A Picture-Book – Pierrot and the White Wolf

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Pierrot in the fields

Pierrot in the fields

This story for our children, and for the world’s ageless children in ourselves, was written in French by Catherine Harding during the 1990s; she asked me to illustrate it. In due course it was published privately in France, with a few of my illustrations, as “Les Explorateurs du Vrai Monde”Explorers of the Real World.   Here is the complete set of drawings and paintings I did for Catherine, plus a few extras at the end.

Pierrot’s story is a celebration of the late Douglas Harding’s life and work. Douglas was born in Lowestoft, and trained as an architect. After he discovered his real Home, he travelled all over the world for sixty years to share it. His unique series of experiments tap our resources of infinity, and demonstrate the treasure lying at the heart of the great traditional faiths.   The experiments can be done at any time and place, right now.

Douglas and Catherine met and married in about 1991; their loving and down-to-earth teamwork – built open for each other – enchanted all who attended their workshops. Douglas passed away in 2007, age 98.

Douglas & Catherine Harding at Nacton

Douglas & Catherine Harding at Sholland, Nacton

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For more information about Catherine and the Headless Way, contact The Sholland Trust, 87B Cazenove Road, London NW16 6BB, or visit www.headless.org.   Douglas’s many books include On Having No Head, The Hierarchy of Heaven and Earth, The Trial of the Man who said he was God, Look for Yourself, The Spectre in the Lake, To Be And Not to Be, Head off Stress, and The Little Book of Life and Death.

Douglas's 90th Birthday

Douglas’s 90th Birthday

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Now, here are the pictures which tell the story. To view, click on any image.

Chapters One and Two – A White Wolf Arrives in the Village

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Chapters Three, Four, Five, Six – Experiments in Seeing

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Pierrot showed them all his secrets

Pierrot showed them all his secrets

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Chapter Seven – Sharing the Seeing

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Chapters Eight-Thirteen – The Attack

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Chapters Fourteen-Seventeen – A French Village Awakens

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Artists’ Epilogue

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It is time for the artist to ask herself some questions.   As I draw my self-portrait, what do I see? What enters my extended hand and heart? What fills the un-named movement along my arm, what welcoming focus – shape to space?   What ancient world, before historians wrote a word?

Who draws through me? the taut flow through finger and thumb to a dancer’s point ?   What smile in space for lines of life to happen?   What urgency gives birth?   And the tight hours – as often as not – groping towards the magic “touch” with tippex, eraser, and elimination?

How many faces do I see? Do I have one here?   Or is it yours? Plainly, my daily life and relationships require the same careful attention to precisely what is there.   Not what I’m told, or think I should believe: but receiving the curve – “I am you are. Thou art I am.” Keep practicing. Look, I am built open. I may trade faces with Pierrot’s white wolf, or with my foot on the floor, a still-life on the window sill, a sketch-pad on the kitchen table, the sense of dotting an I. I may trade faces with you or with the sky whose clouds keep changing curtains.   Where I look in the room, looks back, and I, un-named and changelessly, change all the time.   Look, if I cross my eyes a bit, there’s a nasal blur and spectacle frames – as I thought. But when I put them on … The One Eye has these details like a mountain spring.

As I put life’s tunnel on my nose, who comes to meet me but my Friend?

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and now a surprise Present to unwrap at the End of …

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“Wait,” said Douglas (on our first meeting in Nacton), “How many faces in this bag?  Scientifically – how many faces do you see?”

I looked for some time silently.  The sides of the paper bag removed Douglas’s face from the context of everyday resistances.  Bit by bit I freed myself to gaze and to receive the information as if I never saw such a thing before.  It was rather warm in the paper tube, and from time to time we had to come out like divers, for air.  At first the intimacy made me feel selfconscious.  Presently as I overrode my small fret, I found myself contemplating with compassion, a living landscape.  I received the searchlight of that sensitive terrain into my emptiness.  I saw how the pupils and lids of the eyes narrowed or dilated, as they roved and scanned mountains and valleys.  They examined features in detail – eyes, nose, the lines in forehead, the contour of the cheek, the growth of hair, the twitch and lilt of expression.  I saw the baby unborn and everlasting, the bed of the river, the vulnerable soul in those dark eyes which, like wells, never age or end; the youthful profundity of that searching glance.

