A Tale from the Watershed: Birds Nest Epoche

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From "A Way of Life" by Jim Ede

From “A Way of Life” by Jim Ede

Watershed Dreams No.88 – May 1975

A pair of swallows or starlings were in the room mating and looking instinctively for material with which to build a nest.  They seemed to clutch at straws.  I helped them by providing a little pile of grass which I put on the table.  In this way I neglected the people who were with me also in the room, but I was very concerned for the birds, that they should be able to perform their spring functions which they longed so much to do.  Even so, my ‘help’ went only a very little way.  The odds for their breeding and survival were against them, so I was their deceiver. 

They built a nest with whatever they could find, quite desperately. 

I showed this nest to the people I was with in the room.  “Look how round it is getting,” I said. “Look at the inter-weaving of all its strands, as if they were building out of doors in the branch of a tree.  How powerful the instinct is, even when it doesn’t have the right material.”

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This short dream-story is of the series of Watershed Tales in this blog.  You can find others under Categories or Search.  It is about an old Karmically interwoven relationship which failed.

Yet it seems I was not the birds’ deceiver.  Many years later – that same nest is alive and well.  It transformed to a new relationship with life, alive with hope.   Like many young dreams, this one was full of opposite futures and double-entendre.

leprecaun, struggle & egg

My future advises my past.   I felt this, long ago.   She continues to – miraculous and immense.   Time is no time. Life is unlabelled.   Dipping into a study book on Phenomenological Research methods, I found Clark Moustakas’ “Epoche”.

This is interesting, and on cue.   It seems to be what I always aimed towards. “The world … has been cleared of ordinary thought and is present before us as a phenomenon to be gazed upon, to be known naively and freshly through a ‘purified’ consciousness.”

Each morning here, for instance, I trawl my ordinary thoughts of the day before, until the inner Eye lights up and reveals their transmutation: shining fishes.

Hermes with fishing net hauls up old memories and pelican flasks

Hermes with fishing net hauls up old memories and pelican flasks (1989)

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The way of the Alchemist is so. I feel around me softly, the Tetrahedral triads and lines from Nesting Tetrahedrons and The Djinn, as blessing.   However, who am I?

The ultimate Epoche is Self enquiry.   Discussing Epoche, Moustakas (author) goes into (recognisably) Buddhist and Vedanta method without naming so.   He is an academic but (discreetly) on a genuine spiritual path.   Good to tumble on this merger.

Do I cling to Kabbalist Lineage and its identity?   Why?

Empathy triangles

Empathy triangles

 

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I have existential value and truth with Lineage. It is Saturn tempering Mars. It is an ancient skeleton holding a vital heartbeat.   It names and connects the wings of life, and shows me  to ride my bike safely and to live beyond constraint.   It is a Nest woven of all the Traditional twigs in love-knots, placed by the beak of the alighting bird, each a lifetime. But inside it are the unknown cosmic eggs.   The Nest allows the Egg to form and warm.

The paradox is – knowledge of the Traditions with my Un-named Epoche.   The Traditions and This.   The Mother and the quantum chick.   The egg shape solar system: above, below.

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The birds tried to build a nest in an unsuitable place: their doomed love and urgency.  The nesting image is strong today, with the Quark eggs in it – a revolution of all traditions and their hens.   The Light of the World, tender and subtle, throws off dark garments.

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Jung at about the time he met Idzubar

The Red book
“Man stands between emptiness and fullness. If his strength combines with fullness, it becomes fully formative. There is always something good about such formation. If his strength combines with emptiness, it has a dissolving and destructive effect, since emptiness can never be formed, but only strives to satisfy itself at the cost of fullness. Combined thus, human force turns emptiness into evil.

“If your force shapes fullness, it does so because of its association with fullness. But to ensure that your formation continues to exist, it must remain tied to your strength. Through constant shaping you gradually lose your force, since ultimately all force is associated with the shapeliness that has been given form. Ultimately where you mistakenly imagine that you are rich, you have actually become poor, and you stand amidst your forms like a beggar.

“That is when the blinded man is seized by an increasing desire to give shape to things, since he believes that manifold increased formation will satisfy his desire.   Because he has spent his force, he becomes desirous: he begins to compel others into his service, and takes their force to pursue his own designs.”

C.G.Jung

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There!   Isn’t that what happens with spiritual charisma and inflation?   Materialism … the culture of consumers?

But what is strength? Strength is before formation.

Paths of awakening, and the pillars

Paths of awakening, and the pillars

Jung’s statement above is Kabbalist: Solomon’s pillar of force before formation, in the Tao of Tifareth – soul triad – strength.   This is a kind of labelling, but no more so than musical notes which strike resonances or the song of birds.   It doesn’t pin down the Bird.

Ahhh the phoenix.   So vast an archetype!

phoenix copy from master r

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The culture of consumers threatens the eco system and cliff-hangs the human race.   Even so, I have this deep feeling that it is ephemeral, it is tinsel vulgar, our consciousness suffers to saturation, the juggernaut imbalance.   In years, decades to come, the acute emergency leaves the general landscape but little changed; Gaia prevails.   There are perhaps rougher weather conditions and leaner economies.   Do I remain in the human trough, or do I see over its rim, into the field?

Jacobs ladder - four dovetailed worlds

Jacobs ladder – four dovetailed worlds

The human tapestry is itself, inescapable.   I share a wide angle Kabbalist view, across centuries.   Only the bottom end of Jacobs ladder is generally visible where it rests on Assiyah – the product of the 4 Worlds: the temporary friction and weight of those stepping onto it; their civil wars and disputes and abuse and poverty and grabbings and luxury basements.

But, I once dreamed – (in early Tarot days, about the Emperor) – I saw snow-waters pouring down the sheer mountain face, the great peal of the waters, and humans climbing up it, up and up, fading into the mist … always.

The dimensions veil each other.

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Alpenspitz - a great raw rock mountain in Bavaria

Alpenspitz – a great raw rock mountain in Bavaria

So now. How to live and think and be, as Epoche?

I sat and looked in the dark well water. Phone rang at once – my mother. She is almost 90 – a Leo-Aries. I saw her garden, the flowers at Kilve in Somerset, her sore legs, Edinburgh and everywhere she is, and has been – long natter.

Live inclusively. Open unconditioned to what comes naturally.  Like this …  on Jordan Lake with the bald Eagle – Spirit – circling with its cries (watch the video clip!), and Teala’s little son replying.   Borrow strength!

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granite egg flower

granite egg flower

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Nesting Tetrahedrons – the Point from In Between

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When a triangle’s centre point is produced into the 3rd dimension, perpendicular to the plane, it forms a Tetrahedron – whose sides are four equilateral triangles, the most stable form in platonic geometry.

nesting soul tetrahedrons

nesting soul tetrahedrons

Nested Tetrahedrons: Unity of Above/Below, Point, Centre, Sides

Existentially, the 4th dimension extends individuated consciousness, to encompass as a whole, the world, the passage of time and space, community and nature’s eco-system.

