A book “Lighthouse in Kettle’s Yard” – and a Dandelion

My fascination with details will I hope never cease. Each object is a miracle.” (Jim Ede, “A Way of Life”, p.35)

Here is something for you to open on a rainy Lockdown afternoon …

https://lighthouseinkettlesyard.com

I produced this book and basic website almost 18 months ago.  Since then, there seemed to be no leisure time to develop the project or market it!  And still there isn’t.  It finds its natural course like the way it was written.

The website describes my book about what it was like to grow up “in the influence of Kettle’s Yard”. It contains a blog and some (rather lengthy) readers’ feedback to plough through; and a link for you to buy it.

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Photo from “A Way of Life” p.75 (1984)

What is inside your own house that you treasure and got so used to, that perhaps you forgot to notice it?

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Kettle’s Yard itself is for the time being closed along with everything else, but you can visit https://www.kettlesyard.co.uk/about/ and take a virtual tour around Jim’s house (look under “Collection” or scroll down to Resources and then “Take a Tour”).

Jim’s spiral at Kettle’s Yard

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And a Dandelion clock for the time of now …
found this on facebook:

Love laughs at locksmiths and at little viruses.  Love IS viral – a dandelion in a field of buttercups.  My evolving Co-virus “insight”  emerged from the beginning of the crisis, but continues to clarify:  a movement towards adjusting overall balance in the bigger picture.

How can a caterpillar’s worldly dirge comprehend … the butterfly inside … which inexorably cracks the chrysalis?

The inner nature of the co-virus is its homeopathic antidote. 

The condition is psychological; obsessive collective fear about covid19 causes many more people to fall ill and die of it than would otherwise.  The amplified attention and media dirge weaken the physical system into habit-channels of expectation.  

From what I have heard, the co-virus signature is an economic one – a depth change to the existing global Economy towards retrieving a real value-standard;  a more equally distributed wealth, and the coming forth of our humanity to one another.   This great Change initially generates fear, emotional insecurity and stress in relationships. 

Then we must turn to face our music, we must reach above and below the pattern of the “fields we know”  – reach deeper and higher, reach inward –  for an information source which touches and activates our natural resilience.

For this, we are in a general agreement to slow down, value what we notice inside our  houses, and take responsibility with our environment.  “I” start to see “you” in a different way.  In places where difficult issues are confined, this can be hard at first – almost unbearable. And it may take time and commitment to illumine those caverns often rocky and harsh – or confused and crowded.  The walking and the lamp are love. What is love?  A being-with.  Create space for our Self and children to dance in, and respect the other’s. Give room to come and go; to breathe.

What is the antidote, the inmost nature of co-virus?   Joy and the creative uplift of love for life and for others – a conscious choice.  It is incredibly catching.  The songs which keep coming and the way we hear our own – and turn to help each other in crisis – are doing just that.

Knock on door.
“Who’s there?”
“Me.”
“There is no room for two of us.”

Knock on door.
“Who’s there?”
“It is You.”
“Come.  We are within.”

Jalal Al DinRumi

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Dancer by Gaudier-Bzreska in Kettle’s Yard

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 and Gene Keys Diary.

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Antiviral Tools and Hymn to Joy

 

Enjoy Beethoven’s 9th – the Hymn to Joy as played across the Netherlands!

For embodying Odes to Joy, you may like to visit and dance Five Rhythms with Ajay https://www.5rhythms.com/teachers/Ajay+Rajani   He now holds online dance sessions through the Wave on Tuesdays at 7.  Anyone may join with Zoom and dance all together in our homes.  I will post the link here as soon as I have it.   “Flowing movement through the chaos” (he said) – “that is what the chaos is here for;  for you to dance through it.

In this long post I compile some insights and impressions I received from others over the last month and pass them on in the hope that they may help.  You may have read some of them already.  I also have rather a lot to say, as usual – this time, a mini-book.  I’m afraid this is my usual fault whenever I start writing, so please bear with me, and skip my musings if they are not relevant.

In my block of flats someone has an electronic piano and each day at intervals she practices Bach prelude no 1 in C major, and others.  I went to my piano to play the same prelude!  A strange rooted strength from the collective flowed through my arms and fingers.  Shall we talk to each other through Bach?

The Chinese goddess Kuan Yin in her Parnashavri aspect became a Hindu deity.  She is also adopted in Buddhism as protector against outbreaks of disease.

Kwan Yin. This portrait now belongs to Annie Dorcas in the “Masters series” she commissioned from me in 2007.

In http://www.esolibris.com/articles/god/kuan_yin_parables.php   Hope Bradford writes (extract):

“Human mistakes and inaccuracies are no less important than divinity. The incredible process of being human allows for the higher self to acknowledge and extract divinity from ones trials and tribulations.

“Further, Kuan Yin advises that what is needed on earth is compassion for the untruth. Touching untruth’s shoulder with the utmost tenderness, she shows her infinite capacity for love and forgiveness. Stemming the tide of war and destruction can only occur, the Goddess maintains, through the sprinkling elements of truth and healing.

“This process requires one be centered upon and understand the issues of his or her life from a place of detachment. To examine ones life from this perspective allows the Higher Self to participate in daily choices and problem solving. While ego is responsible for maintaining the self during waking reality, much of the pressure of decision-making can be mitigated when allowing ones relationship with the higher-self to unfold.”

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A Pharmacist I spoke to, said:  “The virus is omnipresent through interaction of our human generic body with environment.  It isn’t something passing from one person to another.  ALL OF US HAVE GOT IT BUT SOME INDIVIDUALS REACT WITH SYMPTOMS – OTHERS NOT.   Like other flu viruses, it is in the human system generally.  The different ways we react depend on our inbuilt physical and psychological matrix.   Those of us who do not react symptomatically might not know it’s there.  The heroic effort to prevent it can be sometimes an interference.   Interference which is ignorant of the viral nature may also stimulate it.”  

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As I understand this, the viral entity interacts with the human entity. Covid19 is one among many flu viruses which flow through the human system and sometimes manifest as symptoms and sometimes not.   Year by year the health services battle with vaccines against each new one.

What is my “vaccine” for now?  Positive, intelligent thought, courage and considerate action.  Be on the ball and bathe in the Sea.  Of course I have the virus.  It is in my fearful thoughts and dark holes and grumpiness.  I feel sore and vulnerable to those, which flag up my personal ego-misery-belief. My dark projection isolates the phenomenon into thingness and determines the way I interpret life.

Viral activity – and I include excessive social media – is yet an element within what I see as a vast agency of change through humankind at the present time.  The virus is malleable; it changes lives; it is our teacher.  I have it, you have it, it is in us all.  The pattern of “trying to control it” may reinforce in the same way our shadow fears and thoughts, so we need to be aware of those. The researchers and medics do their work. The virus should not however take front burner in our mind; let go the compulsive quizzes, let life go on.  Above all, don’t join the game of someone or something to blame.

Psyche and body are one: my thoughts create and reinforce my physical life through expectation.  Tune into the  individual responsibility, the love and care for each other – the little lights here and there around the globe increase like stars and begin to join up.

Someone also said, “Ignorance has made a massive collective effort to constrict the life force wanting to burst from our bodies.”

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The “I” particle (higgs-bosen) in the quantum science of Global Energy Parliament.  Red, Black, White are equivalent to the Three Gunas in Hinduism.

Swami Isa of the Global Energy Parliament.net spoke on 21 February – Sivaratri day.  A friend in GEP sent to me the gist of it: 

Swamiji wants everyone to take the global situation very seriously, but to be ever vigilant about the quality of our thoughts and emotions. He says this is an “intellectual war” and a dark dominated thought has been created. We need to create balance in ourselves and externally too.  Hope you are taking good care.  

He said … it’s a war of intellect or Buddhi – here he means the organ of thought. It was manmade and is pervasive and deeply penetrating. Together with this, he spoke about the coming problem of faithlessness in people, and how people are just “considering God but not realising God.”  

To resist this virus and to not be affected by the fear and destruction in this mental war, we need to build mental strength or Manas.  Manas/mind means the organ of emotions. Of course this comes through real faith, not contrived faith.  The physical part He says is very serious and we should take care to build the physical immunity along with the intellectual and mental.  

And yes, the kindness and softness of people that comes out of this crisis is a treasure…  So far India is not yet in a panic stage, but I think that once shutdowns start, it may happen. Most people are still going about normal duties, except that the schools are closed.

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This story was written by a member of Global Energy Parliament:

And the great blue whale, the small spider, the cherry blossom, the coconut palm, the moss-covered stone, they all came. One by one, the animals and trees and rivers and rocks of Earth climbed the great steps in the sky to see the Mother of the Universe and tell their sorrows.

And after hearing all of them, including the beetle and the bluebell, Mother closed Her great eyelids and the feathery black lashes fell down over Her eyes that held galaxies.

A thought came out of the darkness, “My children are tired, sad, and besieged by the humans who have forgotten Me. In their endless piles of desires and fears, they have become merciless tyrants on the Earth.”

The voice of the shark had been loud and thoughtful. “O Mother, we do not ask a large thing. We don’t want to annihilate our human brothers and sisters. We just want to breathe freely, to roam freely, to swim in free blueness, to dance with the stars again in clear skies, without fear of harm or harming. Just for a day.”

“Just a day?” She had asked.

“Yes, just one day,” he had said. “We know the conditions of Kali Yuga, the age of darkness, are so vast and deep, that we do not ask You to overturn what the mighty wheel of Time has ordained. We just ask for one day of peace and freedom again to roam as we should, to live without this incessant noise and burden of humankind.”

The tiger cub had approached Her soft ankle, and as She lifted him to Her face and stroked his fur, he said, “Mother, they have forgotten you. They live by desire and fear alone. You are the Mother of the Universe. Won’t it be very easy to do something, just for one day?”

She had considered their proposal. A day to make the humans stay indoors, a day to make them consider their mountains of desires which brought them no happiness, a day to make them see that their endless planning and developments brought them no freedom, a day to make them see the fear that ate them from the inside out.

“A day to make all the humans stay inside their homes,” She said. “So be it.”

And as She closed Her eyes, from Her brow came a great Thought, and planted itself somewhere on the Eastern part of the Earth, and it spread like wildfire through human thought. It replicated with force, like a virus, and fear made it grow. Desires made it grow.

But in the deepest parts of the human hearts who had not forgotten Her, the light of faith led them forward.

And then one day, all of the humans, those with fear and those with faith, stopped their factories, went inside their houses, closed their doors, and sat down.

The plants heaved a great sigh of relief, and slowly unfurled their delicate fingers, to touch the Sun, the Air. The Wind laughed playfully as he swept the dust to the horizon, and the Ocean once again danced with its millions of colourful children. A slow day of peace and contentment embraced the Earth, a day of nothing in particular except reverence, sincerity, and truth.

