. Do I listen to what others say about their doings? Or do I “ice-cream” them with my own flavours?

The Emerald Table of Hermes

In the GREAT WORK OF ALCHEMY Paul Foster Case writes about Libra, Sublimation – the conversion of a solid into vapour bypassing the liquid form, and back to solid as in the Emerald Table. In the Four Worlds the solid is Assiyah, the aerial vapour is Beriah. Liquid in formation are the reflections in Yetzirah between these states. Clouds drift through the alchemical glass vase. Libra’s Tarot Key is 11 – Justice.

This key is called “the Faithful Intelligence”. Justice midpoints the Tarot spectrum of 22 with an illustration of the perfect Law of balance. Discover the “I AM” at the core of human personality by going causally upstream of the world of effects. In the human field, the transformative Life-breaths are incarnations: the rise and fall of samsara or thought. Paul Foster Case mentions the One Law maker: the green apples which ripen on the tree; he says “It takes just as much practice to think an unfamiliar thought as it does to perform an unfamiliar action.” He means, to reverse or change a deep seated mental habit. As my old teacher always said, “Keep practicing”. Fidelity to the practice here and now in the everyday text of my soul, is the intelligence.

This comes near what I am writing about today, concerning my Chief Feature on the skids. PFC says also that true thinking (i.e. not on the skids) is a bodily action. Sublimation is physical labour, and it begins in our minds. Facilitate it visually with the inner eye’s arrangement of complementary colours and balances in Key 11. Regarding my physical activities with climbing and with garden clearance – the labour in these is to stay in balance: core stability. Appraising an art work, from Tifareth towards Gevurah, the aesthetic or critical faculty commands with sword and scales. It earths the heart and throat centres. The cool work of Saturn in Venusian Libra is the Sun’s great work: equipoise.

Before going away at the weekend, I asked the Tarot for a Reflection – for a picture of my old friend and teacher’s condition. The first card was Temperance. I cut the deck 3 times 3 in my usual way (as described in Part One of this sequence), and first I turned over just the centre one.

Now turning over the cards to each side, and the three which underlie Temperance … I find it flanked by Key 18 – the long hard path of the Moon – and Key 19, the Sun’s work with children in the field. Under it there is the same sequence as in the 23 June reading: 20, 6, 16 (followed by 8). Add up 14,20,6,16 to find their apex or central “SHIN” … the sum is 56, reducing to 11 Justice. As in the physical body, she regulates the Tower’s catabolic breakdown and Archangel Gabriel’s Ascension of the human family. Her equipoise is encircled by the four Archangels: Mikael as Yod, Gabriel as Heh, Rafael Vav and Uriel as 2^nd Heh.

Tarot Reflection 14.7.2018

What a beautiful portal!

The Archangelic guardians around cosmic centre; they hold my friend at a point between controlled and uncontrolled ascension. Remember also, his Gene Key profile has big Ascension energy through it. The vertical plane descends gently through the horizontal one – the Temperance angel’s regulation: the Healing angel’s blessing on the lovers in Gemini; the horizontal and vertical balance in the round.

“… but to apprehend
the point of intersection of the timeless
with time, is an occupation for the saint …”

T S Eliot, Four Quartets (the Dry Selvages)

Such a glimpse suggests such profound order, that it is the true position of our world. My thought was moving into the capacity to apprehend this pattern which I laid out the other day. I didn’t open it to look until this morning.

I am shown that the Tower now at 2^nd Heh in fact performs and completes a role of perfection. Particles of disorder are rearranged through Tarot’s depth into the beautiful resonance of our natural state breaking its seedcase and giving voice. The seed splits to germinate. This is implicit through all phenomena. All phenomena contain their origin. That is what stops the mind.

Archangel Gabriel of the Waters 2002

Journal 19 July 2018 THE GREAT BREATH

My friend T-Wigg took me last night to a Prom of Messiaen’s Turangalila. And how! – There within massive musical mandalas stood the four shouting Archangels with their jaws falling right open and down to the ground! In Tarot they look very demure.

The Archangels – as in Ezekiel’s Chariot – are four of everything: the compass points North, East, West, South: the News.

My depressions with this and that are an obscuring veil, behind which stands the Archangelic Fact with its wondrous music. When I cannot integrate the keynote, it oppresses rather than uplifts. Key 11 in the centre is the attunement. The resonance is found when mind is at rest.

So of course I can. Choose Reality. In Turangalila the Angels don’t only shout, they weave a profoundly tender pattern of ascendent birdsongs.

