For my Gene Keys blog, I finished (with difficulty!) a drawing yesterday – cobra, wild boar and skylark – to illustrate the intuitive animal magic within the 54th Gene Key (6-11 January).
I just now realised they spontaneously embody the Sun, Saturn and Pluto – what a surprise! For today is dawning the exact conjunction awaited all these years.
I feel aligned gently to the heart of the universe as the two Great Beings Chronos and Hades confer with Sol in my soul – my 71st birthday in a day or two. I feel privileged to witness a meeting of celestial archetypes. The vast voluminous sphere with its shimmering Rings, miraculous Moons and 29 year orbit merges with a tiny outer planet’s 240 year cycle; the un-conceptual space of their intimacy through billions of our measurable miles. Both of them mark Solar system parameters; Saturn is that of Time. Pluto – the Hadean Underbeing – is that of Emanation.
The meeting is upon a mandala: a detail, a resonance. Such beauty is in the notes upon the string.
In a dome the size of St Peters in Rome or the Sofia in Istanbul, if a nucleus were a single grain of salt, the positions of electrons would be a few microscopic specks of dust. They whirl through the great chamber not as points or objects but as ocean waves en-sphering the salt grain. Salt for instance, crystallises to the cube, the basic structure of all matter and of Solomon’s Seal: the solar web of our world. The planetary giants’ billion-mile intimacy and its timing is seamless with the galactic space of cell, atom and particle in my body. There is no end.
Within our DNA itself is woven the planetary and galactic science “as above, so below”.
And those who might know better don’t realise this! They have their complaining signboards up in front of their noses and would focus on that narrow waveband round and around, rather than into the cosmos which we are.
Ishvara governs the universe and the infinite subtle geometry of our world with ultimate precision. How clearly I saw for a moment, that we humans including our astrologers and seers often – not always! – choose to read again our Fable rather than the fact; choose to look at a book with dark writing rather than listen to our heart; choose fear and warning rather than openness. Why?
(The wild boar in my drawing shows the old instinct of the hunter and the hunted within our aspiration.)
What if a Reality amazingly and simply other than that convention, quietly unfolds under the gossip? Well then it requires its Seers. In Vedic knowledge each goddess and mantra has its Seer – Ganapati Muni was the Seer of the goddess who fountains without a head – Chinnamasta and her nectarous vibrational sound: Om srim hrim hrim vajra-vairocaniyai hum hum phat svaha (See David Frawley’s Tantric Yoga and the Wisdom Goddesses/1994).
I am a Seer of the world which is mostly concealed by what humans tend to believe in. The Seer develops the discovered Reality through choice and resonance.
It seems we are by default willing to believe in what we are told by others to think. The fibs that fly around are not worth the space of listening to. Just this: why am I willing to believe in lies? Because I have a conditioning that if it makes me tense and anxious it’s bound to be true, it is tribal.
There is at the moment a ray or resonant string: Sun, Earth, Saturn, Pluto, with Jupiter at present amplifying it. The note will be exactly attuned tomorrow evening (13th January) at about 22 degrees 40 in Capricorn. This is compresent with the period (since 1987) of polar-axial tilt to galactic centre; a profound constellational adjustment within our core. There is collective tribal fear of death in such alignment and silence – a feature of eclipse – and the people everywhere speed up and beat the drum.
Contemplate the musical string and the inner quiet when it is struck; the years for the sound to resound and travel as the conjunction slowly opens its seed through Capricorn and into Aquarius, breathing in and out. Honour that, rather than the brittle belief.
Chronos and Hades confer with Sol in my soul. The harmonic is within my body and DNA, microcosmic to the Solar System’s immensity; it is nuclear within my atoms. The wavelength in our nervous system’s connectivity is so easily overlooked and unconscious. A willing awareness with it – rather than follow tittle-tattle – is an “upstream event”. It touches conscious space before the water starts to fall. This is voluntary.
Voluntary in the same way, is metanoia, the in-turning – attuning – of the psyche to Sanctus: the Divine Unexpected.
Most of us as individuals cannot accept that we are all of a piece, because we are accustomed to being regarded as separate phenomena who must struggle with limited resources to impact on each other and events. It seems that many in the spiritual community pay lip service to the Mandala but continue to indulge the gossip. Our surface psychosis shrouds the peaceful event of planetary beings occupying the one thread for a moment in our history’s river.
I began to feel the shroud is in place as a general distraction. It allows the underlying current to follow its natural way to carry the cargo and cleanse our world.
I am all-of-a-piece. When the DNA (through voluntary attentiveness and respect) awakes, the elder Forest Medicine speaks.
An event of Consciousness is the will within any cellular membrane to be conscious, to interact and help to sustain and support and co-create the infinite organ; to heal our wound; to take responsibility. Who starts this but I? I am you. We are. Our I begins the genesis HERE and HERE and HERE. My feeling today is a clear world.
The still, small voice
If you look HERE
If you play with your sword
you won’t; but I’m HERE
You may not hear
what touches you
but HERE, my songs
in your tree, are lovebirds.
From Poems of Eclipse 1999
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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Blessed Bruce Lee
Thanks Gabriel, I love Bruce’s fierce warrior precision, flow and paradox in this interview! Not force, but “honestly expressing yourself” (“running water never grows stale”) and commitment … “water in the cup becomes the cup, it can flow or crash … be water my friend!” His hand movements are inspirational.
And the second clip is a great rhythmic rap … I would like to see the speeded up sequences in slow motion!
Amazing! Thank you for sharing this.I found the three books you mentioned: Jung`s Red Book For Our Time: Searching for Soul under Postmodern Conditions. The first one was available on Kindle for only $9:99 so I bought it and have started reading it. Very interesting. Mara
I do have a question about the microcosm/Macrocosm synchronicity or interconnectedness. Does a breach in the microcosm (say the Blood brain barrier in the brain) reflect as a breach in the macrocosm too? If so in what way might that be?
Thank you for your interesting question Roopa. I will give it a think, and reply if I can!
Hello Roopa, my feeling here is that there is no breach other than what we become conditioned to believe or perceive: the resistant samsara of our lifetimes and our imagined enclosures.
This is partly because life and embodiment on Earth is most often painful, with much friction; because here is where the soul does its work. We have the garden here to dig and to recreate our conscious life and resonance. If you look throughout nature, the seeds under the ground in winter encounter the same resistance through which they grow and produce shoots – not by force but by the gentle power of emanation and solar gravity. They are pulled up by the sun and light and planets, as we are, to open and “ascend” through our root of being. We are in osmosis; we share the photosynthesis.
Fractures or breaches in the whole are a reality to one whose task is to experience in full and investigate that feeling in their life – or sense of apartness. The apartness exists in order to unite.
As I oscillate between the sense of apartness and the Whole, I experience both, which makes me desire the Whole for the Wholeness it brings – like a parent to the child. Concerning the breach, you ask “In what way might that be?” To me it seems to be about perception and also – a conscious choice, for we co-create with the Universal Divine. Sometimes it appears as if things are fractured. That brings the desire, collective and individual, to heal and mend. Is that what you meant?
This only touches on your question.
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