At last when the Sun dipped down towards the lowest hills, the animals and trees and rivers and rocks turned their heads upwards. They prayed to the Mother and cast their endless love to Her. Finally they turned and said, “So be it.”

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I think the virus is also in the mind, generating fear.  I am counteracting that with very strong thoughts and feelings of gratitude and care. They come spontaneously with an upsurge of gravitational centre – a smile! – especially after I have felt anxious for a bit.  A counter current of creativity, liberation and joy flows in many places wherever realised.  I take care of the life in my hands but I refuse to be dominated by collective panic.  As you say, it is crucial to co-create the balance.  So the balance is where I look each time.

There is a greater process unfolding.  It is behind the fear-cloud which is at present being expelled from the human root.  I see the fear-cloud as a phenomenon that is departing from us.  The mental virus which gripped people about it makes us feel the more vulnerable – especially in the social media.

The physical disease is a symptom of the mental agitation, to me they are one and the same whatever the white coats might say.   At the same time there is a new clarity and beauty in the Higher Self; as Above so it is Below.

What a challenge to live in freedom and external considering!   We can choose.  To keep discerning this – to recognise the tracks in my mind and change them is my work.  My mother and I had some good conversations about it.  One aspect of the counter-current I notice is: taking more care of and appreciating each other.  Walking the extra mile.  Noticing more.

It is a question of attitude.  I am so glad we are in touch.   Strong hands!

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Builders of the Adytum – The Tarot Tableau

The Builders of the Adytum in Los Angeles circulated this Equinox Message

Planetary Influences in 2020
March 2020

While the turmoil in the world seems to be intensifying as the old world order disintegrates, it is informative to consider the planetary influences converging on us this year.  2020 started with five planets in Capricorn, and strong planetary groupings will continue their influence throughout most of the year.

At the March equinox, Mars, Pluto, Jupiter, and Saturn will all be in very close proximity to each other in the earthy sign Capricorn, associated with worldly affairs, big business, and finance.  These are the areas that seem globally to be out of alignment with the Aquarian Age themes of harmony, goodwill, and concern for one’s fellow man.  In addition to these, the Moon (Tarot Key 2, the Uniting Intelligence) also joins this group just before the equinox.

All the planets mentioned are within a very narrow band of eight degrees or “conjunction,” and this focused association with each other displays certain characteristics according to the nature of each planet.  Conjunctions intensify the combined energies, and the interaction can stimulate significant changes in the consciousness of mankind.  And we know that to have an evolutionary change, the race mind must change!

Most significant is the tight conjunction of Pluto (Tarot Key 20) with Saturn (Tarot Key 21).  Pluto, considered the “higher octave” of Mars, is related to the destruction of the coffins of error that hold us in bondage.  The outer planet Pluto is a generational planet; and it primarily portends great transformational changes in world matters and race consciousness, changes that affect us all macro cosmically.

The interaction of Pluto and Mars (Tarot Key 16) with the other planets in the configuration indicates that there are likely to be explosive reactions that will bring about the destruction of outworn conditions but will also give the impetus for new beginnings.  The influence of Jupiter (Tarot Key 10) indicates that these outcomes are the ultimate of a beneficent nature.

It will be interesting to observe just what effect these planetary influences have on the world stage during this time period.

Microcosmically, we are also personally impacted by these strong energies.  As aspirants on the Path of Return, we should choose our responses to these influences very consciously, not reacting with the normal fear and anxiety of the masses, but by using our tools of Tarot and Qabalah to react creatively and constructively to these intractable forces.  This is what we are being trained to do.

Being born on the cusp of a New Age brings incredible gifts along with the turmoil, gifts that we bear the responsibility of safeguarding and developing for all mankind.  No one ever told us the Aquarian Age would be easy!  But oh, what an opportunity for growth! …for ourselves, and for planet Earth.  Let us be grateful for these gifts, and that we are here now to enjoy their rewards.

Working together in Love and L.V.X.,
The Builders of the Adytum

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13 March 2020 – From the Italian Lockdown

Yes there is fear. Yes there is isolation. Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness. Yes there is even death.

But, they say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise
You can hear the birds again.

They say that after just a few weeks of quiet
the sky is no longer thick with fumes
but blue and grey and clear.

They say that in the streets of Assisi people are singing to each other
across the empty squares, keeping their windows open
so that those who are alone
may hear the sounds of family around them.

They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland
Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.

Today a young woman I know is busy spreading fliers with her number
through the neighbourhood so that the elders may have someone to call on.

Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples
are preparing to welcome and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary.

All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting.
All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way.
All over the world people are waking up to a new reality
to how big we really are;
to how little control we really have;
to what really matters;
to Love. 

So we pray and we remember that
yes there is fear but there does not have to be hate.
Yes there is isolation but there does not have to be loneliness.
Yes there is panic buying but there does not have to be meanness.
Yes there is sickness, but there does not have to be disease of the soul.

Yes there is even death,
but there can always be a rebirth of love.
Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.

Today, breathe.
Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic.
The birds are singing again.

The sky is clearing, Spring is coming
and we are always encompassed by Love.

Open the windows of your soul
and though you may not be able to touch across the empty square,
… Sing.

– Fr. Richard Hendrick, OFM
March 13th 2020

 

Alison McCabe writes from Hebden Bridge: “Yesterday tuning into the virus as part of the One Body I felt it is no coincidence it affects the respiratory system. I experienced the Earth able to breathe again, a huge moment of release from the constriction of pollution. It’s possible the forests burning meant we were on the edge of a catastrophic atmosphere event which has been averted by the virus. The virus being a mirror of the constriction of the Earth and human love breaking free. I see that when I see the flamingo toking into the water and seeing her blush soft pink reflection. Such a perfect colour for Universal Love.

“Pallas Athena the Warrior Goddess is also exactly conjunct Mars in the Equinox stellium in GK61. She is in the context the self-organising principle, the new authority of the feminine. Perhaps she is the salmon, leaping against all odds upstream from the place of zero gravity.”

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Tantra Nova Practice – a message from Elspeth and Freddy in Chicago

We want to support you during these challenging times by sharing ways of keeping our body, heart and mind in a balanced and peaceful state which allows for fending off viral and bacterial intruders as well as assists us in healing and experiencing wellness.

To support your emotional and mental SELF stay and return to balance, we’d like to gift you with a couple of meditation practices:

Conscious Breathing Meditation 

Integration Meditation

This meditation supports you in rebalancing and integrating your whole being countering stress, worries and hopelessness. Set aside 25 minutes every day to cultivate your body’s resources and strengthen your immune system. Download both practices on your phone so you can access them anytime and anywhere.

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My friend Genevieve wrote today on surrender.  This is her website:

ABOUT US

THE BALANCE BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARK

“These are the times when we grow.”  I found myself writing this to a friend this evening.

This week my husband and I decided to start self-isolating.  Amongst the perceived confusion and chaos currently being experienced in the UK (and across the globe) due to the fast spreading COVID-19, there is a benign virus emerging and its called surrender. Things have moved pretty fast in a short few weeks I think you would agree?

No longer can we deny our global interconnection.  No more can we bury our heads in the sand and pretend that borders are secure, futures are predictable and comfort zones are forever.  No more.  The world is changing all around us and all we have left in many instances are our stories about what this change means.  As I have written about many times, our stories can either enable us to transform and grow, or they can bring us perpetually back around to negative loops of victimhood. The only thing we can influence is our choice as to which mythology we live within.

Every story has both a light, and a dark side.  The question is, can you distinguish between the two?

The familiar story of social collapse and apocalypse can be devastating to those who are attached to things remaining the same. Especially those of us (most people in the first world) have been privileged enough to live life’s of abundance and plenty through the perpetuation of capitalism.

The same story can be liberating if you are at the wrong end of the social power system and are desperate for change, no matter what this may bring. In this instance you will feel empowered and excited by the prospect of the unknown, even if what’s coming is scary and chaotic.

Every story has a truth and a challenge. The apocalypse story has been repeated throughout the ages, relating to civilisations, world views and lands. It is one that has become ingrained in the human psyche through our DNA memory and our myth. To a degree, there is an inherent truth to its unfolding and many of us could argue that we have been seeing the signs of its coming all around us for decades.

However, with the ‘truth’ the story also brings its challenge.  Can we evolve enough in our thinking, speaking and acting to change the outcome this time?

Perhaps…  Then again, perhaps not.  Perhaps we will change the outcome but its effect will be imperceivable for generations to come. Or perhaps we already are changing it, with every single word we read,  Or say. Or write.

Every time we straddle the paradox of the light and the dark, seeing both as presenting a truth and a challenge in our thinking, speaking and doing, we are able to evolve beyond the historical patterns that have led to past apocalyptic events.

Every time we surrender and embrace change, no matter if we can see its eventual outcome, we are transforming our DNA and the stories of our ancestors who largely felt victimised and helpless in the face of the changes they experienced.

And we are by no means helpless.

Today we move into the Spring Equinox. The day in the Northern hemisphere where there is an equal amount of day-light to night-dark.

This is a time of magic and alchemy where we get to choose ‘active surrender’ and ‘joyful hope’. A time where we can offer our gifts to our family and community because they need it and we need to give it.

A moment when we can embrace both the truth and the challenge of our times and become the still point between night and day.

Genevieve Boast, http://www.beyondhumanstories.com

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My daughter wrote to me – “Did you know soap is more effective than anti-bac gels with added antivirus? Viruses are fatty and soap disrupts fat, so simply causes the virus to disintegrate. So that’s all that’s needed at home. When you’re out, you could use alcohol gel or improvise.  So lots of hand washing before and after being out, touching new things and no face touching before hand washing. Can’t do much about talking to people except try not to stand close to them – 6 feet unless there’s a breeze I guess. Face masks only protect others from people who have it already so no point using them for protection. The next few weeks will be interesting!”

I replied – 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/243304676214939/658503791361690/?comment_id=658967507981985&notif_id=1584602172298010&notif_t=group_comment_mention

“Or steaming the face in a bason of very hot water with towel over head might have the same effect.  I bought you some cordiceps which strengthens the immune system, raises red and white blood-cells and is easy and pleasant to take.  I’ll try to drop it round, later today.  Much love  XXX

“Just tried the method – pour boiling water into basin or bowl, lower face over it, drape head with towel to keep heat in and breathe thro nose for five mins.  It is a facial sauna.  The theory is that heat destroys virus in the sinuses, which are otherwise the coolest part of body.  Feels nice and refreshing too!  Viruses like cold and hate the heat. The video recommends using a hairdryer and squirts of water to cool.  XXX


Thank you Chris Elam, for the photo!