Many messages are in this new reading. The Sun and Moon – the wolf-and-dog shadow the children. The Archangels’ explicit nature is to regulate, to announce, to heal and to arouse – and their protective field whether I know it or not, is omnipresent. Why? Not because I’m special or do good works, but because I ask and recognise. It demonstrates that the veil by which the human surface and its political sores is generally interpreted, is an incomplete and erratic picture. I am able to see this because I live in a stable environment, not in a refugee concentration camp or a bad marriage. Again as I so often repeat, I must honour what is Real, and not bury my nose in newspaper. So Mr T went to tea with the Queen … ? What’s new? I am the human condition. When I start to die, I don’t want to be distracted. Make Reality my aim! and call on the beloved Master R.

In the Sun key the children play: in the Moon the wolf-and-dog strive and seek. The Guardians appear to us in these different ways. “Sun” “And” “Moon” in Hebrew (letters Resh Vav Cheth) spell RVCh, Ruach, the holy breath of cosmic harmony. (NB, the Ch refers to Key 7 the Chariot whose sign is Cancer ruled by the Moon. Tarot Key 18 is the Moon vibration itself, in the deck. The letter Vav’s symbol is a nail, joining parts of speech together; the conjunction ‘and’.)

The mood swings the scales in the steady hand of Justice. She holds the lifted Sword, the Word, in her right. To her right is the sound of one hand clapping. To her left is the thunderclap. At her feet is the human landscape cleansed with rain: “love and you shall know”. Above her head the Weather making angel twixt Sun and Moon … awakens the lion and eagle from the mud.

I started to study Sublimation in the Great Work, whose Key is 11; then my Tarot reflection added up to 11 its apex! But of course … The addition sum of the Four Archangels (whichever way round) is bound to be 11, cosmic equilibrium, the Tarot midpoint. The Queen of Justice sits likewise at the heart of the Tarot Tableau (see above) with its interwoven sequence of Tetragrams.

In my concern for my old friend, I stumbled on this heavenly order … the Guardians of his soul, the Tree and the teaching.

Justice is a Karmic goad. Her pressure is painful until alignment is slipped into. In this Reflection she midpoints horizontally (20, 11, 16) the keys of Resurrection and Catastrophe. Give to her my centre of gravity as a human mite, and calm the mental waters. In the Vertical sequence (14, 11, 6), the garden is watered and fired, and grows up into conscious Life and Love. Rather than label the Eternal Life, rediscover it. Gradually the resting-place dawns. The letter SAMEKh is the royal tent-peg.

Elementally the four Archangels are: Mikael Fire, Gabriel Water, Rafael Air and Uriel Earth. They came out in the order of the Tetragram Cross which I learned with Mouni Sadhu. The Hermetic Virtues in the order of fire, water, air, earth are: to Dare, to Keep Silent, to Know and to Try. My present way of life strange as it may seem, with so much coming and going, is my Temple’s architectural footprint. Draw water from the well. Cultivate optimism – the higher wavelength – in the face of pessimist default. Make your thinking different!

Regarding spiritual labels: it is the habit of most humans to label and wear their spiritual affinity. For me this felt nice at the beginning, but it deteriorates and eventually dies into political badges. Best not to wear it, but to find it. To label and wear is the natural desire for security. The Great Work only needs watering with the continual art of discovery.

Identifying with any teaching exclusively becomes a badge and makes dying difficult. We must transmit the good NEWS but paradoxically keep it silent. This seems to be my general task, as I can write it, but not so easily speak it. “Love and you shall know.” I love the Archangels of Justice and their cosmic joke for me with Messiaen’s Turangalila symphony. All things decay and are reborn. Decay in our earthly terms is painful, but as the dross dissolves, there is joy.

Sublimation. What an important stage in Alchemy this is!

Paul Foster Case writes that rather than “lean on some supposedly higher personality” it behoves us to take responsibility for our cosmic debts. Although the Law has perfect precision in this respect, her highest expression transcends the “eye for eye”. Our debt may be forgiven upstream by invoking a higher cosmic currency of the same Law. An alchemist’s inner work enables him or her to “strike the balance without pain”.

Saturn – alchemical lead – is exalted in Libra, whose ruler is Venus. The Libran element is Air: a balanced deep breath – then pause – then exhale. Paul Foster Case suggests ten-minute periods for this practice: sunrise, noon and sunset. I think this kumbakha principle with the breath is common to all traditions, for it harnesses the mental root. Ramana Maharshi counselled to be gently conscious with the breath, like a rider guiding a horse; the rise and fall in the heart.

We are a School of the Soul. I have a potential “being-present relationship” with my teacher, over the last thirty years. We are both Capricorn – gate keepers to the field of asphodel. Get ice-cream on your face – pick up, brush down, look to the Archangelic Guardians for perspective and try again. Yesterday I told him the hardest workers in life are those who are just born and those who are going to die: “now she tells me!” said he.