The Tetrahedron in this sketch, contains a small inverted Tetrahedron.  The four points of the inverted Tetrahedron touch from inside, the centres of the upright four surfaces.  This demonstrates connectivity through centre-point, faces and polar opposites, as a philosophical tool.

In India, as in western Alchemy, the ascending triad is male, Siva.  The descending triad is female, Shakti.  Upon their equal inter-wovenness rests the lattice of our universe – nature, conception, orgasm, childbirth.

This Sri Chakra Yantra (from my drawing, tattoo’d on someone’s wrist) shows the interwoven lattice, through nine horizontal “strings”.  The centre dot, the bindu, comes from in between the lines which form the triangle-bases: yet upon it, the whole design depends, for the point is infinite.  Around it, the womb triangle (flattened shape) holds the Siva Shakti pattern in place, and draws the consciousness inward.

Sri chakra yantra - tattoo'd on someone's wrist

Sri chakra yantra – tattoo’d on someone’s wrist

We can enhance our relationships, our work and our human tantra with these contemplative models, which touch on the 4th dimension, perceptually.   The mysterious point from in between, touches itself always.

 centre corner cube

From triad, the extended 4th point includes awareness of the breath, and unique centre of gravity – as shared with every human being, creature, flower and rock.

This factor through empathy, liberates.

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light!

Being the point from in between our mother and father, forces us to be honest – the capacity to receive both sides.  True to the point from in between the “mores” , we are vulnerable, unfixed and fluid – a spiritual and human growing-curve.

Philosophically, the Triad is a realization of the One through Two. The One is always dynamic, like the child through the parents.

seal solomon tetra

My contacts with friends, colleagues, society and serendipity are interrelated.  The same deep connection flows through all. The contemplation is a Oneness? …  moving towards oneness.

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Jung’s therapeutic aim was to journey with his client, into the “don’t know” point – into the mysteries of existence and the creative potential they release.

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In my portrait painting days, a “connection” became tangible in the space between myself and my sitter.  It was like a let-down reflex.  I knew then that the work could be handed over to its Knower in the centre field.  However hard it might be, it would turn out well … because it was already Known.

The connection feels like a third entity – where my subtle body receives and welcomes the other’s “imprint” –  and it is full of life.  Something relaxes inside.

When A (a healer) and C “connect”, they arise out of duality in the same way. They embody and share this aim:

A C triad 1

The moment where past and present converge, holds its own future.   We receive our “future” through integrating time and being in time.

What is “past” is the deep well beneath my feet:  the root of my tree.  Past and present together are a paradox through which I move forward, and empathise more with others …

– “the intra-connectivity:  an observer’s ripple through the human quantum field – the butterfly wing effect” –

Sketch for Ushas, the Vedic dawn

Sketch for Ushas, the Vedic Dawn Goddess

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A History of the Golden Seed

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Lily of the field, and tower of alchemy

Lily of the field, and tower of alchemy

This post is a concluding chapter from the book “Manishya – On Being Human” which my friend Actaeon and I wrote and illustrated together, a few years ago.

I like to see Kabbalah and Alchemy in the historical context because – for any whose interest it quickens – it is your/our history, the recurrent surfacing of our threads of life in the broad human tapestry.

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Crossroads: The Mandala of the Star, Cross and Crescent

Star Cross Crescent with Omkara of the east

Star Cross Crescent with Omkara of the east

SOME HISTORICAL CROSSINGS OF THE GOLDEN SEED

OUR THEME includes Christ’s parable of the Talents, any talent or potential in Reality.

In the New Testament story, (Luke, 19) three stewards were given each a talent or treasure to look after while the King was away. The first one invested his, and with it made ten more; the King on his return, rewarded his trust. The second steward made five talents and was also rewarded, but the third hid his away safely in a piece of cloth. He felt the King was a hard man who took out what he did not put in, and reaped what he had not sown. The King replied, “Take his one talent from him and give it to the one who has ten.”

In other words, the Talent is the sowing and harvesting of a golden seed. From the golden seed we grow our White Roses of forgiveness and vitality. We dare to be wise, to know, and to create.

profiles welcome across time

profiles welcome across time

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In 2014, we don’t have to be tourists to enter our own sacred space and bring heaven to earth down the lightning-flash.

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The Knights Templar were lightning-conductors. They opened a road for the pilgrim between light and darkness. Their art transforms night into light, and in their cathedrals the Christ was uncrucified, like risen bread.

But their Order was powerful, and was feared and destroyed by the Church, though their buildings of the sanctuary still stand. A century after Chartres, the last of the Knights were hunted down by a pair of popes, and burned alive. The popes survived them by barely a year. Then the plagues attacked the body and fabric of genetics, society and politics, fracturing and fragmenting space and time. There was a charnal, collective shock in medieval Europe. From this compost grave, a flower of Renaissance would arise.

Botticelli’s Aphrodite on the wave, a body of light, is beautiful to touch and see.

Aphrodite, after Botticelli (1992)

Aphrodite, after Botticelli (1992)

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We can trace the Talent or seed potential through history, as the Tree of Life was nurtured in the collective unconscious.

Concurrently with the Cathedral builders, during the 11th and 12th centuries in Spain, a flowering of culture occurred as Jew, Moslem and Christian lived in harmony with one another. These communities expressed freely their traditions, which developed through the teachings of the Tree. A great Jewish teacher called Nachmanides of Cordoba consolidated the ancient Tradition. It seems that the working model of the Tree with its Ten sefiroth and Twenty-two paths emerged during this period. It was reformulated from the Biblical Merkabah (Chariot) of Ezekiel’s vision, which had been conserved in the visionary vessels of the Essenes.

The Jewish people had historically been so scattered – some felt that in order for the Tradition to survive, what had always been taught verbally should now be written down. The form we have today is the ‘Kabbalah’: ‘to receive‘ in Hebrew. ‘Qaba-Allah’: ‘the house of God‘ in Arabic.

Sacred geometry - lily and rose

Sacred geometry – lily and rose

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By 1492 the ‘golden gathering together’ ended, as the Christians dominated Spain; the Jews and the Moslems were persecuted and thrown out of the country.

The Spanish Inquisition almost annihilated the inner knowledge, wiping out the mystical aspects of Christianity and its connections to its Judaic roots and Moslem brothers and sisters. Some who survived accepted token conversion to Christianity, in order to continue working where their roots were.

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Eight path Tifareth mandala:  Part the waves, kiss the lips, turn the wheel, fingers touch numbers on the clock, enter the cave, find the jewel, and climb the mountain through the rainbow.