I received and beheld an inescapable mysterium, a humanity.

“Just the one face,” I replied.

“Yes,” rumbled Douglas, “You’re starting to see the point.”

Put on your space

Put on your space

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Head Remove (Gently) … with Atlas, Douglas and Robert

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Head Removals (gently) 1972

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24 July 2012 – “Head Removals Gently” was a thriving business in west London, during our hippie 1970s.   Here is a head, stoned out of his mind, getting carried away from his Notting Hill pad – lost in his situation, and out to lunch.

But … remove the obstruction gently … from where I am – by seeing that there isn’t one?

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Atlas emblem

Atlas (see previous post) holds up the globe, but is also a book of flat maps of the wide world.   In the myth, Atlas held up the sky.  The sky is Atlas’s head … or no-head.  By the simple expedient of removing where he thinks his head is, Atlas is the Tree of the World!

Time is the rotating map of the world;  time is a ball of persons waking up anywhere;  time is in relationship NOW with many different phases, different lands.

There was once a time when at night the whole universe was dark and went to sleep.

Now, the lights are on all night.  For the global insomniac internet, the sun never sets.  It is always up in the sky for a friend as the tide of night travels …  round and round … like a skipping rope. The jumper in the rope is inside a kaleidoscope or cinematic lantern show.   I make and believe in my life-pictures, and get upset by them.

My Atlas emblem has the globe, with Atlas in full stress and preoccupation, and the full Moon with her own circle of time:  but also, sky and clouds are seen from above – the serene and relative timelessness of the Master plane.   In the sky near Atlas are little rose vortices, they are samskaras, thought-forms, life-spouts.

Atlas’s problem is:  putting the world on his head.   If he put on the world instead of his head, there would be no problem.   If I keep remembering to do this, it slowly clarifies, and begins to liberate me, to relax in any situation.

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In the lane, at Nacton.

The world is a Passing Place.

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What is my concern?  my stress?   Touching base, there isn’t one.   Foundationally, the world just turns upon her infinitely capacious axis, and my body has no rigidity.

Segments:  interior Orange:  beachball:  longitudinal vanes.

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Daffodils in Douglas Harding (From “The Dreamer in the Dream” by J.Adams)

Douglas Harding said we can bottom out our stress:   let it consume us fully, then fly away!   Stress is the pain-body of a person or of a country, family or culture.   The pain-body – as Ekhart Tolle says – builds up through a history of civil war and private abuse.   It cannot be ignored, but it can be seen, and allow it to pass through, and refrain from reacting.   Refrain from reaction, is Sadhana, and is what Jesus meant when he said Love your enemy and offer the other cheek.   It is ju jitsu:  space for the problem to throw itself through and disappear.  Refraining from emotional identification with the pain body, is Sadhana, and it doesn’t chill out overnight!

The principle is well upstream of any “fix-it” notions or pressures.   Refrain from emotional identification and reaction with the pain-body.    Keep practicing.

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Sky muscle earth

The muscle twixt earth and heaven, is Atlas!  This sketch has a bar of music playing through it.   A pianist, or a real athlete, is loose and supple, let-go.   A trained muscle is not a stiff one.   Don’t bother about any thoughts at all, which are not relevant to Here and now.

The more I can pack my problems into a “shorthand” category, like “the pain-body”, the better am I able to view them from upstream.   When I am personal, things are a mess;  yet the personality is crucial!    Egotism is incessant autobiography.  But the vessel is like a salmon, moving upstream.

Tackle it with zest, not distress.

Zest, humour and turn the thing on its head.  Imagination.

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At Nacton

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Realise I need exert no further than to STAND.  My simple understanding:  stand under.   Exertion beyond this, is excess and trivial.  Imagined conversations are excess and trivial – brick wall verbage I can’t get over or through.

There is only the plough of my underSTANDING, right now.   Field, furrow and seagulls.

Do not attempt to theorise or justify.   Head off the stress, by letting it pass through the chamber of love…  without nagging or snagging it.   The stress is just Life on my plate.

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But who and what is Y? (from To Be and Not to Be by Douglas Harding)

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I was wondering if my voice in my ears might change, when it goes deeper and waits.

