First, here is a link to The Time of the Sixth Sun. It is open until 15 November. You can watch the main film for free until Saturday 8pm GMT, 15 November, and the other daily documentaries for 24 hours after their release; or you can buy the whole package, to support the great work.
This project collecting together many elders and sages of the global human community was re-launched on 6 November by Theo van Dort, Nikki Luna and friends. A wonderful heart-opener about positive environmental initiatives around the world – spiritual, community and scientific. Profoundly recommended!
And now … what is Terma?
The Tibetan master Padmasambhava and other great sages hid Divine gifts within the human strata, within the elements of rock, ice, flower and field, within the soul’s deeps for future centuries to seek and find. At the heart of the Rosy Cross is a tradition of the burial of Brother C.R. deep under earth in a vault built of the laws and proportions of sacred geometry and numbers. Brother C.R.C the Rosicrucean founder, is repository of the Wisdom. The letters are derived from a Hebrew root RK (I think) which means “tenderness”.
Seek and find … within your home itself. You have the key – use it now.
I went climbing at the Castle, but it was not a good session, partly because it was very crowded, noisy and busy. I lacked a flow of Yang in the Yin which balances the climb. Also; I climb well only if I make a contact with someone; it makes me more daring and … to trust.
Then I went home, and then to Kabbalah group although exhausted.
The contact – to person or wall – through all life comes and goes. The creative contact – I’m not there yet, this morning – is contemplation and love. Performers lose their contact when too much is expected of them in a culture of spectators. Spectator types (majority) rely on making a projectile contact through those who act it out. This threads through the entire spectrum of sport, art, the economy and politics. Real connection – especially intimate – meets a cobweb of resistance. The contact for me on a tired morning is coaxed. It moves slowly into itself. This afternoon I go to acupuncture – an appointment I pre-empted last week with retro Mercury! – I made a long journey for nothing.
“Hallo!” the voice comes from inside, just as I wondered whether pre-empting appointments acts out in microcosm a planetary movement in the celestial field.
The voice from inside, the connecting, is the contact. The contact does not race into creative intensity – as it would if I were trying to perform or to work hard. It stays with itself in a grey dawn. The contact has this feeling of fragility; my physical body is not young. At this moment the sun pierces through damp weather and glows on the wall. It glows and fades, glows and fades, smudgy tree shadows’ slow quiver in the breeze. There it all is! Whenever the sun’s brilliance comes through and warms my eye, the heart responds, because what is my heart? The Sun within me.
Each morning I look at the drawing I did for my father’s birthday in 1988:
Everything is in it … Including the climbing!
The guidance from within does not impose meditation or belly breathing. It awakens me to follow gently; to let it expand naturally from small beginnings. Tuning into the Schumann resonance from whatever state of dullness takes time and listening and being. It begins to embody down into my feet. We shall (and do actually) live on Earth with and as the slow yet swift movement of the sunrise. Cultivate the awakening, take the plough.
“Love and you shall know.”
Creative works are my gift to myself from the boundless. This morning dozing, I dreamed of the fashion nowadays for Way-showers to provide a gift when they are interviewed online; in my sleep I saw or read about two of these gifts which were objects, and then Ramana Maharshi’s which was an equation I can write – as I woke I lost it, nearly found, then lost again. I saw this sketch of him:
The meaning is old and beautiful; the meaning is Terma and we find such gifts in our House of the Psyche in the Tree.
I am excited with the concept of Terma. I discover it throughout the awakening network among us, as within and from my Self – core – when the torch is shone in here. It illumines it. Terma containing countless gifts and discoveries in the rock, is the whole of my life, and with Pluto and Saturn moving through Capricorn there is more of it now than there ever was before, on Earth; in the interface of the Companions of the Light with our physical being; and the inevitable resistance to it, to overcome.
I am a Terma. “I am a hidden Treasure and I love to be known“.
Dare to be Divine? Dare to trust. Dare to trust the wall of life, dare to trust the person and dare to trust myself.
These are my two dear friends Bibi and Paul; they are both teachers and sometimes they dance together. Bibi (on the left) made a beautiful film in which she dances the Tree of Life as Tai Chi by the sea:
See also my post in Aquariel, about Hashaq… the creative background
Some Kabbalah group notes
The principle of the Game is in Beriah, the World of Creation. For all the trouble South Africa is in now (as with every country its own) the multi-racial friendship in the rugby SA/UK match was impossible two generations ago. This fact moved one of us – who was born there 84 years ago – to tears.
What is God? What do I mean by One?
A married couple both from dysfunctional families, with difficulty started a pregnancy. They have just been told by the hospital that their baby foetus has a heart condition. They have only each other for support in the unknown. WHY ME? Talk to the little one, what are you carrying for us to learn? Do you start to mend the broken heart in our families? We are three of us now. We are a team. Work with it.
Yet medical predictions relying on measurement do not always manifest. There are cases where the handicapped child is born with nothing wrong. The resources and sources are Karmic in their depth. The mystery is the unknown mending.
Love the teaching. I don’t know God! I am, this is, a detail in the unfolding of the Holy One. The Holy One unfolds the garment of the All. Doing the right thing begins to know the unfolding of God as synchrony appears. How empowering are our questions – who is God? and why me?
We explored religious origins and their corruption by priestly power. Knowledge of the Tree of Life opens up the dimensions – the four worlds or levels – in Egyptian hieroglyphs. These four levels appear universally – Egypt and Zoroaster traditions. The Tree is our road map.
A story of a well known musician – care which is core is absent from his life, through addiction to overwork or to public response. Each day there is so much new going on, alchemically – cooking, gardening and relationships.
A vixen came to watch the internment of a family member’s ashes at Kensal Rise. She was beautiful, vibrant and interested. Then she paced around the grave in a magical circle. What do we really know?
Refugees are constantly being displaced, and we en masse hear only the downside. Yet many refugees are uplifted and start a new life. Why this huge displacement? Look to the Beriah dimension which is vast! A few are capable to take the opportunities opening out.
“Human beings of integrity are unlikely to be elected into high office.”
I witness a collective awakening in our evolutionary process, which is not of standard government. Awakening from the convention of doom, gloom and blaming others, to evolution in earth, are painful steps towards human maturity, the unfolding of what some call the Great Plan from underneath the world’s show. You and I have capacity to free ourselves from an age-old victim consciousness. The map just begins to be opened for the walker.
Despondency? The collective crisis has been unfolding for centuries, millennia. Individuals learn and grow. The light from the lamp reaches further and reveals what was not seen before, which used to be dark.
As one drop of perfume fills a room, so do Schools of the Soul generate the unknown factor of inner work.
The question what is God? Who am I? The alchemy of the moment happens in the situation I am in. Walk into the house. LISTEN. Walk into my body.
What does the mother of the foetal heart condition actually sense? She was silent and then replied “Life”, and her responsibility to this Life in whatever form. A drop of the real Life force changed the atmosphere in the room. The spark came. The baby’s name is Hope.
Alchemy of the Question – how can I serve the gift, and learn? The Lord is in his temple. I am the temple. Knowing this is ALL.
My adventure invites fellow travellers. I am a poet, an artist and a seer. I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom. See also Aquariel
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