As for my personal Yesodic monster – it is fear and anxiety, a thin pollution-miasm through my being, about whether I can fit in and get to places during the day. Sublimation is a process of selective elimination: use the Sword of Justice to cut away the brambles and embody the kind of “actions which nourish courage, confidence and decision“. Discard wasteful arguments and controversial topics. Eliphas Levi: “the way to see is not to be always looking.” Choose refreshing amusements! “I” (She of Justice in the book of Tokens) “am the goad of action.” Creative clarity and purity of mind may precipitate mental images swiftly into the physical world: and the miraculous Way appears.

“I am the power of equilibrium
which holds Ruach in balance
between formation and destruction
as a driver with his goad
keeps his ox from straying off the highway.
Yet is this directive power inherent in RVCh itself
for I myself am that great Breath of Life.”

Key 11, The Book of Tokens
by Paul Foster Case

Is this not marvellous with the Tarot reflection? And Ruach the Spirit or divine breath is the Rower of the seas. The GREAT BREATH may be simply visualised as the wavelets to and fro, and the exposed wet sand between.

I feel stronger now. I felt weakly identified with situations and the weather and the glaring miasm which humankind believes itself to be in. It doesn’t matter how much or how often I fail, so long as I pick myself up again and keep going. The daily Underground travel is noisy and exhausting. In the morning here, the well fills up again with wonder.

20 July 2018 Stone Crucible

I love these Archangels (yesterday), and wonder if they demonstrate an incarnation and its rise and fall of embodied life? The breath of life of course is that. I find this (like any practice) not easy to perform formally, but do often remember to come into solar plexus present and breathe consciously a couple of times.

Last night I dreamed I embraced my cher ami in Trieste and rested my head on his right shoulder. He was extraordinarily broad, earthy, firm, warm and trusted. He wore soft dark-brown leather slippers, old ones with a bit of worn fur trim. They were comfortable and much wider than his not large feet. The beauty and strength of the Zodiacal bull embodies an archetypal tenderness – what privilege – I love these nuances. The ordinary human engine does not often notice them and seeks bigger signals perhaps. In the crucible, the nuance is the ineffable nous of Alchemy: trust it.

Asphodel by Paul & Pam Markwell

I saw the other day a washbasin fixed to an outside wall for gardeners: it was hollowed from a big grey Stone, the interior polished smooth. I love the feel of it. Alchemy is the profound treasury of the heart of things: cultivation of the nous. The natural life-breath (as instructed by Paul Foster Case) is soft and joyous acceptance.

Today I went Castling – indoor rock climbing in North London. It was hot and I was tired, but I managed to do that Green traverse a few times – not fluently, but with better balance. I just potter around, doing the same little climbs and overhangs again and again – by now needing proper outdoor rocks and slabs to dance with. The core stability feeling improves. Core stability is in the bones, a balanced flow of movement taking and transferring fleshy weight and stretch. Use not brute strength but the movement.

Alchemy is as alchemy does in “The Violet Crystal”; the jewels in life’s un-ideal management. Alchemy in solitary laboratory does not glow with life, like alchemy which bristles with human oddity, relationship and paradox out of doors and every day. An alchemist lives and lurches along potential stress and pain, occasionally balancing beautifully, the thread. That sums up my way of life. The thread is a musical string, sometimes at perfect pitch. The Archangelic Tetragram Keys 14, 20, 6 and 16 demonstrates the process of any thought or creative intention.

John York and Claudio Jaffe, Wigmore Hall 1986

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

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Summer Oracle 2: Through Thunder or the Dew, fall Silent

Posted on July 21, 2018 by janeadamsart

This is the second of three posts. A Tarot reflection just after midsummer this year opened opened up a contemplation including and far transcending my enquiry into the odd local event which triggered it. Those private and universal threads continue to flow. The Hanging Man and the Tower (here reflecting one another) are traditionally the least popular cards in the deck; but what profound alchemical treasure they reveal …

Journal, 27 June 2018
I am reminded of God’s speech – Key 16 is called the House of God. Its Hebrew letter PEH symbolises the mouth. In any element, any detail of life, the Voice speaks; not often do I fall silent to hear the speech through thunder or through the dew. Two of these Keys specify the Sound of God: 20 and 16. Their pathways connect Netzach, Hod and Malkuth in the lightning-flash to earth. The instant the Voice is “seen”, there is no room or time for analytical mind on the Tree. Thought collapses into Source.

An oracle is a cosmic vocal cord through which a situation under review resonates in unison with many others. The “wiring” is through the cellular membrane or auric interface. That which seems to part our fields unites them. Part the waves and kiss the lips!