Ideas do not form as word or voice, but as waves, silently.    Words might form a poet’s pattern a-tumble in the surf.   That statement sounded and felt a little different.   It has an infinite leisure.

Then remember Ramana’s feedback to Ganapati:  be in the root of the breath.  Where breath rises, this is tapas.  Where word rises, this is tapas.   Vichara … the mantric root.   Mantra is the ripple of sound, of water, of evolutions.

Ramana also said, no yogic effort is needed other than to ride the natural breath quietly, like a horse.

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25 July 2012                         SILENCE AND THE DRUM

Find silence.   No intervention or comment, otherwise, has any account.   The relief coming in from time to time, spreads like sunshine.   You know why.   I am going into new ground.   Let it be.

In Robert and Ramana’s silence, the world turns as it should.  Trust it, don’t shackle or try to pull it!  Let go my nagging conscience, the talker who doesn’t get heard.

The silence is the root of all mantras, samskaras and life;  detected bit by bit as the drum.

The silence becomes a mite stronger as I fall into it on the bus, and let the wheels turn.  I can’t stop the wheel from turning.  It turns out as it should.  Only the cloggy bits that lean on it, imagine otherwise.

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Robert:  “You are not what you appear to be”

Trust in Life means – at a profound level – giving up “magic”.   This cannot occur until a student is quite mature.  An essential stage of Sadhana is the tension of the magic, the waveband of spells and ways of conduct.   Till then, the spells are fine.  But they use energy.   I am a worrier.  Slowly their glamour fades, and I am left with Life without method or end.

There is, as Robert says, silence in which all teems and turns;  and speech in the face of that vast wonder, is impossible.  As I settle, there are many tiny tensions up and down arms, shoulders and spine:  let them keep sliding – like water off ducks’ feathers – to flow away.   Down.   Down to gravity and the unobstructed heart of the Universe.  Silence.   The mind cannot put up any signboards.

Rain.  The sky’s river, chuckling, dancing.

All is well.

“I am a hidden treasure, and I love to be known.”

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Twelve Rosicrucean Emblems – PART ONE & PART TWO

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A sequence of alchemical drawings, inspired by Franz Hartmann’s In the Temple of the Pronaos of Wisdom.   His little book describes over 150 signs and symbols from the heart of the Celestial Mother (collected in 1741), the divine Child, and Hermetic axioms. I planned to draw them one by one as Emblems, and make them into a book of meditations.  So far, only a dozen have been done, as they triggered other creative work.   Here they are now – beginning with a first-person “prelude”:

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A root image – together with the Sri Chakra Yantra – for the contents of this blog as a whole.

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This Reveals the Way/Road 10.5.01

The first Emblem – PRAENESIS:  A Ship on the open sea, with a floating anchor, and a star shining overhead, with the inscription:  Hac Monstrante Viam – “This Reveals the Way/Road”

A ship of souls.  A pilgrimage.  All my lifetimes and yours are passengers and crew. The anchor trawls the ocean Current:  the contact.  The star is a Hermetic Cross.

On and on upon the deep, the Quest seeks centre point.  The tug of anchor and of star is Self correcting, like the winds.

The drifting is an alert surrender.

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By all, through All  13.5.01

EMBLEM ONE:  An open Book, with the name MARIA, and a heart transfixed by a sword, with the inscription:  Omnibus in Omnibus – “By all, through all”

The Sword is pure light from heaven, piercing the earth of leaves (the pages) which is open like a flying dove at rest.

As above, so below:  heaven penetrates earth.  Fishes are ripples in the sands.

It is the same light, by all, through all.  All worlds meet;  sand, salt and sea;  sky in the open rock.

The birds are Akasha, or space;  trinity mysterium.  Everything is written in Akasha, but cannot be seen by earth-sense eyes.

Receive the incoming sea.  The heart of the book has countless pages opening along its spine.

The earth of leaves is an alchemical term for the prima materia – the garden we are given to work in, drenched and fertile with nitrates and the seasons’ humous.

Maria is the sea – il mare – and prima materia, Mother Earth.

