Reflections on the Grand Cross

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 “… so let us part the waves and kiss the lips, turn the wheel, fingers touch numbers on the clock, enter the cave and find the jewel, then climb the mountain through the rainbow.”

P.T. The Eight-fold Path of Tifareth

Here is an exploration of some microcosmic responses to an ongoing macrocosmic event;  as all is interconnected and alive.

The building up of 17 July’s Grand Crossroads, with the Pluto Uranus exact square this weekend, is sometimes a crushing weight;  the pairing of tension or emotional distress, with a deep soft – healing – yoga of the Swan which “parts the waves and kisses the lips” … hey!   Yes, it does just that.   Yielding to life are myriad little movements, a curving thread:  the point between.

Remember to let my shoulders drop.  They habitually rise, and lock a little, unconsciously braced to pull my distracting small worries.   When they drop into water, like water off the duck’s feathers, I am in the Now, unfurnished, as the sea comes into my face.   De-robe from the back of the neck, like dropping a yoke or mantle, and see the swan’s tall soft neck gliding along, like a harp-string Belgian beech.   And behind and through that seeming fragile stem, such power, the great white body and winged fury of the swan!   Lazily the mirrored power swims and glides along the dark water:  floating cream  – the Vedic swan is said to drink the milk from water, which is discrimination;  the milk in the water is reflected Light, and the swan is that.

Primordial pressures through the cosmos, as in our soul and cells, are crossing beams – crossroads collectively, crossroading individual stories;  apprehension with whatever we are told.

The Way of the Wise stands firm, to yield, consciously.   Then the power that knows the Way, not only melts the hardness by being the angle, but eases passage … like birth.

There are always at least two approaches to any problem – resistance, and accommodation (or alignment to it.)  Alignment is with its polar axis shift, and there is often pain at first.  On the tribal level we project and fear that feeling of Grand Crosses, and what might erupt and harm us, harm our earthing.   They have a bad press!   On the spiritual creative level, we may see them as instruments of construction and delivery.   Behind every shadow moves the Light.   What do I perceive mostly?   What do I think I see – what am I told to see?   But what is Real?   Look within.  Ask.   Look through the veil.   Part the waters.   Be surprised.

There are two ways to see a problem or constellation;  from underneath it and from above.  Through a woody cross, a puppet master pulls strings, to dance the doll.   It is a very different view from above the cross, to what the rapt audience sees on stage.   It is not the imagined drama;  it is the great work behind the scenes.

To see and realise this for ourselves, we must work our own hands and feet;  be grounded as the Self enquiry fills our veins;  go gardening, perhaps.

There arises an objective feeling about those Cardinal (western astrology) energies with Uranus, Pluto, Mars locking together this summer.   It looks more like windows which incline through each other in the soul.

The soul is the level of Consciousness ignited through the capillary of awakening.   Always I find, the ignition opens a different, wider view – an unexpected harmony I knew all along.

We are taught to strive and to fear, and the fear is tense – blocking Consciousness –  but forsooth the phenomenon is cosmic more than local, and incorporates other frames of time – a blending of many patterns towards what loosens and floats onward.

Wave trains move through each other.

The old Mayan time frame comes to an end;  a new one opens.  The whole is a figure of eight, a taoist circling;  but through the centre point – crossing strings – at present, we pass like sands through the hourglass neck;  like birth;  and thus our every field suffers stress, intensity and pressure.

Every pressure has within it, release.   The trick is to find some way of friendship with the pressure.   It is up to you and I to awake our individual way through what life throws at us – to individuate.  To individuate, touches through the subtle net, everyone and everywhere;  for there is One Consciousness through innumerable Towers.   It cannot happen in any other place but here and now.   Any other place, political programme or requirement, is hearsay, and passes the buck.

We are humanity, each I.  The opportunity is given  us, uniquely, to dance softly, proudly, like the swan;  to slow down into the present – even if just a moment, each time …  in ANY given situation, even pain:  patience.   The situation is the pattern on the ground at that moment, of the light and shadow passing;  like the sun through leaves onto the grass.   Suffer it if need be:  but the cultivation of a deep and de-conditioned non-resistance, befriends the matter, and unfolds.   It unfolds the way a flower grows, or a fern uncurls.

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

T S Eliot

“Bricks and mortar sing us no audible tune;  the heart opens only to the human chant of being.” 

Paramahansa Yogananda

“So this, your body, is the instrument whereon may be played the Song of Life.   Nay, it is more than this, for on this harp of ten thousand strings, the wind of the Spirit moves ever, and sounds night and day, the melodies and harmonies of that Eternal Song.”

Master R, western tradition of alchemy

“Be the disciple of your own understanding”

“Good is that of which you are not afraid, evil is that of which you are afraid.”

“The tide moves in and out to the sea and to the shore, but has no conflict with itself:   there is no conflict in the movement of the tide or breath.”


I can’t find at the moment, the exact wording of this quote from K about the tide’s polarity, and how there is no conflict with its seamless circling;  but the thought always deeply inspired me.   Krishnamurti’s birth chart is full of conflict – T squares and hard, difficult angles – he knew whereof he spoke.   He was an awakener.  He searched and spoke the way of the swan through each moment’s impasse or crossroads, afresh.   I find nothing theoretical in K’s teaching.   It is about relationship, full on.  It wasn’t easy for him.   He liked to share the difficulty and cut the knot which binds.


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