Eight path Tifareth mandala: Part the waves, kiss the lips, turn the wheel, fingers touch numbers on the clock, enter the cave, find the jewel, and climb the mountain through the rainbow.

The Tradition was taken to the Medici courts of Florence; Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael were possible receivers of the knowledge. The Renaissance expanded this golden seed throughout the Arts and Sciences.

The Tree inspired creative work but remained secret in the background, from fear of persecution and the Inquisition.   The golden seed and its alchemical symbolism found its way into the “Primaveras” and stone work of the great Italians.

Hermes (1992)

Hermes (1992)

After the expulsion of the Jews from Spain a revival of the Tradition took place in Safed in Northern Israel. Associated with this, are the names Moses Cordovero and Isaac Luria.

Some groups of Jews were welcomed by other European Jewish communities. The city of Thessalonika, in northern Greece, was under the rule of the Ottomam empire. Commenting that “Ferdinand of Spain was a fool for exiling the Jewish population”, the Sultan celebrated the culture of this displaced people who enriched his city. From this Jewish community emerged many healers and doctors who practised their art in the Sultans’ Courts.

The Sephardic Jews continued to live in Thessalonika until many centuries later, when they were decimated by the Nazi persecutions in 1942.

Solomon's Cube, rosicrucean Emblem 6

Solomon’s Cube, rosicrucean Emblem 6

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Dhjabir Ibn Hayyon

Alchemy also became linked to the Teachings, with Moslems particularly adept in this science. Through the stimulus of Dhjabir Ibn Hayyon of Baghdad a scientific School arose. The Moors brought the alchemical chemistry to Europe. An English monk in 1144, Robert of Chester, translated works on alchemy, from the Arabic.

The conditions for this work were solitude, silence, patience, perseverence and discretion.

Alchemy became a part of the inner tradition. One exponent was Nostradamus whose prophetic writings reverberate through time; one of his later prophecies being:

“The two great masters will be friends, their great powers will be increased.
The Sun and Eagle will appear to be victorious.
Peace prosecuted by death, it shall be achieved.
In one night the Tree that has been long dead and withered shall grow green again.
After this war which would have lasted for a good while,
there shall be a renewed reign of Saturn and a Golden Age.
Here shall begin an age of Universal Peace – a Peace of 1000 years.”

This prophecy relates to the nature of the Tree; when it is seen and practiced as part of the living spiritual tradition, the feminine aspects of Binah (Saturn) will revive, and a Golden Age will flourish once more.

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Chevalier Inconnu (1992)

Chevalier Inconnu (1992)

In the 15th and 16th centuries, esoteric societies emerged through the Rosy Cross. They developed the Tradition from the root Sefira of the Tree, Malkuth. The aim was to square the circle and build heaven on earth: to balance the four elements alchemically: and to guard the Tree as a living symbol.

The early Rosicruceans, with a mystical connection to the Christ, developed discreetly in France, Germany and England. They offered a Utopia – a Hermetic alignment for scientists, intellectuals, artists and philosophers. Rene Descartes, Robert Boyle, Thomas Haydon and Thomas Vaughan all became exponents of the Rosicrucean Tradition. Elizabethan England witnessed a flowering of literature and plays. Francis Bacon, Shakespeare and Robert Flood were the main distributors of Hermetic knowledge. Further schools developed in England influencing Sir Isaac Newton, Christopher Wren and William Blake. During this period, writers such as John Bunyan in Pilgrims Progress and John Milton in Paradise Lost repeated the theme of the spiritual journey: our descent and ascent of the Tree of life paths, towards symbolic discovery of the eternal city.

In Blake’s hymn Jerusalem, the second verse resonates symbolically the journey of the ascent through the Sefiroth and paths to Kether:        

“Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire

Bring me my spear of clouds unfold

Bring me my chariot of fire.

I will not cease from mental fight

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand

Till we have built Jerusalem

In England’s green and pleasant land.”
 

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Mystics who travelled the pathways of the “Kabbalah” were known as the Merkabah riders, those who drive the chariot or vehicle to ascend to the upper worlds.

There are very interesting parallels around the Sufi teachings of Mevlana and the Mevlevis, the whirling Dervishes. The turning practice called Mukableh means “coming face to face” – an encounter with the self and God.

Dervish

Dervish

The two words Merkabah and Mukableh have a resonance. The Merkabah riders have the same intention of coming face to face with God through the Tree.

The golden seed, an alchemical symbol, is perceived and cultivated in the pineal centre through yoga which means “Union”. The golden seed becomes an irresistible focus, aligning the Worlds and the centuries. It grows among groups and circles of friends in the transmission, and tends to avoid publicity and large crowds.

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From the fifteenth-century Renaissance culture in Europe, the cult of the individual Master took root, as the fair art of Perspective opened up.   Then the Baroque broke forth. With the loss of innocence, and focus upon sensational artistic effects, the Talent became vain. Dazzling rococo and gilt surfaces, devoid of symbol or meaning, decayed into pure decoration. Power and clarity were lost behind the fig leaf -whose guilt obscured original innocence.

In the seventeenth century, the same Talent branching into physical sciences, became an urgent quest for all roads of history to meet and rediscover wisdom.

At this crossroads, the golden seed was nurtured by a regenerated Rose Cross Fraternity in Germany, and by the masonic founding fathers of America. “Our strong child” was announced in European pamphlets such as the Fama Fraternitatis, which satyrised religious intolerance, superstition and charlatans.

aleph doodle

aleph doodle

Telescoping the stars to earth, the New Astronomy straddled the sixteenth and seventeeth centuries with the soul’s need to re-define, verify the motions, and share the result with colleagues. A scientific community was born, inheriting from Pythagorus and from the early Renaissance a hidden truth: the Discovery always transcends – is greater than – any individual who discovers.

Discovery 1963 - painted at school

Discovery 1963 – painted at school

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Subsequently, the Talent became channeled into a narrow band of Reason by rationalists and cynics, who “wrapped it up in a cloth”. From that confined place emerge the birth pangs of today – a multicultural crossroads, a rapidly changing global matrix. The Talent is a young bird sitting on a quantum nest of probable parables, crying “Quark!”

The shadows and distortions we experience, seem to be cast onto the screen of our life by a greater Light emerging behind them: “I am a hidden treasure, and I seek to be known.”

Our Journey into the Tree of Life, at any age or era, enquires into the soul’s origins, and with awe receives the Greater mystery – the golden Conscious seed.   As we walk forth into the coming day, we may recognise and welcome these histories daily, as our own; for we are humanity.   We have seen and been it all.

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Part Two – the Present

See also my earlier post “Alchemy and Self-enquiry“.

Ez haim tree of life, with three granthis

Ez haim tree of life, with three granthi..