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In Thy Valorous Strength 5.6.01

EMBLEM TWO:  A seven-headed Monster threatened with a club.  Inscription:  In Virtute Tua – “In Thy Virtue or Valorous Strength”

Act from the heart, by whatever means. The demons of despond and panic cannot be beaten by proxy – only from my Real centre of gravity, with commitment.

The weapon is gripped from the heart, from within, as itself.  Where it strikes, it is armed by the great Exorcist, JHShVH, Yeshua.

In Thy valorous strength, not mine.  Mine is not the Strength.

“May God be resurrected and his foes perish- As wax melts before fire, as smoke is driven by wind – So may all who hate the Lord flee his sight – And the just rejoice!

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The monster with seven heads is personal egotism or inflation.  Strike at its root or tail, with Self-enquiry.  Defend the sanctum, create a shield.   Use both hands.

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What is not Lost …  10.6.01

EMBLEM THREE:   A closed and sealed Door with an Angel attempting to open it.  Inscription:  Signatur ne Perdatur – “What is not Lost”

The door is a membrane, like the inner ear.  The Angel has tools, but does not force the door.  The keyhole is the extent of vision the sleeper has, peeping through the Tree of Life.

Buried treasure.  Three knots in the wood suggest three worlds, or levels of entry:  ways of perception.The angel sees through all our matter and mass and concerns, being the space of atoms.

The door frame is the fourth Hebrew Letter, DALETh;  the Above is rooted in Below. The grain of the wood flows like water, a river, Yetzirah the World of Formation; the psyche.

The Angel of Beriah (World of Creation) wears the Atef Crown of Light.

On the Tree, the Sefira Daat is where the Angel’s dimension steps through into our consciousness, projecting shadows onto space and time.  It marks also the capillary interchange by prana into the physical blood cells and body, as Consciousness embodies.   This happens in the womb, and in every moment of life.    Daat is emphasized in the little Tree of Life sketch which seems to grow out of the back of the sleeper’s neck.  By the door frame near the top, is an owl creature or demon – a projected shadow from the Light of Angels’ feathers, onto the world.

The Angel’s wings are great waves of galactic ripple, through planetary systems.

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After I drew this, I dreamed my front door was irreparably broken in, during the night, right round the frame;  it had been replaced without support, and just hung there.  I took out some loose bricks.  I was afraid, but I found some lost things – a pair of child’s shoes.  Then I saw my demon, a black, lame, prehistoric creature;  the Shadow limped away over the fields, sticky, prickly and woebegone.  Compassion for it.

Life being cracked open.   Time comes.   The heart shape is lying asleep in the ground, in the Earth of Leaves, like an embryo in the womb.

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As Dawn Breaks through Tears 12.6.01

EMBLEM FOUR:  A Landscape representing an Island.  The sun rises and the stars shine.  Inscription – Aurora ab Lacrymis:  “Dawn breaks through Tears.”

The rising sun strikes his dark material from sleep, like a spark on flint.

It seems that coal rises.  Carboniferous life is the ancient island, dark against the light, the ancient residue of trees, melting to gold, to fire, like the young volcano off Iceland:  ice and flame.

The sea is Consciousness.  The island is a heartbreak.

Tifareth is a ray striking the rock.  It might be a precious gem:  our Stone, or Self.

There are birds of liberated energy or emanation:  the ions which are aeons – the current of static electricity.

There is a ship of souls:  a movement, journey or quest.   There is a lighthouse: a soul on the rock.

The water in the foreground, is rippled like deep sand.  When we clear the view, like rubbing the sleep from our eyes, or polishing silver, the Sun and Galaxy (stars) are seen together.  All is One Mater, materia.

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 Bitter Sweet 29.12.01 (Ramana-birthday)

EMBLEM FIVE:  An Orange-tree bearing Fruits, of which the inner part is sweet while the rind is bitter.  Inscription – Dulce Amarum:  “Bitter Sweet.”

Nostoc – the alchemists’ dew which is gathered at dawn.

The “pith practice” of alchemy is called the Fountain, and in the east it is Kundalini yoga.

The Orange is a mercurial tonal vibration from the Sun.  It transmits warmth and energy.  On the Queen Scale Tree of Life, Hod (reverberation, the Glory) is orange.  The Zodiac has twelve juicy segments.