Each situation has a mouth which speaks if it is heard. My Hanging Man tumbles to hear what is inside the Tower. The Tower is an inverted well. Inside the Tower, as butterfly in chrysalis, is the woman by the well in Key 17 (her sign is Aquarius): the interior Stars. When the Hanging Man dives through patriarchal-system collapse, s/he rediscovers the feminine root in earth, the forgotten and begotten Mother. We as humankind move through this process individually and collectively. Discovery is sanctified through the open honesty of the Lovers: their freedom of being. They nourish but do not impinge. The interior Wisdom of Solomon shines through the cracking crust of fancy.

The Hanging Man is Tarot’s Messiah – a grain of yeast to leaven the bread. The Aquarian dispensation no longer enthrones Messiah as an individual example. This outgrown concept breaks down throughout the world, and thus the present chaos, pain, tension and pollution of faith in the outer crust.

Arcana 12 and 16

Messiah is a collective point of omnipresence. Messiah occupies a certain frequency or waveband in our consciousness. Any of us may restrain our mind’s mountains and cliffs of fall, and enter the Messianic waveband for an instant or a cosmic hour, whether knowing or not. No impure ambition can find this seat. The supreme sacrifice of individuality was made. Within the resonance of that inner plane sacrifice, dwell today’s martyrs in the world. All of those who fought for freedom and were tortured, displaced and killed empower the deep-seated Change in humankind. Hallowed in the heart, their spiritual strength gestates a living reality.

What is Messiah? the kindling point of transformation – the latent flame within the wood – the trumpet note the child hears – conversion of the lion’s roar into melody.

Annika and Aslan

What is the human heart’s desire? –
to experience each phase of its evolution fully and completely.

“O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne’er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed O my dear …”

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Cliffs of Fall – two versions. Many years ago I was commissioned a painting for Hopkins’ poem. The first of the two versions above was the initial sketch. While doing the painting, a chance brush stroke in the sky suggested a seal’s head – which utterly transformed the whole concept from fear to wonder, breaking through earth’s crust into an inner light. The original painting this happened with, got lost, and i only have a poor photo of it. The above version was a reconstruction of the original.

Let us form an alchemical vessel, a Grail cup. The Firing of the Tower is transformative heat – the bellows and the oven. In alchemy the bellows are the breath; the oven is our body, the temple at work. The Tower which devastates the ignorant signals a gentle presence: the Star, the woman by the well within.

Not by force is the soul plexus transmuted, but through the feathery warmth of hen’s breast upon the egg: an inexplicable miracle of the secret fire within our blood and in all phenomena. You, we, I originate from a Solar star; from galactic stars: the core of Gaia within our earth. We know the way Home.

In my experience, whenever I see and walk the Tower path, I hear the speech of the illumined Maestri, of Master R, in ways in which my interior is encoded to receive it.

I hear it unexpectedly. It confirms what is taught and envisioned in “New Earth” circles about Ascension: a process of profound and all-inclusive embodiment. As I drop my centre of gravity from head (where it is “out to lunch”) into heart, Sol plexus, dantien and soles of feet and hands, so the Consciousness apparently ascends; the human sensory spectrum gains height, breadth and depth. The media belief system and its marketing puts up a colossal resistance to it. In the cosmic clock, this is natural. As human species we are designed to move as osmosis through the tree to solar light: through resistant ground.

Alchemy Eagle Crow

The Genius of the Cell lies within its Membrane

The Gene Keys transmission says of the fear-based mono-celled outlook on life: “The thinking goes that if the brain is in the nucleus and the nucleus contains the instructions, then the instructions control the cell and therefore us. However, quantum biology has discovered something very remarkable that directly challenges this. The brain of the cell does not reside within the nucleus after all, but in the cellular membrane which provides an interface with the environment. In a nutshell, this means that life is designed to be cooperative rather than competitive. This new biological view makes enormous sense when considered alongside quantum physics, which holds that all of life is interrelated and holistic rather than separative. In the old view, we humans are the victim of our selfish genes; in the new view there are no victims, only a huge interconnected and interdependent cosmos …

“… If it were true that deep within the nucleus of every cell a selfish drive were paramount, then it is highly unlikely that any two cells could ever cooperate, since their very design would drive them to compete. The genius of the cell and its true brain must therefore lie where the quantum biologists say it lies – within the cell’s membrane. We know that the membrane allows the single cell to respond to its environment. But it goes one stage further than this – it must allow its DNA to be INFLUENCED by its environment. This is the foundational principle of quantum biology, and it is regarded as nothing short of heresy in the face of current mainstream biological dogma.

“… Innovation is built into life. In other words, life itself is designed to transcend its own initial programming (Difficulty at the Beginning/I Ching 3^rd hexagram) and discover new and higher forms of consciousness. Beyond selfishness and chaos lies cooperation and innovation. Innovation only occurs when you truly begin to think for yourself … which is relatively uncommon. In order to be truly innovative, you have to attain a very high frequency that allows you to see beyond the collective worldview.”