Journeying into the Tree of Life  – THE GRANTHI KNOTS

THE KNIGHT (male) journeys through the mandala of the Rose (female). The Knight and the Rose symbolise our learning process from childhood. The task of the child throughout life, is to reconcile and honour his or her parents – the incarnation’s archway whose horizons expand. They, the right and left pillars of the Tree of Solomon, stand south and north. I journey through their portal, travelling from the west to the rising sun.

This is a quadriform Key to life:

“All experience is an arch where thro’
gleams that untravell’d world
whose margin fades
for ever and for ever, as I move … “
                                                                                                         Alfred Lord Tennyson

In our shadow are rigidities of beliefs and indoctrination which devour their own tail, and become a closed circuit of births or reactive patterns of behaviour.

Arcanum 12

Arcanum 12

In alchemy, the arrow’s flight is put into reverse, and flies “upside down” into the heart of Dante’s Rose of paradise. Our attachments to “life-and-death” matters begin to drop away of their own accord. They fall out of the pockets of that powerful tarot symbol, the Hanging Man – the path of MEM, the Waters of Life. Diving into the unconscious, he smiles as he performs a cosmic headstand, treads the starry firmament, and is born again – as dew from heaven.

The personal becomes transpersonal, moving deeper into the Tree.
We reach our own interior crossroads,
where the granthi of our genetic, karmic and mental tendencies are knotted.

Kundalini Tree

Kundalini Tree

In Indian Yogic culture which parallels the Tree of Life, the granthis correspond to the solar plexus, the throat, and third-eye centres. Kundalini – the Shekhinah/Shakti – has to break through these knots in the course of her journey up the spine, and free their energy potential. The first is sometimes called the knot of Brahma (creator), the second that of Vishnu (sustainer), the third that of Rudra (destroyer).

Human consciousness reaches union with its own true Self, through these three states.

The first concerns personality, ancestral and genetic codes (ahamkara).

The second addresses issues still deeply engraved in the Soul Law
from previous lives, which await resolution (buddhi and ahamkara).

At the third, (beyond chit and manas, the mind) time and space dissolve, and grace prevails.

These points of tension or conflict, seek resolution. In the Tree’s Lower Face, the cutting of the first granthi of Yesod to Tifareth, across the “Red Sea” path of Hod and Netzach, frees our spiritual heart, Tifareth, from ancestral ties which bind. After we have lived along the paths forming the Soul cup, we start to understand the nature of our second granthi, – the intersection of Tifareth centre pillar with the horizontal Path of Strength – Gevurah and Hesed. Unravelling this knot, where very deep Karmic issues adhere, releases a potential to receive the Cup of divine grace: Tifareth, Binah, Hokhmah.

Conditioned tensions in the Tree’s Lower Face melt away, as our centre of gravity shifts to the heart; to cross the Abyss “beneath the Angels’ Wings”. The great Wings of Archangel Mikael open from between the shoulder blades. “As children we shall re-enter the mystery of our Heavenly Mother and Father” .

O Angel - 1988

O Angel – 1988

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The Soul Law  
THE INCARNATIONS of the soul are a journey to expand consciousness, truth and love – through conflict towards harmony. This is what unconditional love ultimately embraces and contains. At the second granthi, we break the deeply ingrained Soul patterns of victim, persecutor, rescuer. These obscured consciousness (Tifareth), truth (Gevurah) and love (Hesed). They lay embedded for lifetimes to resolve.

Gevurah and Hesed in the Soul triad, are the feminine and masculine pillars of our individual soul Law. The soul Law is reflected in the parental Hod and Netzach to which it gravitates for an incarnatory purpose, seeking resolution. And so, appropriating a bundle of soul memory, the personal “I” – Yesod – takes shape. The soul Law breathes into our ear a Word – the essence of why we have incarnated this lifetime.

Kundalini shakti, 1988

Kundalini shakti, 1988

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As we are born again and pick up this live vibration, we acknowledge in ourselves, our parents, their genetic framework, their gift to us however arduous, and our way of discovery through it.   If you rest against a tall beech or oak in the woods, you can listen to the Word: the golden core within. Then you may intuit how time’s ancestral concentric rings in the wood are a plane which crosses the Tree’s height, root and breadth.   These are layers of the onion.   Let us reach the core of our soul Law “that I am“.

This Reality moves and flowers through all our seemingly separate births, linking and drawing them together by soul osmosis.   Osmosis is the law of growth. Moisture and nitrates in the ground are drawn up through the roots as sap, towards the Sun. The sap rises through the cell membranes. As nature abhors a vaccuum, each cell as it empties, draws nourishment up into itself. This is Ascension. In the branches and leaves it photosynthesises with light, and releases life-giving oxygen.

Alchemy calls this ‘the green dragon’; a sensitive extra-terrestrial onlooker may witness the flow of renewed life over the continents, as a quiver of springtime’s emerald ray. Thus, the soul’s release into Spirit from Tifareth, begins to nourish humanity.                      

TOWARDS DAAT
Bearing rather than scatter the seed
whose fire liberates us,

we are the glowing lamp the Hermit holds.

We are the honey of the melting snows.

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A YANTRA or sacred circle is a mandala across the stem of soul Law’s osmosis. We practice techniques such as yoga, breath work, meditation, astrology, astrocartography, déja vue, dream exploration and reincarnation regression. We enquire into our own soul Law, what it may be.

Path-working on the Tree of Life awakens the soul’s osmosis and cellular memory. Some of the jigsaw pieces fall into place. As we begin to map some coastlines of the vast interior continent, we gain compassionate access to “that untravell’d world”.

pentacle, after E.Levi

pentacle, after E.Levi

Squaring the Circle:  A Yoga

CONFLICT SEEKS resolution. (See illustration below – “Mandala of the Mind’s four aspects”).  Like integrating the Circle with the ellipse, we may “square our own Circle.”

squaring the circle, old illustration

squaring the circle, old illustration

There are procedures in sacred geometry for this, but in brief, we square our Circle by drawing together mind and heart organically as one, and regulating the breath. This vibrates the vagus nerve. Mind focused in the third eye centre flares like a cobra’s hood and comes to a point. It bows and dives inward. The mind immersed in the heart transcends time and space, and is the key to the opening.

Even when we know we have the key, we cannot always use it; for it comes to the hand of interior peace. By surrendering to the law of gravity which is love, we are usually guided to our roots. The deeper and higher and wider we trust and are transparent, while remaining focused in the heart centre, the simpler the opening way becomes.

Uniting Force to Formation, the Circle is squared when she becomes a garden, a landscape, an organic view of earth from within. She is seeded by Hokhmah through the door of the Queen of Nature – (the Hebrew letter for this, is DALETh).

