Terma – Dare to Trust

Posted on November 8, 2019 by janeadamsart

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maitreya with leaf

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:

coming out … touch the world

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.”

Master Rakoczy, violinist

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.

Fountain breath, tree of life

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“.

Illumine the coal face

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?

A cosmic violinist – 1988

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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Drawings of Animals, Persons and Phoenix

Posted on November 2, 2019 by janeadamsart

1 November 2019

This is a big post, mainly pictures, most of them drawings I did this year … with some story as it arose.

The sketches of endangered creatures in the Amazon rain forest were commissioned last January for a children’s book to raise awareness . However they were not in the style which the author needed; so here they are for an airing.

The Amazon fruit bat wakes in Plato’s cave. Can you see the snail? – (2018)

bespectacled bear comes out into the open – 2019

Doesn’t each creature tell a story of someone you know, or of yourself on this day or that?

spider monkey 2019

Here, he lets go … Instant enlightenment is on call

poison dart frog 2019

but it isn’t quite … what the seeker expected to find?

giant amazon snail 2019

Very slow and steadily he made his way along the Path, feeling every element …

flying fruit bat 2019

until he could open his heart and fly home …

fruit bats resting 2019

… to rest upside down in the boundless with his friend.

Now here are some family snaps:

man with cat 2018

man caving, birth 2018

my friend, she sits like an eagle 2018

new generation: this is her dad, just back from the war. She’s in the pram … (2018)

These sketches are from my earlier post with Shakti Rising:

Ramakrishna and Yantras – 2019

Sarada Devi wife of ramakrishna (1994)

I found this on a friend’s bedroom wall when I went on a visit – I had forgotten all about it.

My father’s afternoon nap – circa 1972

peter (my father) in devon – 2019

Brave bears …

and a fox at dawn:

Copy from Botticelli; the winds are angelic forces – birth of Aphrodite 2019

this old sketch turned up of Douglas and Catherine Harding – perhaps 1996. They are built open for each other. They tell friends to “See” who they really, really are, like birds on the wire.

Hand mudras – sacred gestures 2019

I went for a walk and met a beautiful nose on four legs

Arthur Koestler 2019 – an old mentor

Here is a story:

Celebrate Nyousha (1997-2019), 2019

In August this year, we held a wake for Nyousha. She was only 22, the cancer started when she was 17. She wrote in her diary that each day, each moment holds the potential to make a change in the world; her courageous statement of living and loving more intensely through her death. She was a feminist and an activist; she deeply searched her soul. This young Persian artist had to die just as she grew up and opened wide. Her radiance illumined and inspired her loved ones. Nyousha is among us. She is grieved; and yet she is free.

In the Phoenix Community house in North London, I have my art room. The fur of old Kabbalist visionary was removed from my room for the weekend, and replaced with the young girl’s vibrant life for her family and all their friends to come and see; her exhibition, her gallery, her soul. We hung her work also all around the house. About 300 people feasted in the garden and there was music. Afterwards her brother carefully put my infrastructure back where it was. My life made room for one whose adult life only began.

Today writing this post and uploading my portrait of her, I discover it is her birthday: 1 November. In Scorpio’s depth today, Mercury pauses to rest on one foot before re-winding the spiral backward. Hence, I reflect further …

Zoroastrian rock phoenix

Creative work supports the soul in yet another miracle of reality. In shock and acceptance, the phoenix turns, ascends within and sings the outrageous alchemical moment in the heart and in Sol.

On hearing it’s her birthday, I got out my colours and struck for Nyousha this coin:

Sketch of Nyousha & a climbing stretch – 2019.

woman running with wolf – 2019

Here now are a few sketches of climbers – always an amusing allegory with conditions of pilgrimage, ascension, meeting our Shadow, call it what you will. We help each other:

Momo Freehill, bouldering 2019

Climbing at the Castle Centre 2019. That is me, near the spectacles, belaying my daughter.

Self and dropped knee/chimneying …

… and herons, from a small book I just completed, about an artist I met when I was 16 – there are experiential roots of Islamic and Hebrew calligraphy:

Heron 2 2019

Alif aleph yod heron 2019

My grandfather, copied from a black and white photograph by Richard Poussette Dart which I found in a book at Kettle’s Yard. I was deeply impressed with the way Poussette Dart portrays him as a working mystic.

Jim Ede from a photograph by Richard Poussette Dart 2019

More of the climbing companions. This oak tree grew out of a sheer gritstone rock face in Yorkshire.

climbing on Agdon Rocher 2019

Tom on the slabs

Back home, my Rilke gallery begins to grow!

Rilke 3

Lou Salome and Rainer Maria Rilke 2019

Procession – 2018

And: my journal today. I want to say again (not didactically) that when I am deeply reflective, it appears to me that we humans are within a genetic matrix which is creating a new Aquarian symbiosis. The animal kingdom is under threat of extinction by the present human imbalance. Yet, looking at the countless small initiatives to protect and conserve a species and restore it to its habitat, I see the birth of a kind of care which did not exist when the beasts and birds were our plentiful hunting ground or amusement. Against the ravages still being made against nature, human conscience in her depth strata expands the palette, embracing our shadows with the dawn.

Care and respect for the animals includes “the soft animal of our body” and soul within us, in all its beauty.

My daughter Marisa with her cat when he wasn’t well

For me, Gaia is not the earth-being alone – for we are not separate. Gaia is our conscious human-earth relationship: to care. The breakthrough comes where hope seems to be lost. The condition is unbearably painful before I agree to pause, turn and evolve – individually as collectively. Nothing can prevent the evolutionary cosmos in the DNA. The evolution proceeds at all levels interwoven: spiritual through psychological to the instinctual body and her seasons; the plant, mineral and subatomic universe.

A phoenix rises from the ashes to our call: transfiguration.

As the sun rises over the horizon it throws long sharp shadows across the field. These confront us in our world at present. Pluto’s movement through Capricorn de-constructs old institutions to make room for new birth. Watching life in the cauldron, as hologram, I observe these basic principles time and time again through the chaos. Since 2012 particularly, we are required to embody the ageless wisdom and to get real: our boots on the ground. As the linear convention of time changes its nature, so emerges in both men and women the feminine, the unconditional rejoicing creature within us who flowers and gives birth.

Sleeping swan (1988). Her nose is where she flies

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