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Grandma Corona …coronama (by Bibi 19.3.20)

This too am I: a small mindless bug
searching for soft tissue to live in.
I stare it in the face
though it is too small to see
I thought corona meant crown
but it seems to mean cold.
And now I am a self-isolated grandma.
For if I get sick
I might die.

Somebody talked today about old people
clogging up the hospital system.

Like fur clogging up arteries,
we oldies interrupt the flow.
And perhaps this is simply true.
The old need to make way for the young.

But no, darlings, Now is not about
a cull of the ancients.

In this rattling of the planet
we are all enmeshed,
shaking and afraid
in our web of connection

and the green things and the furry and scaly things and the cycles of the moon
carry on in their glorious rotation
and as we retreat and shut down
and gather the fracture around us

the non-thinking beings have a rest from our
lack of balance, from our
entitlement, from our heedless
slashing through the pathways of life.

From our thinking.
From our
thinking that we can have what
we want.

And we sit in our houses that have now become cocoons.
And we sit
in the lap of our solitude
and feel the strangest stirring of joy.

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The following transmission of Alcazar through Prageet in the “Stargate” teachings introduces the work of Isabelle Benarous.  Please visit the website under the transcript for more information.

Beloved Ones, we greet thee, ‘tis Alcazar.

The whole world is reacting to this coronavirus as if it is something totally new, totally unknown – it is not. Yes, it is a new form, and this new form will soon be seen as just another variety of your flu in years to come. Right now the chaos and panic that has been created has also created a great opportunity on many levels.

We have told you this year would be a year of change, a year of acceleration, and a year of opportunity for those who are willing to be in the moment, who are willing to listen to their intuition. There are many opportunities that will arise from this global shutdown/slowing down and we will address these in times to come.  We would like to comment right now on an opportunity that Isabelle Benarous, is offering to those who wish to accept it.

First, let us say a little about our perspective on dis-ease which most of you have heard before. It is your vibration, your moment by moment vibration that you radiate, that attracts to you experiences that you need in order to know Self better. We have said over and over again that your subconscious programming, your limiting patterns that come from this unconscious layer within, guide your life far more than you are generally aware of.

This programming comes from situations, mainly, that have occurred in the very early years of your life. They are programs which are created by conflict, by situations that you as a very small child could not understand, could not grasp, and in that inability to resolve those issues at the time, they were repressed in order for you to continue living day by day. These limitations can allow imbalance in the body, and this imbalance allows various dis-eases to come into your field, into your body.  So, right now this coronavirus, it is impossible for some people to have this virus within them as an illness. For, they do not have the associated conflicts, the associated subconscious programs that allow this, but obviously many do.

Our friend, Isabelle Benarous, is offering a program that can explain from a more scientific basis how you can:

-first of all understand this virus and the various flu viruses in general

-what kind of conflicts that you would have in your life that would allow this virus to come to you

-how to change these conflicts so that you are no longer open to receive these various flu viruses

And so, we wish to support this one, Isabelle, and we wish to support the Stargate Global Community in understanding and receiving the wisdom from Isabelle which we fully endorse.  We will be joining her, as we have done in the past, to bring in energetic support for the understanding and wisdom that she will be sharing.  We invite you to join us!

https://www.thestargateexperienceacademy.com/preventing-the-flu-virus

The meeting with Isabelle Benarous to discuss her work was on 25th March, but the video is available on the website as well as follow-up.

Mary Gaia. This painting belongs to Annie Dorcas who commissioned it from me for her series of Master portraits in 2007

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And from a friend on Union Island …

“Breathe and take your time for it, 
Be a master of the Present time: Reign by Light and Love.  
Being Grateful for each of your breaths”
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And now, to share with you this morning’s breakthrough (27 March):   
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My mother had a fall the day before yesterday just as she was approaching the castle gate after her walk but got back on her feet alright and no ill effects.  Yesterday she saw in the very early morning Orion setting to the west. We talked today about what appears to rise and set but it is our rotation past it, and the unimaginably vast distance of those stars from each other which we call “Orion” and tell a story about, how he guards our winter sky;  and the depth of such a star from his belt.  She said we might never see each other again.  That is a possibility.  It saddens and frightens me.  It is still more likely though, that we shall see our way through.  It is in the net somehow of the stars, sentinels of the measureless night.  She said we must obey the rules regarding visits and separation and help the government and hospitals. She walked up Watery Lane yesterday and saw the primroses.  They are abundant this year, full and fat – last year they were sparse. Gradually I learn to connect with her in a “real” way through phone to support her soul strength.  Imagination develops and there are ways.  We might read verses of poetry to each other, for instance.
At present, sharing house details is fun, funny and stimulating.  My daughter and I last night cooked our supper together with our telephones on loudspeaker to hear the chopping board and advise each other.  The openings of practical connection in real time blossom everywhere as loved ones improvise.  Solidarity!
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I begin to understand my problem with phone calls.  It’s because I often felt an emotional obligation in them.  Jettison the emotive cloud.  I was away from the world yesterday and have no idea how the virus is progressing but I understand it is mushroom-clouding.  My inner eye sees it grab the Aries energy and rise toward falling again.  It was born (like the Redeemer) during December the midwinter solstice, though it was probably activating in November.

I see a Tao fish.  It has its own processional interface with humans.  It curves now steeply into the human genome, and will later decline, whatever is done or not done to contain or slow it down.  The efforts to contain it are made in the particle interaction (the experimenter’s consciousness determines position or motion).

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Of what use are my insights?  We each need to garner our own.  But “understanding” is valuable because it is of the world’s Atom. If I have and cultivate it, if it comes to me, be sure others have it too; it prospers here as elsewhere by quantum resonance.   I feel physically strange and weak, and yet I am fit and yesterday after I danced I went for a walk and began to run – 200 metres or so each time – with my hips, longish strides, flow; practice this daily, I shall become able to run further.  The exercise should not force my body, but consciously open its bliss, smooth movement and natural function, breathing deeply.

These images show the principle applied in proportional balance – the flower of Life.  However, we live in a living Universe of Asymmetry.

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Develop this interesting idea which has been around for a month or so, here.  Imagine circles or spheres. The curve of the viral circumference enters the curve of the human circumference.  It is similar to a partial eclipse.  The vesica pisces is at first tiny.  Exponentially the oval expands “as above so below” during the period the viral body moves through the collective human body.  It grows swiftly at first, and on this basis I guess, most statistical predictions are made and graphs are drawn.

Predictions whether material or occult tend to be made from the observed culture in a single snap-shot or slide.  They have to be made continuously over the whole period of growth and decrease to encompass the phenomenon in the fourth dimension.  With that understanding the vaccine can be developed.  By then, the viral graph is waning!

I don’t know if the researchers regard the virus in this way – a sphere passes through the human sphere and occludes a portion of it as the shadow increases and then decreases.  It is unlikely that it is a full eclipse.  However it is probably destined through the Law of Hesed and Gevurah (see Kabbalah Tree below) to bite; to stay with us for a period sufficient to start to dismantle and equilibrate the human industrial excess.

Look into Nature and the mystery of Gaia’s Law and order; how it breathes, how it expands with Hesed and contracts with Gevurah.  The human hive will reconstruct itself rapidly.  There may follow a new wave of the same virus or a fresh virus or some other factor in the general reduction of our species’ speed.   The brakes are put on and the force against them is huge at first.  It is all ultimately to do with Balances and realignment to universal biorhythm.  It is rapid but in our scale it takes time.   The Change is here: the tip-point.

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Archangel Mikael – in renaissance art, the expanding oval in the vesica pisces housed angelic figures and the Madonna.

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I register this insight profoundly.

Astrologically I have Pluto in Leo 12th House (stay indoors, go within) and Saturn in Virgo 1st House (obey the rules when I go out.)   Pluto dismantles and transmutes infrastructure (centrifugal); Saturn builds boundaries around the continuous result (centripetal).

The full ripening of their interplay in my life arrives in my 8th decade together with the collective coronavirus crisis.  This year the South node, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn and Pluto transit my full-moon natal Sun in 24 Capricorn – my 71st birthday.  With the Moon joining the stellium on 17 March just before Equinox, the coronavirus situation intensified.

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Conference of creatures, 1987

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There are at least two levels of vaccine.  The one is developed by experiment in chemical laboratories.  The other – I now perceive – develops a full curve of  “the understanding” with Covid19.  This may be inbuilt, and manifest as an apparent immunity, or lack of symptoms.

A vaccine gives a dose of the disease sufficient to arouse reactive antibodies against it before it grips the body.  “The understanding” doses itself homoeopathically with the disease’s rise and fall as a fluid shaping.  The conscious understanding contains the “before” and the “after” in the present.  The antibodies in the energy field are small geysers of joy, gratitude and love for others.  The disease finds outlet for its expression in this way.  Around the world this is happening spontaneously.  Our fear of suffocation, isolation and death unites us in the Life.

Watch any part of the sea’s surface: the movement of the waves against, through and with each other.

The full compass of “the understanding” is compassion and social empathy, wherever we are placed – in a refugee camp or in our family home.  Being scientific is at root, “self-knowledge” for the etymological seed of “science” is “to know”.   The virus attacks etheric and physical imbalance within the system.  Its action generates a massive flow of “soldiers” (in alchemy).  That rush when it cannot be “understood” or governed is probably what overwhelms the lungs.  From what I have heard, it blocks the breath with dry mucus.

Of interest in this light, in the Aurobindo canon is the Mother’s account of her experience in 1919: http://auromaa.org/13-7-a-flu-epidemic-in-japan/   Surely, she healed many others, in turning this one around in herself; for at the cellular level we are all one.

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When I write in this way I feel and am working with the disease as it passes through me. I am reciprocally “flooding it” with my tempo of the understanding.

“The understanding” which Ramesh Balsekar talked about is Wisdom – the innate wisdom of the Universe – a universal solvent or re-balancing.   With “the understanding” we move with the world.

Wisdom and Understanding.

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Ramesh and devotee, 1999

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The Kabbalahsociety circulated earlier this week, a new coronavirus Tree of Life to show the general principles.

Tree of Life – Coronavirus – by Kabbalahsociety.org   From within the Tree we observe our  choice – to look down or to look up?    The viewpoint is from each of the three transformative levels – physical, self and visionary – in Tifareth, the heart of the Tree of Life.   We start where the condition is earthed – in our body’s response. Then we move deeper and higher through ourselves into the vision of global rebalancing at Kether.   Tifareth the sphere of Beauty encompasses the whole movement of root and shoot.

View the situation as a Kabbalist.

I wrote earlier in this post of the waxing and waning “partial eclipse” of human body as virus “body” passes over it:  the vesica pisces where two circles of spheres overlap.

