The Lighthouse Keeper – Part One

This is a two-part post – a couple of mornings in my journal.  I’d like to share with you, my inner journey to a Hermit in his cottage … one of the soul-Teacher’s archetypal faces.  He feels like a personal ‘lighthouse keeper’, but actually he resides in our common ground.   I like what he said to me, about bubbles and the river.

Here’s part one:

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Glade, 1986

Glade, 1986 – I painted this out of doors. Some of the slanting branches, verticals, and contours in the ground suggested a cube standing on its point.  I called it “a tumbling cube”, long before discovering “the Cube of Space” – it was a way of entering, and seeing things.  To the right, is a lens or an eye, looking in.  I left it so, because it felt authentic at the time.  Sometimes there is a dazzling gleam like that, through the branches.

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Preamble

In a guided meditation, You, my teacher … are whoever I wish you to be.  Yours is the changeful face, when I lie on the grass today, watching the clouds as they break, disperse and unite :   Master R?  Ramana? Dr L? Yeshua? Sarah?  Zofia …?

My drawings and and fantasy are wishful thinking, BUT – the contact made with an ‘answering activity’, is unmistakable.   Your faces appear from the universal Self behind and beyond the mask.   I am human and I love to love, to connect, to be inspired and change my mood.  And I feel depressed, but my boat stabilizes as I sit down and start to write – I begin to feel connected again.   The inner, deeper, higher plane comes to the daily habit like a fish.   The love is touched.  It is the height, the breadth, the depth …

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Solomon's Cube

Solomon’s Cube

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There is a room of the soul, this thing and place that we are, with its symbols, diagrams and treasures, where we gather, where one of us lights the candle.  It is ANCIENT and familiar.  The perspective far outreaches the human monkey, and it just goes back and back.

The Magidim are guides and teachers of the Light.  You are my convenient belief system;  yet when I turn to you and ask, a certain perspective shifts;  so you are Real, and not just what I believe.   Through the interaction here in earth, you are more than the names and shapes in the clouds.

I long to apply the wisdom and understanding to daily life:  my field.   So my interest in astrology fades a little.   I have on my plate two challenging situations for “the Compass”.  I found from experience that when I peer at the astrology transits, it doesn’t really help my loved ones, though it gives me some perspective.   So don’t waste energy.   I am just looking.

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compass-musicians by masonicfind.com

compass-musicians by masonicfind.com

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You are my underlying compass, you point to the north.  This symbol gives me peace, through regions of despair or nonsensical hardship.   There is more erosion …   sorrows about the human race.  My hope, energy and optimism diminish, and so I have to go deeper.   I am SAD.  It doesn’t matter.  This too shall pass.

You rest in the fluid, trembling a little, like the Hanging Man, and point to magnetic north – the mysterious occult Earth of Uriel – the Fountain in the letter AYIN, meaning ‘the eye’.   I feel a subtle Fountain of Life inside.  You are the Compass, Compassion – the Crossroads.

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Grand Trine chart, 17 July 2013, 6.33pm London

Grand Trine chart, 17 July 2013, 6.33pm London

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Last week, on Wednesday 17th, a Grand Water Trine of Jupiter, Saturn and Neptune came into resonance.   Saturn is flanked by the Moon and Dragons head in Scorpio.  Saturn is the elder, and the Moon is the young child.  A Saturn-Moon contact is often found in the charts of sages and seers.

Jupiter in Cancer, his sign of exaltation, is flanked by Mars, Mercury and the Sun.   With Sagittarius rising, there may be through 11th, 7th and 2nd houses, an easing of our relationships in the group soul, a ‘making room’.   Neptune rides in his own ocean sign, Pisces.  Jupiter in Cancer and Neptune in Pisces both suggest, “Think big.”  The Grand Trine echoes last summer’s Grand Cross tension on the same date … in a profoundly auspicious way:  a subtle Event, or butterfly-wing.   Problems surface on the road, to be cleared, for the Way to blossom;  then we wake one morning, and life is simpler.    On the 17th last summer, I walked above the Chess river, swollen by the rains, and my pocket phone rang at that moment:  a quarrel ended.

So open arms to the beautiful Grand Trine in Water signs, during this dry summer.  The ‘frequency’ ripples through Earth’s subtle body;  through the tiny limbed antennae that we are.

The Triangle and Tetrahedron are nourishing forms for the soul. Fresh water rises to cleanse my dark pond.   To see these forms, to feel them to the life, I need to be at rest and alert.  I become so, when I write …  it floats.   The Yogas converge, gently.

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The Journey

Name and face are immaterial;  yet they are luminaries.  About ten years ago, I was taught an interior journey to the Inner Teacher:  as follows.

I ride a long way through the forest till I get to a small lake.  In the lake there is an island.   A boat awaits me.  I scull across to the island, and the cool living water seems full of little fireflies like the stars.

I beach the boat, and walk up a path between fruit trees to the Hermit’s home – a cottage with very low eves and a blanket/curtain hung over the front door.   The curtain is raised, and the Hermit appears … and this is yet another face in the clouds, a Celtic Merlinesque one, the merry blue eyes.   He was nudging me last night.   So here I am!   It is as good a way as any, to come to the Inner Teacher.   He is called Menes, the inner hermit soul in Avalon.   But … in the sound of Avalokiteshwara which is like a river … he is my Boddhisattva.   Here I rest, to take in the fragrance.

The eternal being stands at his door, an old bearded man in a grey stuff robe, and welcomes me.   Bodhisattva.  I’d like to be a bodhisattva, in the Buddha of compassion, those who come back to Earth to shepherd particular situations.  It is what I do.   But he stands at his door;  it is hot and sunny outside …  it is cool and velvety within.   To me, he shines and I bathe.  I stand and bathe.