Richard Rudd,
“Gene Keys – Unlocking the Higher Purpose hidden in your DNA” (2013)

Solomon’s young gazelle in the Song of Songs leaps through fields, stands by our window, looks through the lattice … The Lover’s Key in the Tarot pictorially encodes the process quoted above. Look carefully, to discover it within.

In Gene Key 3’s programming partner, the 50^th Siddhi, “the gathering of the Illuminati, the chosen ones into our legends, dreams and even conspiracy theories … is a commonly misunderstood ideal. The term indeed refers to a higher evolution of celestial beings or ascended masters, but these beings are not separate from us. They are our higher nature personified. As your higher bodies transmute your lower instincts and emotions, so you come into the frequency field of their higher harmony. This field draws you into itself and gradually transforms your cellular DNA into its highest mode of functioning. We now live in the time of … unprecedented planetary change. As the awakening becomes progressively more widespread, the awakened higher bodies of individuals will come into a heightened communal harmony that quickens the frequency of the whole of humanity. Eventually the Illumined will assimilate all human beings into its ranks and humankind will finally experience itself as a single unified cosmic being.”

Richard Rudd, 50th Gene Key

Lighthouse keepers are in touch with each other through their lamps across the world’s seas, assisting ships.

Lighthouse painted by my brother Simon when he was about 11

Now draw in the threads.

This Tarot oracle (see top of page) is a direct response to a fight which broke out in the street, and my being brought to witness the same party in a different spot, a week later.

What is my work within it? I am a bee. I extracted and extract honey. What is here is elsewhere. The event felt like a trigger, a turning point. I worried about my friend’s safety and the hornet he aroused. But that is on the accustomed surface. In truth, when I dived into the event and asked the oracle – the clear lake – it shows a local eruption and a deluge of the powers of Light like a rain to quench that blaze. My role in this? Allow Consciousness making waves with the Guardians to see through shambles. It digs down deep into my source through the mud, and finds the pure water. The priestess of Isis is the breath of the sea at night.

Mother Isis of the Moon

Added to this, is the vivid impression of my mother’s flower of life imprinted on the hills and woods and fields around Nether Stowey; before very long, she will have died, but the fragile paradox in her descent remains powerful in the air – her loving association with this landscape – a passion of fulfilment. Similarly I felt my late father’s in Somerset and in Devon – his lanes and hills have his flower within them, they are in my eye beholding those which are in his, which belongs to them.

Today’s Zodiac Gene Key is 52, the Mountain: keeping still: the Restraint contains the fullness.

An I Ching drawing: Wind (wood or tree) over Mountain – hexagram 53 “Gradual Progress”. “A tree on a mountain develops slowly according to the law of its being, and consequently stands firmly rooted.” The 53rd Gene Key is called “Evolving beyond Evolution”

The oracle never tells me “what to do”. The activity flowing from it is self explanatory – watch what takes shape following the oracle, and what is seen. The oracle is a lake in a hill, (I Ching 31, the Wooing Influence); the activity is the stream flowing from it down into the valleys.

This oracle has double Lovers – as above so below – and the red lion restrained through refinement of strength. The dew of heaven falls onto a fiery tower. The tower is a phallic organ of speech. The Messianic dew descends, trumpeted by Gabriel and tempered by Mikael.

Something significant is unfolding, transpersonally. The wavebreak of a crackling tower yet reveals to me the Well below it, and the maiden.

The oracle speaks out loud – through 20, 8 and 16 – and the woman with the lion does not restrain or stifle the voice, she guides it. His voice comes from where her womb is. A long-term sexual revolution falls into the world, reversing many ways that things were. Revolution is a watch-word of Master R, who exemplifies inner revolution.

The Lovers are doubled and the Lion woman holds her ground between the sizzle of water and fire. In the Lovers’ sky are clouds: the steam.

Arunachala – the inner path

With these thoughts comes the bulky silence of the Mountain over Mountain: hexagram 52 in the I Ching and gene keys.

Silence facilitates transmission: the serpent power of a small tsunami through the sea.

It is the way of all energy to find its restful accommodation – for water to find its level. It goes to where there is room. Whatever happens in life, there is energy or force, and this energy may be guided interiorly – like the woman with lion’s roar – to find a space to expand and settle. My first insight with the oracle was: don’t in any way react further, or stand in its way. This event has a truth of its own, needing expression. Listen to the world, not with media but with ear to the ground.

My second insight is similar. When an energy explodes, it travels towards a lake where it may disperse, a room to accommodate its expansion. Do not impede its ultimate peace. The principle is ju-jitsu, martial art, the real meaning of Yeshua’s other cheek. Let the violent intention disperse itself. Yet trusting the camel, tie the leg!

I believe some situations contain personal traps where a violent intention impedes itself and loses juice. Provocation from the other side may release it again, which makes some persons habitually violent – their cages disable them.