Citrus fruit is tart at the root and in the pith.  Taste and flavour:  Malkuth, our ground.

Amor = Love.  Amar = Bitter.   These are working opposites.

Tifareth is a seed in the very centre of the tree, right in the white pith or core, at the dawn skyline.  The Heart of the Tree is where all its branches open.   Yesod is where the roots form together a base, and clasp the ground … like a child in utero.   Plant your treasure.

The year’s ending is the seed of Light;  in deepest Yin, sages are born:  the darkest hour has the deepest light.

The sky has ripples of light, like sand crescents: the vesica pisces – fish of Pisces.

The roots are Karmic strands and lifetimes drawn together into the lens which is this Tree.  Where they form one stem, a Yesod or personality grows, at ground level.

“Let us form a vessel to catch the dew of heaven” – to focus an individual, a group or a School.   The parents are implied, in full.

Deeper in the sub-soil is the Kingdom, Malkuth, the host of our interconnected bodies of Light.

The mist above the roots of sunrise – Twelfth House – is the aura. Tifareth is where the aura interfaces/becomes the Malkuth of the Beriah tree – the branches of heaven.

It is universally, a capillary process, both ways.

The citrus orange in earth looks like a ring, like a serpent eating its tail:  the DNA.

This was the first new Emblem in the series – after a long gap – having done some Grail study, and “fountain practice”.  There are thoughts of the One – the Tzaddek wherever on earth – who holds the Axis of Consciousness for this age.

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 Sweet Savour:  Cube of Solomon  2/3.1.02

EMBLEM SIX:  An altar with a fire upon it, in which a heart is burning, sending out a sweet odour.   Inscription:  In Odorum Suavitatis – “Sweet Savour”.

Here the notes are pictures, rather than words

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And here is the Second part of “Twelve Rosicrucean Emblems”:

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The Beyond within Appearance 4.1.02

EMBLEM SIX (2):  An altar with a fire upon it, in which a heart is burning, sending out a sweet odour.  “The Beyond within Appearance”

The rose and the star

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Lily of the Field 10/12.1.02

EMBLEM SEVEN:  A pure white lily in a flowerpot, standing in a garden.  Inscription:  Virginei laus prima pudoris – “Purity is the fruit of modesty”

Studies of the Tattvas – five senses and seven interior stars

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Solomon’s Lily in Earth 12.1.02

EMBLEM SEVEN (2):  A pure white lily in a flowerpot, standing in a garden.

The roots, bulbs and rhizomes are all our interconnected lives and stories.

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Companions of the Light around the Table in the Flower 13.1.02

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Discrimination 2.2.02

EMBLEM EIGHT:  An Angel separating wheat from chaff by means of a Sieve.  Inscription:  Dimittit Inanes – “Renounce the chaos of irrelevant inanities” (NB I do not have latin, and am guessing from the dictionary – help with this and Emblem Seven and the next three titles, would be appreciated!)

The sieve is a Ring of Time, an orbit, a zero.  Through its mesh, the bread of life is sieved.  The watchful Angel is planted in the landscape of all our lives;  the sieve is a lens, or medium within which forms a crucial awareness of our destiny, and how and where to act and what not to do.

The landscape integrates cosmos, fields, pebbles, flowers and watery ocean patterns:  those are all types of soul.   Birds fly into infinity.   Horizontal and vertical planes intersect and flow.

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Solomon’s Seal

EMBLEM NINE:  A Ring with a jewel, exhibited upon a table.  Inscription: Honori Invincem.  Perhaps “Honour is Invincible” literally.   This and the next emblem were drawn at a much later date, some years apart.

The seal of Solomon containing the Cube of Space, rests on the rivering grain of the wood, the seas, shells and sky.  The jewel is extracted from nature, from the natural state, and developed, undergoing hardships along the way, like humanity.   We are talking of a process of centuries, millennia;   yet alchemy is a quickening, an acceleration of our themes of loss and rediscovery, throwing our life’s activity into high relief.

The jewel and the rivering table, are two views of Time, juxtaposed.

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 Atlas 14.4.08

EMBLEM TEN:  A Globe illuminated by the full moon.  Inscription:  Plena sibi et aliis.