Beauty is Elder wisdom.  Silence, among the bees and birdsong.   He keeps bees.  There are hives.   My heart is full of need, so I lay my head on his feet.   Surrender the problem to the Holy One who IS the way, infinitely beyond my small parcel.   Did I bring anything – an offering?   I brought my heart with birds in it trapped, who want to fly.   So we have an understanding:  to open the cave of my heart for the birds to fly.   It acts before words.

Soul talk is timeless … an instant.    He lifts the curtain further, and we go inside.   He offers me bread and honey, and water from the lake.   The lake has many deep earth colours, and sometimes reflects the sunset or the dawn.   The lake is the Mysteries, because when it is illumined by the sky, I cannot see below, cannot see into its depth.   Everything is encircled by Mystery.  Trust this – and don’t struggle to work things out.

The encircling Mystery as a fact of Life tends to subvert courses of study.   They had their place and time. They trained the mind.

So – I ask him:  How do I – or what is training my mind now?   To keep the focus, the lens?  To polish the smear of life’s perils and disturbance and grief from the window?   Am I losing the plot?   I feel I shed my securities, they drop away.   My studies kept me happy, and still do, but to a lesser extent.  My studies help concentration, but I am no longer acquiring knowledge.

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Ring on table, Rosicrucean Emblem 9

Ring on table, Rosicrucean Emblem 9

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 He says:

“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, 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, and ascertain your friend’s need, a situation’s need, without fussing and without suffering:  be flexible.  Be still.  We assure you – you are never without our regard.  You are never without the guide.   You have not strayed.   Where can you stray to? 

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redqueen

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“The oak tree – with the red queen pulling Alice along – is too vast to be run past, however fast you run.   The oak tree is your entire 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 the present year:  stand, raise your head and look –  a deer in the forest.    We packed you full of learning.   Now receive.

 “Discard glamour, and embrace the Good.”

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circumpunct

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I feel restored.   I have the silver key – the stillness inside.

At this point, my silver key and the Hermit’s silver key are in touch, and converse;  speech is unnecessary.   There is mutual reflection – the Self.   I am aware of his staff, the serpents, the caduceus, the quicksilver.   In his cool dark room with scrubbed table and fireplace, these are potent as the Ankh, the staff of life.   They nourish my soul.  They are not clung to.  They give.  And they are FOR giving.

FOR give, you said?

“For giving.”

What you give …  Will you please help me with my blundered talk in life?   This needs more practice than anything.   I get anxious and I say too much, trying to complete and make my point.   Also, trying to make amends.  Telling myself each time, to say much less, to keep it simple, the engine still gets flooded.   What to do?

“It is like the oak tree.  The oak tree is life.  Keep going.   Climb up it sometimes.”

It is time to leave now.   I will be back.     A heart-tune:  a shared musical note … what is it?  It is – and I guessed right – A-natural.   Indigo-violet.   The Intelligence of Administration:  the GVPh or physical body in the trunk of the Tree:  the World dancer:   The Akasha Tattva is an indigo oval, with a darker one inside.

The Hermit in his greyish green earth mantle, is surrounded by the Akashic darkness.  His foot treads a shining snow.   He is secretly on the heights, even on a summer island lake, busy with his bee keeping.   He has a honey smell.   It is the nectar in the herb garden.    Keep the little lamp alight.   It has all I need, for the lamp is the Cube, the Seal of Solomon, a solar hexagon,  directions of the Compass.   The World Dancer is the Compass, high, deep, far and wide.

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hermit - Version 4

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Touch third eye.  And return to the boat, and row back across the lake to the greenwood and my horse.  And come down the Tree!

My tokens:  triangle, tetrahedron, circumpunct – (the lake around the hermit’s house) –  The deep root of the oak tree, planted so long ago, that it is all my life.   The compass.  The way to the north shows where the other ways are.   x x

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Sun steed

Sun steed

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To be Continued /…

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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.

This blog is  a vehicle to promote also my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books). Watch this space.

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4 thoughts on “The Lighthouse Keeper – Part One

  1. Experience not Knowledge. Within experience is the living presence which is the spark of liberation. Let your bubble pop. Shift from left brained particalized consciousness and more to right brained fluidity (the woman). Go deeper into what this means….the proper union of the two is the secret all people seek…and it IS the union of the god-dess….the union is in the brain….the body….in the cell….in the atom….and the entire universe because this yin and yang IS in EVERYTHING and so in creating union within YOU you will feel the union that is in everything because THAT which is in everything is also in you…to know and to feel. The linear processor, the more male aspect of the brain, fears loss of control….but “he” must lose himself if he is ever to create (if you look at the ten thousand years of paternalistic control you will perhaps see that his too is what is at the core of the male domination…fear over letting go, fear of letting the feminine take her place…fear of loss of control within and without…)…..just as the sperm is lost to itself, broken apart into its basic parts in order to serve a larger genesis within the ovum. And there, fulfillment, not the death we feared. Over and over we fear losing the carefully formed bubble of ourselves. All the while the universe says “do not fear to die to lose yourself….you are immortal anyway, so its silly this hanging on and yet, there is no rush….” The secret I will tell you is found in a peculiar way of learning to see or look…and its not easy and yet it can (it did for me) stir the two energies enough to get them moving in this grand experience that 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. But you will never be the same, and thanks be to that. But 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 great 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 as the old skin is shed and new realizations fill your head and ripple through the heart of you.

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