It is wise to give a walking wound a wide berth. He does not know what he does, or what drives him. The personal ego’s search for justice is a rats’ tail race. Compassion him and let him be. Be still.

Mountain roots, Arizona

It is rather wonderful how in the Gene Keys Zodiac ‘wheel’, over the time of midsummer Solstice, the Mountain stillness follows the Florescence of 15, the “ever flowering spring“. Falling into the situation’s heart, disregard the characters and their problems; enter the flower within the mountain. What matters on the stage is here today … and gone tomorrow.

This too shall pass.

Cultivate perennially, the flower in the mountain. With a loving heart, the miracle is omniscient in all the atoms.

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

Summer Oracle 1: for Gaia

Posted on July 20, 2018 by janeadamsart

This is the first of three posts, about a Tarot reading just after midsummer this year. The oracle opened up (as usual) a contemplation including and far transcending the strange local event which triggered it. Those private and universal threads continue to flow, and only now have I time to collect and edit them together.. You may not want to read it all, but dip here and there in the lake for possible echoes ! The Hanging Man and the Tower (reflecting one another) are traditionally the least popular cards in the deck; but what profound alchemical treasure they reveal …

Here is part One – Journal 23 June 2018

Keep cool. The cracks flowed richly together, like the Golden Net all over Gaia. Contemplate this fact. Watch the space. Love the space – that means embrace it, keeping still. Let the sea of it flow through, and reflect the way of martial art to deftly step aside, forgive, give way to the force.

I am shown what the Higher Power electrifies in my soul and centre of gravity. Peace.

The problem for me, is that yesterday’s serendipitous encounter with a violent stranger may generate enemies and their own trains. The answer is that everywhere in life there is risk or apparent risk; and when the soul is focused, she navigates with place, time and precision. Keep thinking Golden Net and the crisscrossing delta traces in sand. Time and space with this event in my soul gives it digestion.

Digestion is alchemical – assimilation means conversion to energy – and I am reminded of Tarot Key 8 and the Heracles with Lion in a cave, which Midi Berry sent me.

Master R, what is your view?

Tarot Keys to reflect … my method is to shuffle the deck, wait a moment for the lake to quieten, then cut the deck with left hand and repeat three times (no need to reshuffle). This reading is with just the 22 Major Arcana. From the three piles face down, turn over the centre top card, and then the ones to the right and left. The first card is the reading’s YOD or intention. The ones to each side enhance or qualify its character.

From the first card, turn over the three cards underneath it in the pile. They represent H, V, H of Tetragrammaton YHVH. Y (Yod) is the father, H (Heh) is the mother, V (Vav) is the child and H (second Heh) is the family of the first three in its concerted action, decay or momentum. It contains and generates within it a new Yod or cycle.

The 2nd HEH (fem) generates new YOD (masc)

Finally, add together the numbers of Y H V H in the reading for an overview. Consider Y H V H as sides of a pyramid: the fifth card is the apex. It is represented by the three-pronged 21st Hebrew letter SHIN. As YHVH is Jahweh, YHShVH is Yeshua, who liberates. So the fifth and central card, representing the SHIN, may be seen as a liberating overview, with altitude or perspective: the Hermetic relationship of Above and Below.

Here, Key12 the Hanging Man (it was reversed) walks contra the way of the world; also suggesting a sacrifice. He is flanked by 20/Ascension and 14/Temperance.

The Hanged Man is Yod for the Lovers, the Tower and Tarot Key 8 the woman with the lion. 12+6+16+8 = 42 = 6; the Lovers at the apex, as in the Heh card ‘below’. The Tower cracked open. The woman contains the red lion. The lovers – twice 6 are 12 – are equilibrium. The Hanging Man on the inner plane equilibrates the pendulum at rest – the birth into earth: seed drops.

The Tower mirrors the Hanging Man. Come to meet or unify the male and female consciousness tumbling out. The Tower is a well. I wondered deeply at the mirroring. The Tower in alchemy is a Grail vessel which periodically cracks shell. Nothing in nature remains static. The Hanging Man is a lake. The Tower is a lightning flash.

I just noticed the ‘contact pattern’ of numbers in this reflection: 6 12, 16 8. For me, this kind of pattern indicates that a Master’s eye is near; for what small wit of mine could casually bestow the spontaneous harmonic? The oracle is a relationship with the inner plane and its wisdom.

Regarding yesterday’s encounter, shown to me twice in different places where I just ‘happened to be’ – it was a Sky-hawk’s view: as the heavenly eye and the earthly detailed eye of Horus homed into the Bull & Bush (a pub near Golders Green). I was given a view behind the stage into private rooms.