She as Time – Binah – gives birth to Space at Hesed, over ‘the quantum abyss’ of DAAT.   As in the Emerald Table of Hermes Trismegistus:

“The father is the sun, the mother the moon.
The being is carried in the belly of the wind
and the earth is its nurse.
It is the seed of all beauty throughout the universe.
The power of it is realised when it is reduced to earth.”

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Manas Mandala

Manas Mandala of the Mind’s Four Aspects (2004)

On the Mandala of the Mind

OUR THOUGHT constructs formulate our consciousness. In Indian Yoga, the mind is divided into consciousness (the seer, the observer, Chit) then all the many thoughts we have (Manas). Then the choice, the discrimination to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ (Buddhi). Finally, the accumulation of conditioned memory, ego, survival concepts and belief structures (Ahankara).

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If we only identify to thought in its possessive context – my work, my art, my child, my thoughts with the comparisons that this is mine, this is yours, then these thoughts will cause fragmentation and separation in time. A division occurs between the internal and the external. For what is in the present is all that can be known.

The same fracture is caused by religious beliefs. If I say ‘I am Moslem and you are a Christian”, then your beliefs and mine cause fragmentation and separation in the identification.  When we empty the mind of thought, we are undivided.

sukhthai rock crysal buddha, 15th century

sukhthai rock crysal buddha, 15th century

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The “I” as sacred space takes us beyond time. In this space – the trust and transparency of the Crystal Buddha – all is Holy:  all is compassion. A wise mind remains still. Time equals thought. Space is empty for the fullness. See what it is, then Be. As thinking comes to an end, we are free to love.

When freedom is not bound by thought, then that freeing is absolute. When the mind is still, that is the ending of time.

“The rest is silence.”

Hamsa Great Swan - jnana (wisdom) floats on bhakti (dedication)

Hamsa Great Swan – jnana (wisdom) floats on bhakti (dedication)

How will God come today?
God came today only to be gone tomorrow
but what is in the heart of God
is also in mine

so God and I 
are eternally One

P.T.

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With the Sea Monster

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Painting by Jung:  the Sun-boat, or Fabulous Odyssey

Painting by Jung: the Sun-boat, or Fabulous Odyssey

Here is my favourite painting so far, in The Red Book.

The Incantation is:

“One word that was never spoken.
One light that was never lit up.
An unparalleled confusion.
And a road without end.”

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The sea monster with its tremendous eye and fearsome teeth, is quintessential to the enlightenment.

This morning I am depressed.  Politics is rubbish and always makes people unhappy or scooped. Idiot photo-shots. Who makes molehills out of them? Life – and the bigger picture – must go on.

The substance is YEKHIDAH the subsistent and limitless light.   Oh! Where is it today?   And where is the body of light?   Good question!   Get to work.

As I cannot find it by building it, practice remembering that it is in everything. It is in the relaxing of the inner self.   And it is awake on some days, and not on others. I cannot grab the Great Work like my bottle. I am outside the book, and in the element. And the element right now is …?   soft and weak. You know what? Acknowledge and respect these downsides: their present, being present.

One word that was never spoken.
One light that was never lit up.
An unparalleled confusion.
And a road without end.

What does this mean?   It feels like riding along on an unopened bud. It suggests that everything is yet to find, and as yet unspoken or lit: and this is the Grail Quest through “unparalleled confusion”, opening a road without end.   Inside it, I feel mundane, tired, alone and difficult, but when beheld from outside, it is a glory!   It is the shared odyssey, the mythos: we all are travellers to the dawn.

You see, all things transpire.

All things are sweated into being through the pores of Siva and Parvati’s embrace.   Thoughts are formed. Demons are born.   The Magid – the higher Self – is somewhere near, translating through my veil into the poem – the blessing of life. I live.   We live.

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Siva and Parvati - Elephanta

Siva and Parvati – Elephanta

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So I am on the boat, wearing a Horus-falcon headpiece, and steering from the spinal stern.

I am on that treat of a barge: it bears buoyantly the great golden disk of the Sun – a sphere, a golden grail, the inner tuition that Light connects unbrokenly all directions – the photon – and here in my boat which I guide, is its source.   Around me is the boundless sea, breaking foam as in a Japanese painting. And in the ocean’s dark indigo-aqua shadows moves swiftly with me the sea monster who impels and pulses my journey for ever and for ever.   The sound of the sea is all around, and below me is the living Shadow.   ADONAI Thou art God.

The Shadow’s power gives me exuberance and song. Of course it broke my heart, and continues to break it sometimes. The Shadow is yet excellent, leading and bearing my vessel the way the tritons lead the goddess through the billowing seas.   I am proud of my Shadow monster and what we achieved so far.   So weep no more!   We are of the Fabled Ones.   Look all around, at the magnificent sea !

When I talk to people of what’s past, my actual deep urge is to explain how it all became Good.   I don’t know yet how to do this with economy and grace, but I will.   I can cut again a mooring-rope, and travel free with the wind, and see where I was, and be where I am.

I am in the illumined picture from one unknown to another unknown.   I ride the bounding sea. I dance.   I ride the superb monster.

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Goddess with Triton, 1957

Goddess with Triton, 1957

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Through Earth’s Core – the Lightning

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Detail: Malkuth, showing the four elements, the seed and the cross of nature

Detail: Malkuth, showing the four elements, the seed and the fertile Cross of nature – male and female intersection (vertical through horizontal).

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Kabbalah 1989 tree of life painting, showing the KAV or central uniting thread - as above, so below.

Kabbalah 1989 tree of life painting, showing the KAV or central uniting thread – as above, so below.

In this post I reflect on our Earth-core, magnetic field and aura – some spin-off ideas. She is our real Self; the immensity of the bigger picture. Yet, approaching Her with respect begins effectively in HERE – with you and I.

Malkuth on the Tree of Life is its root:  the Earth, our body and sensory spectrum, the physical universe as far as the Doppler shift.  Malkuth means “Kingdom” but it also means “the Bride”.  Similarly, in the I Ching or Tao,  Earth-Receptive  is feminine to Heaven-Creative.  Through Malkuth/Earth passes our spiritual connection to all the worlds.  That is why Yeshua called it “the Kingdom of Heaven”.

The thread from root to crown, and superimposing the Four Worlds of Jacobs Ladder is called in Hebrew, the KAV.   It centres and earths the polarities, masculine and feminine, of the Lightning Flash.

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Hokhmah, Binah, Daat are CHBD – the Hebrew chabad movement –  the upper  “triad of feeling” on the Tree. They form a transpersonal Vessel in the subtle body.  It is uplifted through the work of our personal Yesod triad to evolve.

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The Bud is where Wisdom and Understanding  are bridged. Their buddhic bridge is Tarot Key 3 the Empress, Venus. Pregnant in her rose garden with cypress trees and flowing water, she holds her copper dove shield.  The bud is in her belly. The Bread of Life grows vigorously at her feet.