With the Tree of Life I am reminded of the crescendo (Hesed) containing the inevitable decrescendo or contraction (Gevurah): the universal interplay of expansion and restraint throughout nature.   All things follow the Law:  arise, settle, change and fade.

 

A Tree by Z’ev ben Shimon Halevi, demonstrating the structure and work of an esoteric School

Tree of Life Sefiroth and Paths showing the Tarot Arcana

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Seek and find again and again the springs – the glad sources within our being, at Tifareth. I feel something at the back of my upper chest – it is like when I throw off a cold.  It is time to dance again.

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It is amazing how the dance reflex is working now.  My favourite is Dead Can Dance – the  track “Towards the within” is pagan, wild, sensuous and worshipfully mysterious.  Call up the beautiful “earth snakes”.  Slow tai chi motion too.

If you are still with me, here is a link to this week’s Covid19 contemplation in my Aquariel blog, and to my recent posts with the Gene Keys:

https://janeaquariel.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/covid19-a-creative-contemplation/

https://genekeysdiary.wordpress.com

Last night we clapped at 8 for the NHS and lit up the streets!  As with Greta last year, it took one little girl to tweet the idea; it bush-fired around the country – we all got The Clap – with music from house to house and dancing:  Virally yours!

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Little girl with Lighthouse, 1956

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Sun, Saturn, Pluto

Cupola: Angel’s Sound (1988)

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.

54th Gene Key Dream-Arc: the Shadow, Gift and Siddhi:  “greed” (cobra), “aspiration” (wild boar) and “ascension” (skylark)

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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.

Angel’s sound – spiral mandala – 1988

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.

Discovery circa 1963 – a painting I did at school

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.

Ramana Maharshi’s silence, the poet Ganapati Muni and a scribe

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.

The Fool and the Lamb in a tent at night listen to Angels – 1988

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
connects.

If you look HERE
you’ll find.

If you play with your sword
you won’t;  but I’m HERE
our bridge.

You may not hear
what touches you

but HERE, my songs
in your tree, are lovebirds.

From Poems of Eclipse 1999

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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. See also Aquariel

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A New Year – Wings within Spine

Circle, courtesy of The Sun Hermit (Tom Corsus)

With Christmas we are thresholding Capricorn – the thresher of the Dweller – for the midwinter Solstice came late this year, on the 23rd.  This morning in north Somerset the sky is as eggshell crisp and blue over the hills; the sun rose in fiery gold splendour and the parcels were opened.  And the light will begin again to grow.

Painting by Jung in “The Red Book” – Jung’s fabulous Odyssey in the Sun-boat

Mac Macartney’s bookThe Children’s Fire” deeply touches me in his un-mapping of Wales. Along the numinous borderland of Druidic Albion, through wet leaves, frosty nights and carefully concealed firelight, refuse was chucked at Mac from cars, but also he met the ageless kindness from strangers. Mac’s odyssey towards pre-Roman Anglesey turns my nose and antlers towards the re-wilding movement.  In the tiny pockets where this starts, a seminal abundance collects.  The outlets are not many nor yet large, but the pressure underneath them is great, for human has cut back, tamed, tarred and scarred, regimented the ground and stamped out the witch.  The magical force concentrates around the vents like the tiny proportion of liberators in the mass human entity.

As Earth rotates so the core magma passing centrifugally through geological planes converts to nature’s irrepressible force and beauty;  Gaia, the greening.

This year I will walk with the re-wilding enterprise and the global energy parliament  and my patch of ground in the Gene Keys field.

Look at these sacred geometries in the dance of planetary time and space (read more; this https://ecohustler.com/technology/winter-solstice-fibonacci-and-earths-alignment-with-the-galactic-core/ is fascinating about the present alignment of Earth’s polar axis to galactic centre at solstice) – the real world we live in; the living texture of astrology.  Behold the cosmic patterning which silences the interpreter!

My inner eye opens again to perceive the spheres, the Suns; their shape and energy. Pockets of florescence, like nutritious energy-balls or bath bombs, explode and fizz “in the air”. Dandelion clocks scatter angels with one blow.    When nature’s tide reclaims the urban-industrial blotch, she could do so beyond expectation like the breach of a dam – the vigour and abundance will astound.  Who knows when or how this happens? It seems unlikely in regions burnt by global warming – and the forecast even there is unpredictable.  Where a branch is pruned, many sprout.  It will probably happen as the human population drops – at any time during this century.  Our DNA is coded collectively;  in harmony with natural forces and formation, the population may start to physically decrease.  The DNA is omnipresent, lacing the human form with the molecular evolution, atom to galaxy.

Consider also the vital DNA in the gut, its garden, and the old alchemists’ wisdom of the black dragon, the white Chyle and the red and white roses.  By roses, I mean the instrument of life in the blood.  All the teachings now say, put your hand on your belly, breathe into your bum.  Consciousness of the Solar plexus and intestinal wealth cancels the old ignorance which chucked it into the road.  It means valuing this organ of the body and the substances passing through it which are acted upon by enzymes to release nutrients and the Sun.  In Heaven there is no dirt.  It is not random that pure sexuality flows tandem with the gut.  The Tarot Hermit – Hebrew letter Yod – rules with his lamp the whole region, darker than a cave; the galactic night of his mountain peak.

Builders of the Adytum Tarot Key 9 – the Hermit (Virgo)

My Solar-return Moon this year is the Hermetic sign Virgo, in 2nd house. Just now the sun comes into the room, and on my “altar” is a tiny spark of light – the facet of a gem between Yab-yum lovers.   It echoes and earths the candle flame above it, about a foot away.  I feel sleepy and still this morning.  In the night I was awake a lot – perhaps a download; the pressure of Nature’s fountain through “outlets”.

The natural outlets – dolmens, temples, stone rings and streams – flow beneath the urban grid on sacred Albion and bide time.  Lifetimes can pass in the dreaming. The perennial magic in this land was long crucified but will sprout –  according to the cosmic relation beyond the window of history we teach ourselves.  I will contemplate Britain’s underground occult river.  Planted in the generative mind, the holy places will manifest. The human need begins here and there to work with nature not as a mere resource but with profound cooperative care and love.

Kabbalah Tree of Life as a Garden – 1989

In a wildish orchard near Chesham, a large animal sat quietly like a cat and watched my presence with long large ears, wide apart on slender neck, probably a deer.   Long minutes we watched each other, without movement and at a distance.  Near the farmhouse behind hedge and gates, the creature sat in the long grass, alert as the dew;  my solstice messenger.

With the wisdom that comes through here, I can focus on the re-wilding initiatives under the defiantly ailing human crust.  The ailing human crust, solid as it seems with its cities, infrastructure and disease, is a collective dream we subscribe to.  There is a choice.  Subscribe to the magazine or media-misery with its shiny photo-squares or cultivate through nature’s Imagination the spherical “bombs” of consciousness;  the subterranean limestone rivers, the enormous abundance of leaf, flora, bacteria and fauna behind the human bungalow.  Imagine the dolmens, the stones and druids.  Many druids reborn nowadays are in the work.  Come here to refresh myself and drink when I get tugged astray with grief – come Home.  I live in the physical dream but I move with the metaphysical (supra-physical) Malkuth – subtle, secret and unlimited.

Here is Origin – the mountain peak down which flow as rivers the messengers throughout human time.  When the vision is open, I see – in collective resonance – the human form symbiotic with the Garden and with the beasts whom in another dreamtime it dominated and decimated; whom now it seeks to name and nurture, for they are our body.  The DNA serpent is our awakening to this fact. Genesis is timeless.

Come now to embrace the indigenous Dreamtime which encircles the human game which “got spoiled”.  The Dreamer runs back and forth in time’s great landscape.

What spoiled our terrain?  The primary-school level of quarrelling.  Our future is not in that.  Our real future is that nothing can stop the human genome from growing up to take responsibility.  We grow out of our age – about eight years old at present.  Nothing can stop humankind from maturing, any more than the seasonal pulse be stopped – to live and grow with trees and earth and the animal kingdom, the fragile husbandry of climate change and the art of living; for it hurts us too much as a species not to.  If all I read on my window is war, starvation, nightmare media and consumer pollutant chaos … know that I see but darkly through the glass;  changing my focus from surface glaze to the inner eye, I may see the starry constellations in the raven’s wing. I may glimpse through the murk a mountain – each snowflake a unique hexagonal crystal; the living fact of the water I drink.

You may feel and be the awakening of wings within your spine.

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I feel as I rise into this, that the urban pollutant around our Earth is a dying genre;  it seems to intensify politically, but it is dead matter, a crust to peel away.  The crust, unconscious of origin and of the new order,  completes its own time.  Through it – in places imperceptibly, in other places outspoken or persecuted – emerge like green-shoots through the ground a new Homo Sanctus; the children already are born.  Imperfect we are, and painfully struggling, but persistent.

I don’t see this happening all at once – though in historic time it appears sudden and cataclysmic – there is a process of friction during which the worn-out strongholds increasingly collapse and the apparently weak prevails.  The “weak force” of gravity in physics exists (like homeopathy) virtually beyond the power of sophisticated instruments to detect.  Yet I guess as single gravitons unite with others, they condense into orbital waves which curve spacetime around stars, supernova events and planetary systems.  The force of attraction between ourselves as human beings, the mating instinct, has this infinitesimal origin.  And I feel that the magnetic mating instinct itself evolves towards Eden.

Such is cosmic consciousness – a quantum leap.  A single starling cell flying into the dancing cloud of thousands, millions in the Murmuration, enters the higher Intelligence: the geometry of I AM.

Or consider the bees.

The raised frequency level is not to be confused with the herd instinct in the market force or the lower “fear” vibration which conventionally governs the world.

Population explosion?  Visualise an immense tidal flow of racial varieties, Karmas and the surface tension of our suffering to cross-fertilise the gene pool – the nature of the tide leaves its deposit on the beach and flows back into the sea; then again it comes.  Gaia does not tolerate indefinite excess – just enough to force us as Her cells to change and realign. There are seasons and there are times; there is growth and there is contraction – Hesed and Gevurah on the Tree.  The universe breathes rhythmically, in greater cycles.

I am aware again now of our collective waste’s potential to transmute rather than to dump; of nascent technologies which rediscover and re-state the old alchemical wisdom with transmuting matter.  The human core potential to waken is limitless.  We are each a Solar-battery, still dormant.  The potential to biodegrade our ocean waste with the help of the Sun is limitless;  the intention is coded in old alchemic texts like algebra in modern physics.  It is encoded in our body, in the conscious threads of DNA we share with stars.