Journal 26 June 2018 THE WHITE EAGLE IN ALCHEMY

Deeply tired. Physically … It is very hot weather, I got back from Nether Stowey yesterday and went in the evening to the Castle to sample the “women’s bouldering” – no vitality at first, on my own! bored and dull. But when I met up with shapely Christine and large dreadlocked Jamaican Marie I discovered what a huge difference it makes to be encouraged and to take turns at a pitch and watch each other. I discovered that I climb quite well, considering I’ve only done it for a month, and can attempt what the other two do, who’ve done it for two years. I did a V1 Yellow route – very pleased. When people get together it is called a Session, and the venue is cooperatively social. Next time, take my harness and do a top-rope climb with the automatic belay. Just as it was getting a bit routine, I am through the roof again. With leg work, do “small steps”. This positions and balances much better for long reaches. My new friends try going up slabs with just their feet – palms on slab, no hold. I tried it too. Getting a little more confident with those nasty moments which rely on vertical balance, perched on the wall. Also discovered I recover quickly from each effort and am ready to go again. But this morning … EXHAUSTED! Maybe the heat. Sweating.

Tired – let go into it – lovely walk at the weekend up into Quantock woods with my mother, her slow fragile pace being my opportunity to contact with the ground and flow – weightless sole of feet and hips: sweet leafy tunnels, dark earth and great populations of young dancing oaks shot through with light. What will I do, what will I feel when she is gone? How vivid and intense is her descending imprint of life. Here today but in a few years, gone! Her imprint, her sticks, her soul pattern are a flower through the wooded hills.

Now, that Tarot on Saturday morning …

   14, Equilibrium         12             20 Ascension
                         Pendulum
                         Midpoint
..
              6            6              8
     Secret garden        secret        Strength/
                          garden        Digestion
..
                           16
                        Awakening
                        Eruption

I love this one. Lay it out again. The Hanging Man is the Waters and therefore the Well – and dangles head down into the erupting lightning-struck tower. What appears violent in one plane is peaceful in another. At apex the pendulum rests at midpoint pivoting. In the pendulum’s returning arcs to each side are the Archangels Mikael and Gabriel!

The Lovers – twice – are Rafael.The Tower represents Archangel Uriel’s flash of lightning. The Great Four Guardians are in the belly of the woman with her red lion!

Three great Scarlet Keys – 20, the mother-fire letter SHIN (Archangel Gabriel with trumpet), the red lion in 8, and red fiery Mars,16.

The beautiful Tempering element or balancing – Keys 14, 12 and 6.

The simple way with the oracle is to visualise and contemplate its image or reflection. The oracle does the rest. Visualise the pictures and their integrity and speech – the power. Do I begin life this way? The tower is a figure of speech – where God opens mouth. In the same way, the woman guides the red lion’s mouth to sing, rather than roar. The Lovers in their nude grace give space for each other beneath Rafael’s wings, with Mount Binah in the landscape between them. The Binah landscape is the Understanding. The Understanding is Ramesh Balsekar’s beautiful unadorned word for the teaching.

What a lot of wings! Three pairs upraise that invincible perfumed power of the angels. The angels bear vast power. Nothing can oppose them, for they are the Law. They carry out the Law and beneath the shelter and shadow of their Wings are my rod and staff. Gabriel’s wings are raised up: Mikael’s and Rafael’s are at rest.

My first insight with this on Saturday 23 June was to meet all things with deep surrendering equanimity. Eruptions and fireballs in the earth plane, local and at large, are within the Provenance of these Higher Beings. Who can predict what They see at a glance? I feel the hawk’s eye. I love the way the Hanging Man peacefully drops down into the drama of the Tower erupting. The Hanging Man is the dew of heaven. Regarded the wrong way round, he gets a bad press. The Hanging Man is the power of offering no resistance to the event great or small – the event is blessed by the angels.

On the Tree of Life diagram is shown Mars-sulphur glyph and Hanging Man as the Venusian descent of Mezla, dew of heaven.

On the horizontal beam of JHVH cross – the two HEHs, keys 6 and 8 – note the same green landscape with its distant violet mountain. That mountain, a simple cone in the drawing, signifies all mountain ranges and their inspiration; Binah is the alchemical salt or crystal of Saturn. Saturn governs the maturity of any unfolding process. The exploding Tower is the crack in earth I’ve been registering recently. There are events elsewhere in which this crack is catastrophic.

I love to be here the gentle power of the woman with the Lion – her hands in the corners of his smile, the red rose garland binding woman and beast in a figure of eight, her long white robe, the flowers in her hair, the golden sky.

It is a version of the 34th Gene Key, the ancient Beauty of the Beast. See, her spine straightens up as she tunes his vocal cords. The serpent power of his tail is electro-magnetic.