The transpersonal underpinning of Wisdom and Understanding is  the non-sefira Daat. The Daat consciousness opens where the personal I closes. The Daat consciousness opens where the selfish inclination fades out.   “I open where I close” – (J.K.Rowling, The Deathly Hallows.) 

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This implies the difficult transition, or identity shift from small-i to the Greater I … from the limitation of local desires, to the human Collective and its wellbeing. As we individuate, our “I” begins to lose its small patch, and to stand on a far wider field. The seed dies into the sprout of root and shoot.

We are pregnant cells of Adam Qadmon, the Self.

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One of the Empress’s feet rests lightly on the Moon. The Moon is Yesod, the personal self, whose higher octave is Daat-Pluto, the transpersonal Reality.   In the physical solar system, these two spheres are about the same size.  Pluto’s 240 year orbital period is the real dark side of our Moon

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Yesterday a bolt of lightning struck the Shard in London – the EU’s  tallest Tower of Babel .

This small event gives food for thought.  In the Tarot Key, the Lightning Flash is the Tree of Life, dismantling falsehood, cracking the chrysalis, opening the seed – the energy of Mars. That is the principle.  But on the ground?   That phallic spike creates around its base,  chaotic wind-tunnels – aggressive gusts harry the hurriers and their headaches.   Politics?  – a passing show … a spiky graph nowadays.

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Magnetic Field

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What does the word “Gaia” mean? To me, Gaia is planet Earth’s entire connective capillary through the Solar system.   Earth has a vast and tangible magnetic field, rather like a Scarab in shape. It extends roughly to Moon’s orbit, and protects us from solar bombardment:  it is our nest.

Earth's magnetic field

Earth’s magnetic field

I saw last night a TV programme, imagining the inner core of Earth, which generates the field.   They say it is as hot as the Sun’s surface. They believe it has colossal storms, just like the swirling turbulence of the giant gaseous planets. These inner-core storms are the crackling pulse of Earth’s magnetic field. I think we see them flicker in the Northern Lights – the Aurora.

Northern Lights

Northern Lights

Their pulse travels through thousands of radial miles – concentric sheaths of crystal-forest, magma, compressed rock, biosphere and magnetic space.   It travels through me, through you, through everyone unceasingly; but with our adaptation to the pressure, we don’t notice it as shock.  When we begin to work with it consciously, we call it Kundalini Shakti, the Serpent Power.

Crystal forest around the core of Earth

Crystal forest around the core of Earth

I saw also a documentary about human beings who intercept and manifest the Voltage.   They and modern science are ignorant of why or how. It is put it on display for Ooh and AAh.   Unfortunately, no one asked the walking power station (no hair, no sweat glands, and his fingertips are burnt) what being a voltage-transformer actually feels like.   Why not?

Earth's magnetic fields

Earth’s magnetic fields

These are coloured threads or filaments.  Our universe is a waving mass of these living filaments – our psychic energy fields, our physical patterns, our dreams.  This picture reminds me of Don Juan’s teachings to Castaneda.   He said the filaments are everywhere and eternal, and they assemble around human beings as egg-like forms.   The “sorceror’s way” is to see and dance with these filaments, at the borders of our perception.  A “sorceror” may command the position of his assemblage-point, and make it move – but only after he has renounced self-importance and embraced his death.

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What is the aura?  We are electro magnetic beings, in a temporary lattice of skin and bone and passing garments. The electro magnetism is the template etheric body which doesn’t alter during the lifetime:  the physical body alters and replaces itself, constantly, within it.   The template keeps the physical conformation stable.   It is a blueprint. It has the DNA information, uniquely and intimately coded to Solomon’s lattice.

When I go into myself, and “the current” comes on, it is my electro magnetic river. This (with practice) picks up colour wavelengths to define itself as Aura.   Sometimes, like the Northern Lights, the Aura is coloured, and sometimes it shows silvery white.   To see the Tree in Queen Scale colours, is a way of training:  to channel it. The body of Light has the spectrum embedded.

The Aura/Aurora is a feeling, a sensation. When I was learning astrology, about 25 years ago, I saw and dreamed each night of abstract lines and cylinders in colour, which moved among each other, forming patterns. This faculty afflicts my worldish thoughts and makes them rather tough, like yarrow.

The Aurora/earth core is the sensual consciousness… when standing still.   Inside Earth, the magma sphere is about the size of Mars. Within that, the molten core is about the size of our Moon.

The nesting shapes of Earth, Mars and Moon suggest what? …   a profound resonance with human friction on the surface? Within our planet IS the galactic core, for it has the thermal power of Suns. Some veins in the magnetosphere allow the fire to bleed up into volcanic vents and patterns, and to form the rocky crust, cooled by oceans.  (See Jung’s painting of the serpent fountain tree, at the bottom of this post.)

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The Hermetic Table teaches: Veni Interiore Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem. Journey into Earth’s Centre to put your life in balance and find the secret Stone. Meditation and yoga is a simple into-the-planet journey – whichever way it forms itself.

Emerald Table of Hermes

Emerald Table of Hermes

Kundalini is the planetary magnetic current: receptivity to it.   Let the snake uncoil.   On land, they can dig and investigate to about a kilometre below the surface, before it gets too hot. But the ocean depth is nearly ten times that: ten kilometres deep – and down there, supposedly, there is vast dark pressure, but not as heat?

So I picture the thermal mountain ranges through every direction under Earth’s crust, and how these peak under the continents and under every dot and atoll of land: a spiky graph.

Over South America and Southern Ocean, there is a slowly growing area (over the last 400 years) of weakening magnetic field.   It is like an ozone hole.   The Hubble telescope satellite’s instruments turned erratic whenever it orbited over this region.   From Earth’s core the stormy pulses display an altered intensity at this point:   in space the magnetic shield overlying South America is thinner than over any other part of the globe.

The Hubble satellite becomes deranged in the borderline “pocket” because it is exposed to cosmic and solar “hammers”.   It crosses a space where it is not protected.   So its minders devised a solution: they switch off the instruments when it approaches the “hole”, then switch them back on again when it is safe. All around the weakening field, drift bubbles or islets in which earth’s north-south polarity flickers or inverts itself.   As these merge together, the tendency may coalesce.   It is believed that within one to ten thousand years, the poles of Earth will flip – with an immense and inconceivable juddering of the Great Scarab until it settles the other way round.

400 years – the time period of the anomaly so far – roughly approaches the 17th century date when the Aquarian Age is said to have commenced.   Observe, as the magnetic hold weakens over Argentina, humanity’s materialistic acceleration:  the “Age of enlightenment” and consequent consumption and compromise of the biosphere to its use.   Observe climate change and ecological damage as phenomena which include the blind human error, but also vastly precede it, in the way of cycles, and make the error inevitable.  If the error is inevitable, so is the eventual coming into balance.   Nature is equilibrium, a fluid pendulum.   The cosmic Tree sways from side to side.