DNA helix – illustration from The Gene Keys by Richard Rudd

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From “The Glory of the World” …
Observe, how the seeds of all things that grow,
like grains of wheat or barley, spring from the ground
by the operation of the Stone                                                                                                      
and influence of Sun and Moon ;

how they grow up into the air,
are gradually matured,  and bring forth fruit
again to sow in its own soil.

The field is prepared for the grain, being ploughed up well
and manured with dung well rotted ;
for the earth consumes and assimilates manure
as the body assimilates food
and separates subtle from the gross.

Therewith it calls forth the life of the seed
to nourish with milk
as a mother her infant nourishes,
to increase in size, and upward grow.

The earth separates the good from bad,
imparting, as nutriment to all growing things,
the destruction of ONE thing
generating another.

Hermetic Museum of Alchemy, 17th Century

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Madonna holds in strong hands her wild sacred child, Buckfast Abbey, Devon: their pride in each other!

Any slight shift in worldview, in the personal consciousness, helps activate the ancient new science which is already manifesting.  The contagion travels from one to one; it pops open with the quantum hop.  Communities cannot wake up without ourselves as individuals – you and me – who can, who will, and who do.

I feel at such moment with the pain of our brittle dream around us, we yet approach the threshold of reality.  Look within.  Be still and let it breathe.

An alternative “Genesis”…?  for Christmas, solstice  – may Treasure come to you in the coming year.

When placed in its natural soil
and rained with dew from heaven
and roused to life
by warmth of the Sun and Moon,
it produces fruit, the way of its own kind.

These two sowings are our Art.
The Sun and Moon are grain
put into our soil, a soul and spirit,
and such as are the father and mother
are children they will generate.

Hermetic Museum of Alchemy, 17th century

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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. See also Aquariel

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Terma – Dare to Trust

 

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maitreya with leaf

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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.

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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

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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:

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See also my post in Aquariel, about Hashaq… the creative background

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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

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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.

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The Rose in the Starfish

Rosicrucean Emblem Ten: Atlas

Journal, 7 October 2019

Is ecstasy the captive of existential fear?  Are they hand in glove?  What is love?

Here is a story in Arthur Koestler’s ‘The Act of Creation’: “The great biologist Elie Mechnikoff felt rather lonely one afternoon in 1890 when the whole family had gone off to the circus … he remained alone with his microscope. The microscope was in Pasteur’s laboratory at the Ecole Normale.  Mechnikoff was observing the life of the mobile cells in the transparent larvae of starfish, and idly threw a few rose-thorns among them.  The thorns were promptly surrounded by the larvae and dissolved inside their transparent bodies – they had been gobbled up and digested.  This reminded him of what happens when a human finger is infected by a splinter; it will be surrounded by pus which, like the starfish larvae, attack and try to digest the intruder.  By this analogy Mechnikoff discovered the organism’s main defence mechanism against invading microbes: the ‘phagocytes’, cell-eaters, a population of mobile cells among the white blood corpuscles.”

[Hasn’t this some resonance with the development of advanced technologies to bio-degrade the plastics in our oceans?   SIXTH SUN LINK – :  “The ‘Time of the Sixth Sun Series’ is a movie and documentary series 11 years in the making about the awakening and transformation of global consciousness and the huge potential we have for change in the world. Starring Estas Tonne and featuring over 85 indigenous elders, wisdom keepers, visionary thought leaders with a beautiful soundtrack. If you’d like to see the trailer and sign up to watch for free go to: https://timeofthesixthsunlaunch.com

This project was first distributed last April, and is being made available again on 6 November.  I only saw a small part of it then, and was deeply uplifted and fascinated by the holistic work of a new generation of young scientists – a profound, positive message concerning also our individual untapped potential for the good.

 I also started to correspond with Global Energy Parliament – well worth a visit.  This Keralan movement grounds spiritual conscience, philanthropy and eco-initiatives in quantum physics – the journey into the Higgs-Bosen or “I” particle.]

Bio-chemistry never lost the helping hand of its elder sister, Alchemy – nature’s interior art of transformation is assisted just a little by humans.  Seventeenth century alchemic aphorisms describe red and white soldiers’ activity within the corpuscular bloodstream as they travel to the castles of our interior organs.  What ancient medicine!

Think again of this fantastic occult paradox: starfish larvae eat up and digest rose-thorns.  Starfish have five extensions (like Vitruvian human); the rose is structured on five petals.   HEH is the fifth Hebrew letter, it means seeing and the breath.  Y H V H, a Dvine shorthand to indicate the One Reality, is father, mother, child and (second H) the Family which seeds the new Yod.  Our technology towards Gaia is as yet crude. It will refine.

And what about this? – in Keith Critchlow’s “the Hidden Geometry of Flowers” is shown the orbital pattern of periodic positions of Venus with Earth around the years. There is no escape for us whatsoever from the beauty, the dance of Venus:

See also my post about the seven-year cycles on the Tree of Life.

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What is Gaia?  The human bonding with the planet draws closer and it IS.

Tantra is the living web of touch.  Sleeping Beauty awakes within the briar.  A starfish drinks the thorn of the rose.  Everything dissolves in the Whole Life and Light.  What is Real is to be found, not pasted as formula onto a thought or an email.  It is off the beaten track.  It is cultured, nurtured, gardened, found again and again. The unspeeched song in the vascular branches replies to everything.

Earnest, serious analytical thinking is good as far as it goes; but it is not perception. It sees patterns but it does not perceive what is behind the patterns and behind the fear.  The pussy foot approaching the mirror must look behind it.

The character behind the patterns has a Uranian humour.  It overturns our apple carts and expectations.  The pattern seems real while I and others are wedded to its misery.  But actually it isn’t.  The pattern is Change and the Design around it is beyond the box.  Change can be a sort of eternity of misery including vulnerability to frackers, which pokes my mind away from serenity like the hellish toasting-fork.  But the Design wherein all change is temporary upheaval, laughs at locksmiths. What laughs at locksmiths? Love.  Compassion. What are locksmiths?  Weddings to misery and mistrust of life.  And what goes on?  Life, fermenting in fact with lovers and teachers and clowns and children and lighthouse keepers.  We are unstoppable!  We are not so obvious to the earnest thinkers of the pattern, but we shine because when we laugh or cry it falls away like a costume change.   It’s simple.  Just go on lighthouse keeping.  It’s stormy. That’s what lighthouses are for.  We are rooted quietly in the rock

Watch my predatory mind which grabs and fastens and worries any misery about environment, society or my physical body, just like a greedy market force.  Just recognise it and don’t go with THAT flow.  To help build a positive collective tree of life, attend to my environment in HERE and its collective contagion. This is I guess, my best intention with the extinction rebellion activists this week and next.  What are we rebelling against?  The old movie, the old machine.  The old machine for sure is not destined to survive and as long as I stick to it, it gives me grief.

I think there is a Kabbalah meditation this evening at D and M’s.  Let us gather together!

Recognise chaos (misery) and harmony (life force). Respect the fact of the dissonance towards sanity. Live within the given picture. Reading about the poet Rilke’s Russian journey with Lou Salome – the Divine beauty and vastness of that continent with its tenacious devout peasantry, his love for it, his passionate profound love for large Lou and her homeland – what flew into his poetry in subsequent years of the terror and rape of the timeless sacrament with time’s tyrant?  The serfs were an immense population in age-old bondage to Tsars; in young Rilke’s well of discovery they were beautiful like wild flowers in their dream time, their lives a struggle to survive, their devotion a hardy mystic blessing under the heavy foot of feudal taxation.  This devotion and faith met its hope in the soviet revolution and was slaughtered.  Long grinding holocaust.  In more recent times the devotion returns to the open places to build again with God.

What of the holocaust flew into Rilke’s metaphysics as terrifying angels?   The 20th century Tsars occupied his new spiritual homeland of endless steppes and skies.

What is my mind?  A sort of body which suffers pain!   My mind is a skinless lamb turned on the spit.  And what is outside, beyond and yet within my mind?

Each country will settle into his or her own nature in due course, including natural divinity and crown of thorns.  An idea wishes to be born this morning as I write.  What is it?  All things come to term.  All conflicts pass through each other.  In the middle (east) are concrete walls and religious war.   That isn’t the idea I had just now, which sank below the waves again, but let’s keep going. Concrete cracks apart and war becomes an outgrown fantasy.  Centuries ago, my soul carried weapons, now laid aside.  The civil war is in the middle east, concentrically.  Civil war is that between those of the same flesh and brotherhood, the same village.  So I have a picture of Christ wearing his crown of thorns.  There is a mudra of Transfiguration.  This is not the fish I almost caught just now, but never mind.

Lou Salome with her independence of thought and life style was a kind of beautiful Madame Blavatsky.  I’m also looking at her biography of Nietzsche.  I did these two sketches this morning – herself and Rilke:

“Devotion returns to the open places.”  This is the fishy phrase or feeling which prevails. Where people believe it is the End, this shy sly hidden card comes out of the sleeve.  What comes to its own end is the wall of conditioned belief, whether dumb or intelligent.  I see something.  I see nature, Gaia, colonising Her own.   I hear you talking about the millions of persons and children who will starve and die when Africa becomes uninhabitable due to human carbon emissions.

Yes, this is tragic for human beings, and I cannot spell out – (when in linear left-brain company and its deeply-read concerns) – the solar-plexus intuition’s sense of the natural DNA balances. They transcend what we humans think we do.  A vast cross-fertilised gene pool was born over the last century, and as swiftly it may become withdrawn, leaving a rich culture for the generations to thrive.  I can’t say such things, which seem heartless; when I awake, I think in paradox.  For the psyche which imagines the bigger picture, empaths also the individual sufferings of one of a million such families losing house, home and life through climate change – starving babies – the immensity of their fragile universe.  What do I know of the Karmic hinterlands of these souls, and of their future sprouting and rebirth?   Fires and heat scorch, and then there are ashes and then in the elder Chinese elementary cycle there is earth and water and wood:  a re-sprouting of human wilderness beyond prediction.  Compassion.

This is the Generation cycle:

The 64 I Ching Hexagrams are built from the pairing of the 8 trigrams (square root): Thunder, Wind, Fire, Earth, Lake, Heaven, Water, Mountain.  To these are attributed the five Chinese elements qualitatively.  In the Tao, wood generates fire which as ash generates earth which generates the metals which generate the water which generates earth …  (See the Great Treatise in the I Ching, and also ‘The Trigrams of Han‘ by Steve Moore)

this diagram shows also the Destruction or conquest cycle: earth soaks up water which puts out fire which melts metal which cuts the wood which conquers earth.