The pair of lovers in Key 16 are hurled from the cracking tower into manifestation – seeds burst from splitting pod – but in Key 6 their marriage is made in heaven. The mental plane with the Archangel through which they see each other and speak, is veiled by cloud from the generative organs of Earth. Nature’s instinctive work is attuned to the power of Consciousness. The Buddhic and Causality regions through the mental, astral and physical planes are depicted here. Packages of history are layered as in a jamjar containing salts, gravels and silts. From the Golden Source shines Rafael’s countenance and hands. There are the fruits and flames of Eden; there emerge just above the cloudy veil the Lovers’ faces; their reciprocal intelligence allows their hands to join with the Holy One. Trusting their body they stand by their Trees.

In Temperance the design is the same, but the Lovers are in the animal kingdom, lion and eagle; and Archangel Mikael cooks and cools them (see the BOTA version). Fire flows; and water burns. There’s the distant Mountain also! – crowned with the Solar genius.

In Judgement 20, the Lovers co-created their Child who ascends with them to Gabriel’s intimate trumpet call. Although this is a Fire Key, it is filled with icebergs and floating stone. It is primordial before, through and transcending biological Life. The Lovers in the centre of the reading are fertile. The Mountain in the distance is the Child growing within them. With the repeated mountain symbol, the dew of YOD and VAV falls into the volcanic well.

Life blossoms in the universality of death, the downward flowing brook.

Snake, water, stone …

And now bring in my other main area of study, the 64 Gene Keys transmission (Richard Rudd and friends):

Which I Ching hexagram does the Hanging Man over lightning-struck Tower suggest to me? In the Hebrew alphabet the Hanging Man is MIM the Waters, and the Tower is PEH the spitting fire of Mars and speech.

Looking up the I Ching trigrams of water over fire, I find their union is the 3rd hexagram: Difficulty at the Beginning. In the Gene Keys transmission which is based on the I Ching, the 3rd hexagram/Gene Key is called ‘Through the Eyes of a Child‘. The Shadow, Gift and Siddhi archetypes of this Gene Key are Chaos, Innovation, Innocence.

The innovative Gift within the 3rd Shadow is called “The end of island mentality”! In this gene key is coded the fact that the cell’s innovative and relational genius lies not in the nucleus but within the interactive cellular membrane between each cell. On this principle may be based the coming social revolution of Solar fusion energy. Why? because the Solar photon which moves and is kindled in all directions, is coming and will come into its own. Is not the Tower itself, seemingly destructive but seminally creative, a solar photon of this kind?

The eyes of the Hanging Man Child are wide open and filled with light, diving through and into the membrane which we used to believe kept us separate. He wears blue tunic and red hose – the woman and man fall out of the dark tower headfirst – and golden shoes. He unifies their torment of separateness. As one even with the refugee catastrophe all over the world is this one’s peace. Blessed are the fractured for they shall be made whole.

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I just turned to some pages from Paul Foster Case’s “The Great Work” and found the chapter on “Digestion”. It is the fifth stage and it is Hebrew letter TETh, Key 8 – Tarot key 9, of Strength, woman with lion. I will abridge it, for the original material is copyrighted to the Builders of the Adytum. In brief, PFC says,

“Chemically, the digestive process exposes a foodstuff to the action of a liquid with the aid of heat (the elements of fire and water), to extract its subtle constituents.

“The cosmic mental energy is ‘watery’ because it flows in streams as current, forms vibrational waves, is tidal and reflects like a mirror..

“Alchemical fire is the electric vital force taking form as solar radiance and heat, the animating principle of all creatures. The fiery action breaks down and consumes the forms through which it came to conscious life.

“On the Tree of Life the Hebrew letter TETh joins Hesed (water of life), to Gevurah (fire of life). The way in which these two occult elements combine is called ‘the intelligence of the secret of works’.

“Hesed is … centred in the solar plexus or Jupiter centre. Gevurah the sphere of Mars … works through the Mars centre. Digestion as understood in alchemy, blends the forces of the Jupiter and Mars chakras … …(with the action of the Sun and Virgo).

“As TETh means “serpent”, the Secret Intelligence concerns the raising of the serpent power. An alchemist transforms it into the WHITE EAGLE. As the eagle is of Zeus or Jupiter, alchemical work essentially transmutes Mars (the Tower, key 16) into Jupiter (the Wheel, Key 10).

“What else is this, but the transformation of the destructive force which overthrows form into that perfect comprehension of Reality which fulfils our real desires?”

Abridged from the writing of Paul Foster Case

The Hawk, the far-seeing Horus Child is the White Eagle.

The Mars and Jupiter centres together constitute the solar plexus intelligence in the Gene Keys transmission and teachings. Add to it, Saturn the root chakra. And stand firm, and glide and climb and undulate and blossom!

The Hanging Man’s facial expression is let down into all unquiet scenes.