My journal of that day says:  “Creative insight applies to life. (a struggle).  My task is to draw it.  Drawings help. Drawings embody the light.  The Emblem Ten drawing – earth globe, moon, moon’s etheric aura around the planet – is  Earth bound – the World. 

“In this illustration, Atlas (muscle man) holds the world on his shoulders. He is the trunk of the world tree.  Strange eye-rose spirals emerge near him.  They are Time and samskaras – births of the mind.  The cloudscape is as seen from a higher plane;  the full moon and the composition do not suggest a linear mode, but a sphere – the Yin Yang interplay, the near and distant points (which are circles) of light and darkness.

“All is illumined.  The full Moon has a crescent umbra.  The Earth has wrinkled continents – Indian ocean faces – note the burden of the mountain range watershed, which wrinkles its Himalayan nature through Arabia, Turkey, Caucasus, Greece, Alps …  our problem of civilization perhaps;   the itch, the Mediterranean rift of cultural activity … an impression of weights.

“What is suggested here, is a global consciousness beginning to replace a local “tribal” consciousness.

“Atlas is the philosopher, Gaia is his brain, a whole planet is on his shoulders!   Actually he is headless.  The face is the front of the brain.

“My latin dictionary is NO help for the inscription, Pleni Sibi et Aliis.

“Nothing as yet on polar alignment … but managed to draw an alignment/core of approx thirty degrees through North Pole, Finland, Istanbul, Nile, Zimbabwe and East South Africa to Antarctica, taking in the longitude curve.

“Mediterranean is like a hot centre or whirl-spout mandala.   This drawing developed the way it has, with no fixed plan, except to draw my globe without the Americas for a change …  it didn’t take long.”

IMPRESSION today of Atlas:

I chose this image to draw, which combines a potentially peaceful scene, with utmost stress and weight bearing.  2008 happened to be a somewhat trying year for me –  between a rock and a hard place!

If Atlas agrees to be an ornament, he might relax inside his pillar.    If he looks carefully, he might find his ears are wider apart than he can ever stretch his hands.  His head is space for the world and all the universe, to Happen in:  a universal axis.  All he need do, is remove his head gently.

How can anything “work”, until I find myself out?  What is the way Home?

Reflect on … how time was once a local village, rising and setting in a linear way.  Now time is a community of the dawn, around the globe, at all times this moment, a sphere.

As Douglas Harding would say, look carefully at WHAT this hand is pointing to … what is seen?  why, the emblem of Emblems:  empty for the whole wide world, to happen in!

The emblem of Emblems:  “Look for yourself”.

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My adventure invites fellow travellers.  I am a poet, an artist and a seer.  I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.

This blog is  a vehicle to promote my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books) – along with many other creations in house.  

I write, illustrate, design and print my books.   Watch this space.

Some More Trees of Life

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This is the Tree, showing the BOTA Tarot Keys on the 22 Paths.   Each of the 10 Sefiroth and the 22 Paths is a living Intelligence, a manifestation of the One, in the many coloured dream-coat of Life.

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And here is the Tree’s upper Face, like a map, with my own Tarot Arcana (1991) on the paths

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Trees of Life as cosmic model, showing the anatomy of a musical idea, and the sensory download of our physical world

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“A Tree of Life”:  the children of all the world;  each of us in our first-personhood the Seer, Malkuth;  the infinite Earth, or space for the other(s) to happen in.   This is one of my illustrations in Catherine Harding’s book Pierrot – the Explorers of the Real World – inspired by the late Douglas Harding’s life and work – On Having No Head.

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The Rose of the World.   The Rose of all the Universe is Tifareth the heart of the Tree of Life. The caption is: “If we look carefully, this immense heart is full of Light.  And this Light makes us want to love.”  Another illustration from Pierrot – the Explorers of the Real World.   A new revision of Catherine Harding’s story for children of all ages, is being prepared.

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“Old Josephine” – A French village learns to see the Tree of Life.  Douglas and Catherine are to the right.