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It is not just the regeneration of Nature’s habitat through the altered conditions: it is that the souls which may die in Equatorial and other regions are seeds of the life force, and they get planted again.  Between the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn, where Earth’s circumference rotates faster, are found polarities of good and evil. Dictators engage in tribal warfare and pillage, but at the same time, the land is sprinkled with VSO and other teaching-missions. They save lives; significantly they sow indestructible seeds of cooperation, intelligent farming, self-sufficiency and friendship. No longer are religious dogmas inflicted, which cut the people away from their ancestral roots. There is a movement of atonement.

Humanity cannot be assessed at the level of political gamesters, the turgid knots of the lower mind.  Humanity is assessed through the vivid peaks of her philanthropic responsibility.

The goddess Kwan Yin painted by Roerich

The ageless teachings nowadays emphasise this.  In the old traditional way, those treading spiritual paths sought personal liberation.  The new way is philanthropic: self being for others;  embody it.  Walk your talk.

There is no answer.  There is a kind of seeing of the patterns, in our different ways; and there is acceptance of the whole.  Above all, I should not hate or despair, but empathise – understand also the condition of those driven by unconscious fear of change, whose expression is aggressive denial.

I grieve the extinction of waves of humanity and their bio-culture. I may in my next thought deplore the crisis of over-population.   Can I combine these concepts?   Over the last century or two, Nature’s tidal wave embodied souls in billions upon earth, and is bound to reduce that component as She withdraws.  It is difficult to find a language for this: she turns the human acceleration of exhaust, ingenuity and industry to her purpose.

She will use also the human nascent tendency to outgrow our addiction to survival-sexuality. Following what may or may not be dramatic drops in population in afflicted regions … may come a slow diminishing of the birth statistic as we pull our horns in, and our belts.  Slowly but steadily, “marketing-sex” becomes replaced by contemplative intimate relationships in the scale of Tantric values.  The genetic structure of the new human grows apace, leaving the old state and its passion and its beauty and its abuse behind like a sloughed-off skin or chrysalis.

This takes time and is perceptible in fits and starts, but it is here with us today; new generations are born to meet the environmental challenges creatively; the nature of the family evolves.  Our real nature is ecstasy; not static.

This fact is alive also “unconsciously” in the outspoken fear of Extinction.  We humans carry a huge amount of perception of which we cannot speak.  I feel that the collective androgyne fears what it carries in the DNA –  knowledge of a reduced progeny; this is one of the oldest instinctual fears which fuel the blind.  Upon this fear ride competition, distraction and the market force.  So you can see its INTENSITY!

The terror began to disrupt the old order at the beginning of the twentieth century with tsunamis of world-war, the soviet engine in Russia, Nazism, nuclear weapons and pollutants.   Did not the terror shout in the depth of the poet Rilke’s elegies and angels?

Yet there is peace.

Sting flows as ecstasy, that tide of salty foam about to engulf the starfish on the sand, receiving the creature into Her own element.  Isn’t this like us?  Small i-thought cries and fears the sacrifice into the greater Being which grows within us!

Extinction fear is “a thrust into denial” … as in innumerable behaviours light and dark, sexual and otherwise. The extinction rebellion movement is an actual outspoken expression of this fear!  Pluto turning direct last week draws out the sting, and … is there a beginning of healing? … wholeness.

DNA is a fibre throughout the universe and it is without end.  Through DNA the cosmic serpent, each phenomenon is entangled and interwoven through the quantum field.  Only connect … ! Here I spread jam on toast and there a supernova erupts. The one is a MOMENT in my time; the other is a million light-years in expansion.  Or there, a Japanese pauses at work in his orchard.

Japanese farmer in his orchard looks like the Hermit in Tarot, in this recent oracle – flanked by the statements of Master Rakoczy and the Ascension of the child within us.

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Almost all systems of thought create more constriction inside you, with the exception of those that lead you into deeper acceptance of your true nature.”

Richard Rudd,  the 25th Gene Key

  • How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
    it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
    it gently up over you on to other things?
    I would so very much like to tuck it away
    among long lost objects in the dark,
    in some quiet, unknown place, somewhere
    which remains motionless when your depths resound.
    And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
    takes us together like a single bow,
    drawing out from two strings but one voice.
    On which instrument are we strung?
    And which violinist holds us in his hand?
    O sweetest of songs.
  • To Lou Salome from Rainer Maria Rilke

 

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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. See also Aquariel

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Philosopher Stone

20 September 2019

I woke to a Promethean poem this morning.  Unfortunately it faded.  I am left with the sense of a large almost-round grey pebble.  The message within its fall to gravity was the fire.  It is the fire. It was bonded with the flow of water. But water is flowing Stone. The water which flows as Stone contains the fire which falls to Earth;  each day a fall of meteorites most of them incandescing to powder in the atmosphere – Air; these primordial processes prevail regardless of small human guilt.

The Stone is in my hand and its weight flies into the infinite core fractal of interior space, and inside each of Jim Ede’s pebbles is God.  This is noticed through the anguished human claptrap.

Two realities reside here: one, that we humans spoil the earth, and the other: how can we so arrogantly presume to?  It is in Gaia’s destiny to clear some of her surface areas for a time and alter the climate composition. As our Solar system moves deeper into the Photon belt, each organism is aware and agitated through changes in the DNA.

This is an unusual and Holistic idea. The substance or impression of Holistic ideas transcends – is greater than their composition.   Their composition – how they print out – is subject to the interpretation: the words.

The substance, the dimensional weight falling through my body however – this is true, and it is what I call transmission, reception of the Promethean fire.

 

Let it do its work.  Through countless receiving channels it is spelled out into this or that interpretation.  Generally speaking there is agreement, that when we fully embrace and accept responsibility with our suffering, there is joy.  There is unexpected, boundless joy, whatever appears to go on, or apparently engulfs it. Where one spark is covered for a time, another shines out.  Watch a glowing fire in the hearth; it whispers along the wood like a slow snake.

Human beings need to suffer from their rattling thought and its environmental disorders, disasters and creation of deserts, in order to begin to step free from this convention mind – to work with and as Nature, Gaia, not against.

“To begin to” is the operative word here.  Fixed holding-positions get left behind.  Awaken into prayer and progress with the day, again and again and again and again;  recreate the Power of Creation. An infinitesimal neutrino penetrates the leaden shield into the star; from star to star … again comes around the Promethean gift of Fire, the spark within each of us planted; the phoenix bird of song and light and joy in the recovery and resurrection:  “I am the Resurrection and the Light.”  “I am the love of the Light.”  “I am the core of Love itself.”  “Let there be Light.”

Coursing the sap in stem, nectar aflame,
each power to one beloved nadi clings.
The force through spine’s sushumna sings
‘All presence’, ‘Heart’s ocean’, ‘Swan of peace’, ‘Supreme’.*

As Her light pervades my body, I am detached;
my form as Self, Self and the world are matched

* – In one of my Ramana Gita sonnets, these are names roughly corresponding to atma nadi (Self), para nadi (that which is beyond manifestation) and amrita nadi (nectar of immortality) in the text.  The nadis are the meridian map within the Yogic body.]

phoenix bird of fire

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The alchemist blows a little on the banked fire, and it glows.   The breath. The body.

In a stone-age cave, the warming flame flows along the log like lava, like water with Light which is air and the Earth’s solar core.  Everything, each and every phenomenon has this potential (See the link to “beyondhumanstories” further down this post) …  within the plastics and perverted materials, nothing is other than the core.  Sooner or later it returns to the core, as technologies arise to biodegrade our unconscious waste, for we become conscious, first individually here and there, and then collectively as a tide through tipping-point.  Alchemists are able to quicken the interior process, and to see above the tide.  Wherever an alchemist is at work, the environment blossoms.  Alchemists are gardeners.  We potter and we ponder and we fish.

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The slow fire along the log burns out old Karma and all its fascination and even beauty.  It cleanses the slate, to the horror and grief of all who saw and were aware of, for instance, the burning of the Amazon forest. A cruel human may have caused it or encouraged it to spread; but it was to be.  It shocks and burns the soul.  It starves further the respiration’s resources.  The respiration is the whole planetary balance and swirl of currencies and weathers.  Why is this happening?

I think the new human will have, and has already a bond with nature, with creature, fish, plant, tree and rock which we used to plunder and exploit and harm.  The new human is so deeply, painfully connected with what she harmed that she plays into the restorative power of transmutation and the burgeoning of Life.  Humankind is no longer separate from the forest and creatures of the field, no longer separate from the seas, no longer a player of golf.

The new human re-learns the ancient unifying magic;  the art begins where nature ceases to act.  Already this is developing as a fact.   Those who despaired and yet were willing to hope, drop away from the old system. They begin to work with the Sun, creating local solar technologies.  They nurture the family and patterns of relationships.  Relationships are geometries and sacred forms and problems of harmony.  With the ripple effect, they enter and inspire one another.

A drawing from Douglas Harding’s ‘Hierarchy of Heaven and Earth’

I wanted to say … concentric waves or ripples.  Where the Stone falls and breaks surface, there is a centrifugal ripple: concentric rings.   These move subtly through immediate society and communities, creating further impacts and their rings.  Watch a fall of rain on the pond.  I don’t publish 99% of my work because it could be misunderstood.  I am not totally sure of it myself, or of peoples’ capacity to misinterpret and to twist.  The Stone goes on and on falling into my fractal core and there is no time to stop and buff it up into shape to pass through the gate; for always it comes.  I trust that where I work, the Companions of the Light take care of it. Their power to reach the ground and to start a wave passes through where I sit and write it down, and travels to other antennae.  I write the same thing over and over and over for the telegraph wire.  I’m a starling sitting on it.  There is never enough of it.  I write and sing so others unseen are inspired.  There are notes that travel above and below the standard spectrum; the invisible octaves of the ground of being.

Starling & murmuration – Image from allaboutbirds

While I was cleaning the house upstairs yesterday, Genevieve’s conversation with Paula Aamli (https://beyondhumanstories.com/podcast-hope-beyond-hope/?fbclid=IwAR3SX5Z8FWTfCgpMmcSayAIQghOQgphJJaq4Mx8c394Ey4X80_e4Yht4Pz8 uplifted and helped me to turn to face my pain; for Paula discovered – through facing hers – that though the present human engine is destroying its future, there is an unexpected response of joy, gratitude, discovery and noticing the infinite resource of life even in a walled in city garden, and certainly within the soul’s courage.  There is more to this than we know.

It is the infinitesimal fractal potency of the small!  The 9thGene key is called the Power of the Infinitesimal.  Beauty is the story, the dimension which cuts through every science.

Brancusi’s Prometheus on Bechstein, Kettle’s Yard

I was told long ago, in 1969: Your beautiful thoughts are not enough.  The stuff of beauty is sterner.  The way is to evoke and inspire that beauty in someone else.   Ah, but I see today, the beautiful thoughts are, and create the Way.  The beauty didn’t come into my hand like soap.  It had to be worked for, leaned into and with, discovered, suffered, recreated.