Sage and Osmosis

Sage and Osmosis 1987

Our responsibility to what is given us to garden, should recognise the scale in which the problem occurs.   It is not ourselves exclusively. That attitude magnifies the personal ego and its limitation – “mea culpa” does not evolve.

The human challenge offers a greater scale, because we must learn to adapt ourselves to the interplay of cosmic force-fields which appear to speed up and liberate a geological process in this planet.

There is a mass of disturbance and disease. We should lay aside the notion of enmity – in ourselves and to others, and in Nature.   When we talk of “our planet”, we mean the thin rocky crust – our habitation and all we know.  The rest, we infer by analogy (explosive experiments, lenses and graphs.)   We do not know the rest of it, truly, until we look within ourselves, for we are unlimitedly, THAT.  But our knowledge is incomplete.

Sacred India Tarot - Buddha's Mahasamadhi

Sacred India Tarot – Buddha’s Mahasamadhi

We  know not more than a cross-section sliver of the truth, until an awareness grows, that the Solar System is not a flat plate, it has the whole shape of an egg: the solar nucleus is wrapped in spherical planes which are particle-waves. The greater part of the planetary orbits – that which is above and below what we map – is invisible to our sensory spectrum; yet its complete perception informs our being.

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On Parables

The PARABOLA is a section across a cone.  Spacetime diagrams describe the speed of light as a cone flaring from a point.  The speed of light is a constant, whatever position or motion impacts it.  Time and space draw an ascending and descending parabola through the “cone” and they are relative.  Our experience and physicality is a cross sectional curve.

To plot an orbit’s curve, is to state its parable.  Appearances are a conditioned imprint on the retina and the mind.  They are an analogy only – for when Reality enters, predictions based on past experience and conjecture fly out of the window!

The soul Law resolves deep patterns within the self, while appearing to the world as a contribution to knowledge and society (such as Johannes Kepler’s work with the elliptical orbit of Mars, and with his Planetary Laws on which Newton would base his science of gravity. The orbit of a Keplerian planet is not a linear particle travelling around a globe, but a wave of spacetime, standing out from its source.)

An ensouled view that each visible orbit around the Sun could be a section through an oval sphere or egg – a living organism – enhances our life. We have to work at it, against the habitual.   It opens the doors of perception.

wood yantra & birds

Conventional physical science views the solar system on a two-dimensional plane of rings, like a section across a tree’s stem.  A tree cut across presents a concentric plane of rings. However, our imagination embraces the vertical reality intersecting this plane – its shape and centuries of growth.  We reflect on the seasons of its leaves and nestings.  We hear the song of birds, the hosts that populate its limbs.  We sense the roots underground holding the earth’s integrity like a gardener’s hand.  We imagine the oak within the acorn, and even the geological curve from which it springs.  Then we realise we have, in any of our brief time-frames, only a fragmentary view of the evolution of our soul;  and likewise the Solar System and the affairs of our world.

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To work with the Tree of Life helps to “raise the level” and to overcome the persuasion of being world-helpless.  Raised up we see a little further, and attend a little better to what is real.

Each Sefira of the Tree represents a planetary vibration, resonating human-ness.  The planetary positions echo the concealed “real wave” of the orbital aura enwrapping the Sun.  So I can measure the slice across the egg and get excited, but I can know the egg only by holding, warming and eating it.

Savitri the Mother of the Sun

Savitri the Mother of the Sun

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Cultivating this awareness, flat-earth-theory human evolves to “standing human”, and begins to care for all its kind.   The Rebbe Yakov of Prague used to say, that in an almond tree a few buds only will open at first:  but in the whole tree, all are destined to open.  The psychology changes. The human challenge is to keep awake. This is  difficult, but a tiny few can, and maintain a steady proportion throughout our history.

Yeshua “healed the blind”. The human challenge is to open our eyes,  keeping bedrock values open and enduring.

monkey gaia

This is hard, when put to sleep by today’s communication technologies and the entertainment industry.   The monkey mind is on overdrive addiction and stress – a symptom of subterranean acceleration. I am, we are, part and parcel of the acceleration, and our difficulty is to be conscious agents in the swelling wave. Am I in harmony with it, or do I damage my environment?   How does a conscious agent, a particle in the wave, choose, from moment to moment, the hour?   Nothing is in isolation.   Each event essentially, each individual challenge, transmits metanoia – the turning towards the cosmic Divine Pulse.   This is the teacher of history.

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To conclude for the moment: this painting (below) is in Jung/Philemon’s series of paintings and Incantations celebrating the primordial Mystery of the Christ child’s birth:

“Set the egg before you,
the God in his beginning,
and behold it,
and incubate it with the magical warmth of your gaze.”

Serpent lava fountain Tree - in Jung's Red Book

Serpent lava fountain Tree – Painting by C.G.Jung in The Red Book

The Incantation here is:

Amen, you are the lord of the beginning.
Amen, you are the star of the East. 
Amen, you are the flower that blooms over everything.

Amen, you are the deer that breaks out of the forest. 
Amen, you are the song that sounds far over the water. 
Amen, you are the beginning and the end.

The Red Book

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Yantra Tree

Yantra Tree

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 also 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). Watch this space.

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Magdalene

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The name “Magdalene” is derived from a Hebrew word, magda, meaning “tower”:  a vessel for the second birth.

the tomb - October 2000

the tomb – October 2000

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This morning in my dark night of the soul, I remember a painting I did.  Here is its story:
(3 October 2000): “Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness.  If I am sitting in the retort, seeing out of the window, the birds of mercury that fly by, are throbbing warm feathered vitalities of the Spirit. 

“On Sunday a powerful bolt of feeling – listening to Messiaen’s organ music of Mary Magdalene/Jesu in the sepulchre (No.11 in Livre du Saint-Sacrement) – produced this drawing.  Mary M is leaning back into him and giving birth to the Sun, which is still inside her.  He appears in the grey dawn when she thinks he is dead:  he says her name very quietly, and her heart awakes with joy.

In the night I woke up with foxes shrieking outside;  and I felt in myself what was still blurred in this drawing.  A “hermes sensation” came slowly over me, with the teaching.  On Monday morning I completed it – a cracking dawn landscape, her womb.  The rocky cave around these beings became like the original Serpent.  Christianity is more timeless with adam and eve, and more esoterically erotic, with the Son being born through Mother Earth, than most of its caretakers might care or dare to see.  

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“Then last night I dreamed I’d given birth to a baby, and now the pair of us – baby and I – were engaged on the enormous and exhausting task of feeding the baby from my inner body;  i.e. to find a position where this could be done, how to hold it and the blankets around us (as Earth):  the vast and cooperative hunger of the child.”

