When the author Susan Howatch is writing her novel, she loves all her characters astray and how they develop, light and shadow, bad and good, as they well to life, and she loves them for their problems, their sexual nature, their honest discoveries, their extravagant delusions, and their (some of them) difficult paradoxical-surprise endings. Bishop Jardine lost his inner truth and died a sad man – she loves him for that authenticity. He is loved for that reality. He is one of her inner voices.
This is an important insight with how we are in God, and how we are in our Teacher or Magid. I am loved as my teacher loves me; as my higher Self loves the vehicle along the path. And this is the way I should love – in the difficulties I imagine I and others have.
Kabbalah group notes – 30 October 2014
Who is the Watcher of my life? Go back in time to an early memory – who looked through my eyes? When did I first sense behind me, my Magid, my inner teacher? Keep this question open, because although we may seem to make a priori statements about “the watchers” or “the magidim” for convenience, the inner dialogue is a unique and open mystery to each one of us … when touching base with it. Through it is received the connection: the collective human eagle, seeing far and wide.
The magidim may not present words, they may present a symbol or shape or pattern of events in our life. Gina took a book to bed – the seductive intellectual language of a popular atheist undermining God; an enormous black bluebottle suddenly flew in and hit the page, startling her.
Our Guardians manifest in small doses of synchrony and are “visibly distressed” when a promising pilgrim gets caught up in lower-case politics. Some spiritual- journal entries by an old Indian friend were found, written in 1978 – since then, he became immersed in the Indian political game. The early notes brought tears to the old man’s eyes. Had he lived his life?
Try to perceive when the Voiceless Voice is shaking his/her head behind you or to one side, or withdrawing energy from your impulse. Keep hearing them silently. They know your destiny. They only intervene when they absolutely have to; and then you get three warnings.
Each one of us is a fractal kaleidoscope, giving the childlike Holy One much pleasure.
On healing situations: a practitioner asks sometimes, Is anyone there? If there is, she stops what she’s doing, leaves the room, lets them get on with it.
Operating theatres are filled with the Watchers – those who gather at emergency, at birth and at death: those whose concern is with this human river of destiny.
Discriminate the musical essence from the soul who creates it – discriminate the symphony from the conductor. Schumann said Schubert’s music cleanses and banishes evil. We have these two aspects in our Watchers, to discern – the soul’s essence evolving through light and shadow; and the guiding factor/dialogue with our Magid.
W spoke of portrait painting, and how the connection/contact between artist and sitter over real time and space speaks much more profoundly than a photo. This contact is heart to heart (a way of love).
Warnings cross your path – when Tom was in India, a big python glided by, as thick as a football; yet the person with him didn’t see it. Julia had a dream: should she take a certain path, or stay with Kabbalah? The dream was Chartres with all the seats turned to face the door, the Rose window. There sat a very old man – Melchisedek – and she melted into him. He said, keep the path Kabbalistically. All are one.
You can tell the quality of good or bad movies: likewise your inner guidance – its quiet calibre and commitment, rather than drama.
The language of visions and of dreams comes from the connective link, and when your path forks, note the atmosphere in the fork before you go down it too far.
Sense the Pre-sence of the Guides. Clarity is a breakthrough of Yetzirah into Beriah. In Mozart’s Magic Flute, water flows to the left and fire on the right, with the air we breathe … the flute … in the centre.
Praying for those who died in holocaust or violence, for their rest, we pause – a dark night of soul – a sadness. The inner Teacher helps us to raise the level. They indicate.
A question was asked whether a Watcher or Magid can exist simultaneously incarnate (as an embodied pilgrim) and discarnate (as source of wisdom – like a lighthouse – to distant pilgrims).
The magidim are not angels, they are human – they are involved in the human condition which the angels cannot perceive. The angels have cosmic functions: the magidim are the clear dew of our human resonance above the clouds. They are discarnate in Yetzirah (the World of Formation) and they have a way of orchestrating omens. So look for the pattern of the omens, to see your magid.
On the tandem of magid and embodied soul: while we are discarnate, we can do and be the things in life which we cannot do or be in the physical body – where we have to buy a ticket to get from Finchley Road to Cockfosters. The magid doesn’t buy a ticket or travel – the magid unifies the two places, because the magid stands a little beyond space and time.
Astrology characteristics in our chart, build up an individuated picture over the lifetime.
I do not see the Watcher as a linear fixture. I guess our Guardians and their quality, proliferate according to the level of third eye in the intelligent perception. Each Guardian is a member of their own School, each Guardian has his or her magid also; and when I lift above the waves, I should see through that face-cloud, receiving the quintessential One behind it – transparency on transparency. In spiritual lineages the features change but remain constant as the One. Our Guardians blend the bookends of our life together as a distinct and profound thought form; but we tread the mill. We walk their scented trail.
My basis for contemplation is the Tree, where these thoughts and ideas come naturally.
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