The new chapter is respirational, back and forth, in and out.  When the old breath is done it dulls and expires: the new breath coming in underneath it be-stirs things.  So rises and falls the Tao in our world.

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When I woke this morning with the Promethean poem I lay for a while listening to the hammering builders who’ve taken off a roof, up the road.  I could just hear the dark yammer of their radio.  Listening to radio news and watching media is a yammering, de-sensitising skin which most of us wear. It reinforces the screen of isn’t it all dreadful and bad, and it deadens the feeling.  Journalists are able to witness and report horrors with this leaden blanket.  I don’t have that protective numbness.  The Guardians force me in this way to stay sensitive.  I don’t read the papers or watch the media. My ear is to the ground; I pick up what I need to know.  The human commentary on atrocity and damage and guilt, is more than I can bear.   Many of us walk with only one side of our bodies and half of our brains and heavy clouds in our heart and loins.  I used to have dreams about only being able to walk with one foot, the other was tightly curled up asleep underneath.

The Tarot key that intuitively blossoms today is the 8th– Soul strength, the woman guiding the lion to sing and to speak.  “Make your pattern accurate, profound, honest, courageous.”

It is another such beautiful September day, this morning, sharp and fresh.  Water, stone, meteorite – recollect that vast numbers of comets and meteorites and cosmic bodies are  petrified water.  Water of Life.

The Stone warms up to flow as water with the fire inside.

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The Coin of the Sages

 

The Coin of the sages is an alchemist’s gift from heaven. It turns up in any crucible of life and relationships.  We polish our old copper coins (Venus) till they shine as the golden Sun.  

In an old alchemy journal I found this entry …  delicately it interfaces the timeless diary of today.  “The Glory of the World” and “The Golden Tripod” which are quoted, are 17th century writings in the Hermetic Museum library.  The Tarot keys discussed are in the Builders of the Adytum deck.

BOTA Tarot Tableau: three septenaries, seven columns: the keyboard. This deck is published by the Builders of the Adytum in black and white: each student colours and thereby empowers his or her own deck, following the Builders’ strict guidelines. The colours of the Keys have audial resonance also.

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8 March 2003            COIN

The ripe Priestess  sometimes makes Hermit’s Mountain seem remote … winnowing out error and shattering the Tower.   These three Keys form a vertical column in the BOTA Tarot Tableau. In fact they represent the bud, the bloom and the bursting of the seedcase as from chrysalis … in nature and in any creative process.

Beginning my Sapphire Tree painting for a book cover:  I started as blind egoists do on the dirty surface.   This should grow organically from centre as a mandala — not in one rush like a face.   Sapphire means liquid pale blue fire.   The 72 leaves should be a delicate tracery of  seminal wave connections in the white fire around and between the Menorah branches. Working from the centre outwards, let it grow.   Here is a dirty pool.   Cleanse to begin with, its centre.

Paul Foster Case invites me again to dip into the alchemical forests of “GLORY OF THE WORLD”.   When reading these, fountain gently with them up and down, restoring the synchrony of heart-body which is today collapsed and tired.

On page 61 it discusses the COIN OF THE SAGES.   I can see this white Coin from the sky, so bright that I cannot see yet what is impressed upon it.

Our Stone has its head in the earth and its root in the air.   I read alchemical texts not with my Hod but with the breath, with my inside.   Then they glow.   It says the Spirit delights in nothing so much as its own Soul and its own body.  Delight is another word for the Higher Will; be comforted.   It is minted pure and bright and white within the dark.   Begin from the centre
but let it descend first from the white sun.   The work of

the Priestess lets it descend.   10am, School of the Soul.

Priestess, King of Swords and the Fool, 1987

The Priestess, Rosy Cross and Fool descending – 2003

September 2018 – The evolution of those two drawings (1987 and 2003) is my life today –  the heart beats within the tapestry.  A house to paint in, which I invoked  15 years ago and forgot about, recently materialised;  last week I beeswaxed the floor and began work there with a new Tree of Life – see end of this post.  I have not painted for years!

new art-room

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2003 continued:

Hurly Burly welcomed her Mum so kindly last night at the Garrick wine-bar – Mum was feeling lousy because she’s forgotten how to paint.   HB too has been re-discovering how to paint — the light came in through her window.   I had a nice time there where she works,  but ate and drank too much, which paralyses my gut for the night.   But to read the “Golden Tripod” now, sprays white light into the Garrick; and I was introduced to a curly Paddy who has 400 (?) paintings he said he bought and collected in his house — the secret of a good painting is it invites you to take a walk into it.   Tall tales do not matter in conversation.   On my right, as I tackled warm goat’s cheese and fennel swordfish and a big glass of wine, sat Marta’s sister with her hyperactive three-year-old son Adam enjoying himself all over the counter with his tiny neat brown hands.

Enough:   now focus on Basil Valentine.

It is impossible for Yesod to sperm the Stone.  Yesod cannot remember how.  The sperming comes down through antakharana – the pipeline – and is observed and — as perception of it refines and begins to dispel the obscuring cloud — obeyed with joy: as in p.45 in the Golden Tripod.   Note the Source of the Priestess’s stream and her receiving element.   Male and female seed are the One thing, the Child within.   Wherever there is joy in creation is this natural intercourse of the Air, the secret fire, the dew.   The Earth is only the invisible thing that attracts union.  Out of no thing blossoms unicity.

Seek not our Stone in substances which cannot stand the test of fire.   Seek it in the incombustible oil that is the fire itself that ever renews and fattens the land.   It grows and gently shines and increases like a plant.   It increases in that it prevails.   Through all darkness, the stem glows and shines.

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September 2018

Here is the beginning of my new Tree painting – just sketching out Malkuth, Yesod, Hod, Netzach in the Lower Face, based on  carvings of the Companions around Chartres cathedral;  Archangel Rafael in Hod has no face yet.  I hope for it to combine thematically the medieval flowering of Islamic alchemists and Christian sages, the Star, Cross and Crescent, the child and parenting, the cosmic serpent of our DNA, nature and the fountain of life … as the journey begins, let it lead me where it will.

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Life has been too full-on for me to keep up with my blog posting.  But a month or two ago, I posted in my other blog Aquariel about a pair of Tarot oracles in June and July.   Here are the three links:

For Gaia
janeaquariel.wordpress.com/2018/07/20/summer-oracle-1-for-gaia/

Through thunder of the dew fall silent
janeaquariel.wordpress.com/2018/07/21/summer-oracle-2-through-thunder-or-the-dew-fall-silent/

The dying and the guardians
janeaquariel.wordpress.com/2018/08/01/summer-oracle-3-the-dying-and-the-guardians/

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What is Ascension?

A reading from Caitlin & John Matthews’ Arthurian Tarot (cut deck once into centre of pile, right and left hands)

Re-reading some old writings in 2005 about 2012 and the ending of the Mayan calendar, I found a forgotten practical insight: to realign each day my “human terrestrial axis” imaginatively to the galactic core.

The actual picture we were given was: in December 2012 the configuration of planets interacting with stellar influences might pull our planet into a more upright position relatively.  Indeed the astrology during that time was quite loaded, an “eggs in one basket” situation with the Moon moving through those energy fields.  This could indicate a symbolic or gradual polar-axis alignment with galactic centre – perceived not geo-physically but as an evolving consciousness.

To uplift and straighten my spine with polar axis is a quiet conscious work. The same force of Nature in ages past raised early homo sapiens to stand and walk upright.    I have to keep reminding myself, as I keep forgetting … the “Schumann resonance” – Gaia’s slow pulse or wavelength; to lean with the mast of the Grail ship.

The idea of Earth’s polar axis tilting physically was – as I thought at the time – a naive and literal interpretation of the transcendent view which is:  Gaia’s subtle body moves into an altered resonance with her cosmic environment. In physical terms, this takes place in  waves over a geological period of generations.

Screenshot by Thomas Razzeto, 12.08pm, 21 December 2012 in Ipaza, Mexico

The slow change of the angle of the axis of the earth with respect to the centre of the galaxy will bring no ill effects.  As far as Mother Nature goes, it is business as usual.  The sun continues to shine, the earth continues to spin, and the four seasons continue to transform from one into another.  …  Once a year the earth orbits into the special position that creates the galactic alignment, and once every 26,000 years this happens at virtually the same moment as the winter solstice.”

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12 sphere Tree of Life

The above is extracted from http://www.mysticmamma.com/solstice-12-21-12-end-restart-of-mayan-calendar-galactic-alignment/ –  which contains an article by Thomas Razzeto in 2008.  Because of the time lapse since then, I slightly abridged it.

He continues by describing as a “sacred tree” the sunrise procession of planets on 2012 solstice through the ecliptic path which crosses the Milky Way’s dark centre.  At solstice noon the sun transited the core point – as I understand it, a subtle but powerful event through all the planes.  “The Mayan sacred tree is an astronomical reference to the cross made by galactic equator and the ecliptic path of the Sun as seen from Earth, near the centre of the galaxy.  The sacred tree is part of the fixed background of the stars.  Its shape and location with respect to the other stars never changes.

“We should consider the location of the centre of the galaxy as the Mayan womb of creation.  On this day at this time, it is at the bottom acting as the source, the root system of the sacred tree.  So everything comes from source into our world of duality.  What a beautiful metaphor!  This makes much more sense than the false yet often repeated statement that the sun would be on top of the centre of the galaxy on this special day.

“When we look at the configuration at midday – the moment of the Sun’s greatest strength – we have the sacred tree being exhibited in an extremely interesting way.  When we consider the Sun’s presence in the middle of the dark rift while it is also in the middle of those four planets (Venus, Mercury, Pluto, Mars), I think we have found something that is quite remarkable.  …  We have the opportunity to align our thoughts and vibrations with others who wish the same for our planet.”  (Copyright Thomas Razzeto 2008).

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This is a process to feel or empathise intuitively, rather than try to analyse.  Light is born through darkness.  Time dissolves into cyclic presence.   As the 2012 concentric continues to realign our axial relationship, I think we should listen more to this tender point in ourselves each winter and each summer, and keep still.  It may be that more terrestrial tremors develop at solstices where there is increased sensitivity to magnetic realignment.  We may watch and see and be shown.  In the sacramental consciousness, no humanity or atom of nature is separate.

Initially the impact is subjective: an addictive acceleration  – an interactive and  reactive technology overload.  Terrestrial beings who will not or cannot harmonise with the holistic shift, are flung onto the illumined stage periphery; they may live violently, acting out the drama we desire to watch and to entertain ourselves with; or they may suffer the pressure and upheaval.  Precisely the same rattling disturbs my lower mind.