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A Hermetic Temple:  an integration of the Seventh Book of Hermes Trismegistos (12 Penalties, 10 Potencies and the Secret Song of Regeneration) with the Tree of Life, pillars of Solomon and Zodiac signs with their Elements

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An Astrology chart on the Tree of Life.  A painting of the birth-chart as a landscape in the Tree of Life.   This man has Virgo rising (Mallkuth), the Moon (Yesod) and Mercury (Hod) in Capricorn, Venus (Netzach) in Scorpio, Sun (Tifareth) Sagittarius … then Mars (Gevurah) in Virgo, Jupiter (Hesed) in Taurus, Saturn(Binah) in Aquarius,  Uranus (Hokhmah) in Virgo and Neptune (Kether) in Scorpio.  As the Tree rises like a plant, through earth into sky, the Zodiac signs are depicted symbolically.   Pluto (Daat, the dark non-Sefira of Transformation, meaning “Abyss, Knowledge, Union”) is in Virgo.

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Jacobs Ladder, showing the Four Worlds – a working model of the Vision of Ezekiel.  The Hebrew letters at the top spell AHIH AShR AHIH – “I am That I am.”   Astrology is a study of Yetzirah, the World of the Psyche, or Formation, the way a soul is likely to embody Assiyah, the material world.

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Mandala – poppy and oats.   This is self explanatory – the way a Yantra or galaxy grows, in any detail illumined:  the Tree from above, and so below.   This photo was taken on a walk near Chesham, towards the end of July last summer.   I was thinking of Amy.

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And here are the Pillars of the Universe – the parental arch and its perennial chick.

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Begin to be a log – Tip Point

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Today we build into tomorrow’s Pluto Uranus Square.   This presages this summer’s Grand Cross, a tipping point at many levels, where the Mayan Great Circle of time closes, eliding into the Great Circle which opens:   the point passing through infinity’s figure of eight.    No wonder the stress and confusion and pressure.   We are in the hour glass and it feels at the moment crowded.   I feel that what is birthing – what opens –  is a new perception of time – one that is not linear, but curved and multi dimensional.    Paradoxically, our lives will simplify.   Stress is actually release.   When the door yields, the depth and type of “I-thought” at tipping point prevails.

At tipping point, the forces for confusion believe they are making headway;  and the forces for the Light know they are on the move.   We are both.  It is the fluid point of peace within right-angle Pluto and Uranus Cardinally.   It doesn’t matter what today’s busy schedule is.   Meditation is less necessary;  attention wherever recalled to interior peace, is – whatever we are doing, and whoever we see.   From here the forces of Light and the forces of confusion are seen TRANSPERSONALLY.   They assume personality and the will to hurt or to praise, through the memory-bases to which they attach:  the levels and the mixes of evolution:  the myriad types of “I-thought”.

There is only one reason for all the study and all the Yoga:   the yield when the door opens, the happiness everlasting edgelessly.   This perception offers no veil nor resistance and includes every problem of life.  It even sharpens the problems.  Getting the point, as Douglas Harding says, is a wide-angle empty moving lens the Point fills from every direction.   Getting the point is “no one here.”

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Where there is harmony in the pressure of tipping point, there is a Messianic oil among the gears;  or it is the canal water sliding through the lock-gate as the levels regulate.  Osmosis raises through semi permeable cell membranes, the solar sap through the Tree to solar source and photosynthesis – root to shoot:  the DNA caduceus.   Thus we are.   Messiah is no longer an individual, although there are representatives.   For the Aquarian Age, “Messiah” is an ACCESS – a human wave-band, a consciousness.   We have each our own capacity to tune into this:  to pause, listen and hear the still small voice.    Moments begin to blend.

Think of poor Handel trying to compose his “I know that my Redeemer Lives” through the everyday din of London’s street cacophony in those days – the rich folk song heritage before the music-halls opened – London, the naughtiest and most colourful city in the world – what a compost.    “I know that my Redeemer Lives” got woven into the chimes of Big Ben.   That sacred defiance ringing out with each day’s Nein-o-clock news, stood against Hitler.   History is astonishing. Bless also the Diamond Jubilee and its changing attitudes and bedrock values:  the living curve of history’s Bells.

My adventure invites fellow travellers.  I am a poet, an artist and a seer.   I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.

This blog is  a vehicle to promote my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books) – along with my many other creations in house.   I write, illustrate, design and print my books.   Watch this space.