The lower frequency (individual and collective) in disarray and discord shows in high-relief, man’s inhumanity to man and to the animal, plant and mineral kingdoms.

I am organically interwoven with this as a Sun-Moon Capricorn/Cancer with five planets in earth signs. Through frequent fatigue and my lower mind’s dismal chatter, I am yet aware during the years since 2012 of a progressive widening of the gap between my view of things and the mainstream worldview.  The distorted media version is here today and gone tomorrow; keeping my ear to the ground, I pick up only what is needful, to be informed.

Capricorn glyph with Hermes Trismegistos, 1988

It was said in the earlier days,  ”In the rollercoaster through the Photon Belt, those who evolve will tend to detach and stand aside from those who regress or exploit others at any level.”  We observe the polarisation in the politics, in land management and in business. The new and slowly growing holistic principle is profoundly philanthropic; the grass-roots flourish through my own extended family. Only connect …

At the same time I ask myself where and how do I engage with the regressive element and the agony of its victims and the homeless, as I am challenged with it daily?  It is like two sides of a widening crevasse or bergschrund dividing the mountain from the glacier; that great split is bridged for we are One.  The delineation and its depth are clear.

Master R said in 1947 … “Ours is no work of other worlds and planes. Here on this weeping, suffering earth, is where the Shrine of Love must be built, and built with action, not alone with words …  The can opener of the intellect is too dull to probe the secrets of the Heart of Life.  Knowledge goes deeper than statement. Love, and you shall know … Thy pain is my pain, thy sorrows pierce my heart.  I stand not aloof.

Photo from dylanontherocks.wordpress.com

 

long ridge near Hope Gill, Lake district Cumbria (photo by JA, April 2018)

The real meaning of “Ascension” and the grounded Book of Revelation is – a daily grind!

Ascension is not “ascent” so much as discovering the path along the mountain.   Ascension draws the Light deep into the ground. I take responsibility for the illumining and clearing of my shadow and of ancient habits.  My tiny spine is Gaia’s – the invisibly vast polar axis with Her magnetic fields and shields and Aurora.   This perception throws up and out the baggage on the beach.  Many of us must embrace and clarify big relationship Karmas and their wounds as a whole at this point in time.  I evolve not through denial but through forgiving.  It is no use to pass the buck!  It is no use to paste it onto a mythical “Them” out there, or “They” in all our discontented issues and habits of speech.  The Change in humankind begins nowhere else but here:  in myself and in yourself.   There is no time like the present connectivity.  There is no time but the present.

My father once visited a Buddhist Rishi who replied, “The past is gone. The future hasn’t happened yet.  The present is Now.  Don’t waste it!”

Ascension is your and my compass: compassion.

Connect around the pyramid – a drawing I did for my father for Xmas 1987

A hidden quantum of lighthouse-keepers in the Change reaches critical mass.  There is no single event; there is a decade, a generation, a lifetime’s curve of changes in attitude to our environment.  The atrocities I see and am distressed by only emphasise the bigger picture of the Change at all levels, throughout the human gene pool.

Stained glass at St Monica’s church, Palmers Green in London.  This is no crucified Christ but one who strides from the tomb, embracing all the worlds

Uranus entered Taurus last week; he will traverse this threshold back and forth for a year or two, before proceeding into the springtide deep within Earth’s flowering.  Though there will continue to be battles with land grabbers, we are likely to witness an “unexpected”  collective turning point as the Gaia awareness gains environmental strength;  a hands-on questioning of our use of fuel and food and its waste.  The brakes were on for decades – the juggernaut against the brake, an immense friction of scorched tyres – but from about here the whole thing begins to slow down.  Slow down!  Personal and collective history demonstrate that we human beings individual and collective do not change and grow until it is unendurable for us not to.

What is the Gaia consciousness?  For me, my spine, my core, is Earth’s:  and Earth’s alignment with the Solar system’s flower of orbits and magnetic fields, and with the galaxy and other stellar systems.

We humans are in no atom separate from nature, the soil, bird, beast, insect and rock forms.  We humans are in no atom separate from Earth’s internal dark magma – our unconscious – which bursts like a phoenix into fire and light the instant it encounters air … the song of the breath.  We humans are in no atom separate from our roads and our heavy buildings and our parasitic tourism and our blinkers.

Biro-amour drawing for David by Tony Wigg. The Greek lettering is ‘Phallos’ whose root ‘Shines’: the verb moves but does not name or fix the light. In the magma sphere within earth’s mantle, there is no air for light to exist. The analogy is with the subconscious ignition of creative imagery. Darkness holds the Shining within itself.

We humans along with all organisms are her breath, her pulse.   Wherever possible, if your life is inextricably busy, accelerated or pressured, pause for just a moment:  slow down to reflect a detail or be silent.   Creatures in the woodland stop their foraging, to look around … until the active fountain rises again within them.  Be refreshed.

These brief openings will grow in due course, and join up like the blue sky through clouds.  Join hands with all of us who try to do this as and when we can. In the inevitable flowering of Logres, find and cherish the Grail vessel in a hillside brook, and dip to drink.  Although poisonous and persuasive, the economic and military juggernaut fights for existence as it dies.  So called world leaders and magnates are puppets.  They do me a favour: they show me my hard drive.  Where am I greedy? Where do I want more and more?   It is actually a dream.   It is hard to wake up; but glimpses come like shafts of sunlight through nature’s canopy.

KEEP SEEING AND KEEP GOING AND KEEP PRACTICING.

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Ramana Maharshi with young squirrel

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

All art and creative writing in this blog is copyright © Janeadamsart 2012-2017. May not be used for commercial purposes. May be used and shared for non-commercial means with credit to Jane Adams and a link to the web address https://janeadamsart.wordpress.com/

Resurrect the Star

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Tarot Keys Tower, Star and Moon, representing the paths on the Tree which converge on Netzach

Tarot Keys Tower, Star and Moon, representing the paths on the Tree which converge on Netzach

These three Tarots tell me a story:  the cracking of the seedcase, the watering of the shoot, the evolutionary journey to ripen.  When the Tower falls, it reveals its inversion, a well.

I was thinking along the archetypal lines of 2016, 2017 … and today brought a link to a colour meditation on the same theme, which feels timely:
http://colourconscious.com/aura-soma/2017-a-year-for-the-star/   … “By listening to our star and living our truth we take responsibility for the only part that is truly in our hands …” (Dominic Yeoman)

The ‘Philosophus’ chapter in Paul Foster Case’s The True and Invisible Rosicrucian Order offers 6 keys for lovers of wisdom to contemplate further: Death, Star, Chariot … Temperance, World, Sun children.

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tarot philosophes 7.1.17

Sextet arrangement: tarot philosophus 7.1.17

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Arranged here in a six pointed star – the Seal of Solomon – is a visual analogy  that natural man is the seed-case of the spiritual man.  I’m a dull stick these days.  “Philosophus” means cultivating clarity, and the word is derived from Philo Sofia – lover of wisdom … “who might be compared to a man who has learned to read the architect’s plans. The house is yet to build.”

What is clarity?   Clarity is a process of alignment, perhaps a desire to contribute to a positive humanity, a collective Lighthouse.

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Lighthouse by Simon, circa 1965

Lighthouse by my brother Simon, circa 1965

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This morning  I seemed to be mouldering in a puddle – recovering from seasonal flu.  Then I thought of the Lighthouse:  a reflective focus.   Its shaft, its beam, penetrates the ocean depth and crosses the sea.  If I focus on that and give it time, my thought moves from fog into ‘precision tools’, into the quickening of community.   As I open into interior silence, I wait:  have faith: give it space.   The lenses above and below, converge.

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The lighthouse shaft underwater, releases a flow of strength. Pictures are resurrected, taking on vibrance and meaning.   “May God be resurrected and his foes perish …  (Psalms).  As wax melts before the flame, as smoke is driven by the wind …”

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RESURRECT … and my dark sloth slithers off the branch.  There is a golden sound now in the Archangel pouring quintessential water and fire onto muddy Leo and Scorpio creatures … beneath the shadow of his iridescent wings and rainbow …  dipping his toe in the bottomless brook:  “Guidance is not a mere article of faith.  It is a matter of daily personal experience.”

 

 

 

bota-key-19-sun

When it connects, it feels like scales dropping off as the Sun dawns.  There is a beautiful enigma with the androgyne who dances within the laurel of the World, and with the Children in their field:  they sparkle through the dew.   The smiling sunflowers all (except one – ) turn their faces to the children – the Seed of the Sun.  One sunflower-head watches the Sun, for form’s sake.  The childrens’ whole sexuality is in bud.  My fields are irrigated with the golden flow of their joy.  The world is darkened, but so is the closed interior of the unbroken seed.   The seed breaks into halves and into children.

 

 

In a nutshell, duties to life and community are perceived in a flash, which take time, labour and obscurity to realise.

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The dawn comes.  I have to approach it again and again and again.  To repeat by turning back the page to see what I wrote before – or what anyone else wrote – is not sufficient.  The key is turned afresh, to enlighten.  I have no illusions the enlightenment will last but it doesn’t matter:  it will come again. The Oracle never clones itself.

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Child and Grandmother, 2016

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The other 3 Keys (in the sextet above, in this post) are Death, the Star and the Chariot.   Death scythes the fertile ground.  The Star waters it.  The Chariot stands like a hyacinth or … a lighthouse with its keeper inside.

Go into the lamp room with its lenses and reflectors.  It is simple.  Light a candle, light my fire and let it travel across the sea.   Light it with a match or knock a spark from two flints.   The spark is within the stone (I wrote snow), like the flame within the wood, the cream within milk, the Upanishad.   The spark is Netzach on the Tree, the mating game … only connect.

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Netzach, Hod, Temperance on the Tree

Netzach, Hod, Temperance on the Tree

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In the hells on earth, there are gleams here and there, which give an individual  some strength to carry his child or to care for another;  persons leave their homes and go out into the thick of it.  The manna is directed into the core of Hope in the human seed.

What is the Star of Hope?   Hope is not an abstract.  Hope is the capacity to transfigure a dark situation into a light one.   Hope illumines the dark and turgid, and dispels hatred and fear.   One moment I am dead.  The next moment I am alive and kicking.   This is Hope.

This is what is meant by the Star …  the star the Magi followed.  Hope is an irrigation, converting desert into orchard and oasis.  It can begin nowhere else but here.

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Elisa & Mary in Iona - 2016

Elisa & Mary in Iona – 2016

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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.

All art and creative writing in this blog is copyright © Janeadamsart 2012-2017. May not be used for commercial purposes. May be used and shared for non-commercial means with credit to Jane Adams and a link to the web address https://janeadamsart.wordpress.com/