“O Night you black wet-nurse of the golden stars!  From this darkness all things that are in the world have come as from its spring or womb.”

Thomas Vaughan

“The red and the white tinctures of alchemy are in this drawing:  the pinkish violet in the rocks around him like the changing of the water into wine.  It is a geode, and also the fresh, cold sea.”

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I recall now, that I did the drawing with an awareness of history.  Like Jesu’s agony in the garden, foreseeing perhaps the centuries of abuses in his name, the woman bears with the Sun in her labour and return, a knowledge of how she will be suppressed, distorted and demonized, for religious reasons.  Deep down, the Yeshua Maria consciousness is alive, two halves of the same seed.

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Easter is a family time.  On holy Saturn’s day, when all the religious images in their churches are shrouded, I sorrow also – my sense of apartness.  It aches sharply through my hands; but the pain brings connection to my creativity.   I asked my Tarot for a key to open my day with.  It turns out to be Key 0, the Fool:  the alchemist:  the eternal antidote to depression.   To the left and right, I found the Lovers and Soul Strength.

Yes, the stone will roll away and the Son of Man will come out.  In this moment the cave of the tomb is Mary Magdalene, as in my painting; and he called her name, she heard, and he came and stood beside her.  He is free.

The solace is as ever, my interior world and its precise vision;  it wakes through the shutters.   Life strides on brightly through the shadows;  all is well;  there are these passing shadow states.  Connecting seems to happen through the passage of pain through my hands – brief and sharp, like lightning – for the creatures of the forest begin to stir – the Glory begins to stir – my resources flow their lifeblood through me, I am in the dawn.  The healing is that I am not limited.   Don’t get bogged down with life.  Keep travelling the mountains and the ravines.  Pick me up each time.  “If you don’t fight with life, Life takes you up and puts you on her shoulder” …  an old Osho song.

I climbed out of the dark night and grasp the bright, sun warmed rock.   Be at peace with the turning point, however it manifests:  for still there is pain, and the grief of having been unwise, and now my trapped negative nerve is clamouring.   Look to the progress of humanity, of human values:  courage, honesty, mindfulness and real love.

the Fool with Lovers & Strength

You see, the Fool travels at dawn, the Lovers are open, the lady restrains the red Lion so he will roar in a different way, he will sing to the dawn.  The red Lion is bound to her body softly, with roses.   Look to the human values, and mend.

In the churches, the holy images are draped in mourning cloths.  If we have a troubling inner issue, we are likely to be crucified on it for holy Saturn’s day.  Fall, fall, fall into the dark tomb and rise again as Light.  Everything that is preached about this, is theory.  I have to do and be it myself, or pass for ever, the buck.

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The sound of the sea is unchanging, bringing with it, seals and souls.
May all that we plant and cherish this spring, bear fruit.  I wish you a joyous Easter tide!

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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 also 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). Watch this space.

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The Desert Rose

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Hermit, Arcanum 9

Hermit, Arcanum 9

What is the desert? the innate way of unfoldment: truth.

In the Red Book, Jung journeyed and wrote: “Walking around in a circle I happen to return to myself and to him, the solitary one, who lives down in the depths hidden from the light, held securely by the warm bosom of the rock, above him the glowing desert and sharp resplendent skies.

“The solitary lives in endless desert full of awesome beauty. He looks at the whole and at inner meaning. He loathes manifold diversity if it is near him. He looks at it from afar in its totality. Consequently silvery splendour and joy and beauty cloak diversity for him. What is near him must be simple and innocent, since close at hand the manifold and complicated tear and break through the silvery splendour.”

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There follows a long poem with expanded script, in which the magid, Philemon or Ammonius Sacca speaks:  (see italics)

“The sun and its glow nourish him … the solitary loves the desert above all since it is a mother to him, giving him food and invigorating warmth at regular intervals.”

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desert rose socotra/moffett/nationalgeographic.com

desert rose socotra/moffett/nationalgeographic.com

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Thus also the interior sun of the soul.   I have mist on my window. I am dull this morning, and out of relationship.   I have nothing and am uneasy with what I have.   Yet I know it is condensation on the window, which blurs life, and the sun – Great SOLomon – will clear it as he rises. The creatures and the histories of the soul wake up slowly, and give the prospect some positive meaning.   The soul is a full engagement with everything.   I think this defines the soul.   With the waking up there is a deepening of the mirage, and some change of key.

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Geode: "A Way of Life" by jim Ede

Geode: “A Way of Life” by jim Ede

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The thin Hermit in his hut with his book and the heat, wanders in an orchard of lush fruit and flowers, all reaching for his hand, his breath. He engages with the desert.   “Fragrant resins drip from his trees, and under his feet, thrusting seed breaks open.

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I engage with North London. It is the poetry of life in whatever medium.  Sometimes the poet over-reaches, fantasises and falters. The poet has an ethical task, to remain where it is real, and to question every surplus.   The poet has an ethical task: to not invent.   Invention turns to mist on the window.

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desert roses by Alayn 1807, trekearth.com

desert roses by Alayn 1807, trekearth.com

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I think for human default mode generally, “the horror of the desert and its withered evaporation …” permeates the conventional stress of livelihood, entertainment and mortgage.   For the hermit in the Libyan desert or in North London … “he stammers when he speaks of the indescribable fullness, his eye rests on the garden, his ears listen to the source, his breath draws in sweet perfume from blossom rich trees.” …

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I see the hermit in the midday sun, in the deep shade of his tent or hut, with book and abundance: the ferocity of the dry heat, the ringing silence, his parched limbs, the rustlings.   I see human security which seeks above all else to cover my head with a roof and a story.   The stories in our souls are read to us at bedtime, to keep us covered and safe.   The hermit falls into a place where he cannot write any story at all; there is no room for it.   The sea in my face is a desert.   From the desert all things come.   In the desert is the well, and the camel drinks.

There are many sounds in the desert – of the soft mother, the wind; and of cracked insects and darting lizards.   There is the endless sound of space. This is the fruit the Hermit hears.   HERE.

Hear it through the trains, the passing cars, the songbirds in the budding trees. All of London is the sound in this corner of it which is silence: this window on which a Rune is drawn in the dew: my body’s unending kiss with gravity.

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Gaudier's Dancer - in 'A Way of Life' by Jim Ede

Gaudier’s Dancer – in ‘A Way of Life’ by Jim Ede

Are not lovers the gravity with each other? Is not the Hermit the gravity with God?   In this mode the thought with the beloved is gravity.   The Hermit’s daily dawn footprints through the silver dunes are blowing in the wind.   Their edges soften, but he walks some more, and again next day.   There is always the trace of his passing, and the wanderer finds it, follows the thread to the web’s gossamer centre, follows the Sun’s rays inwards, becomes still and is blessed.   The Question is left open.   The wanderer abandons the answer he or she seeks.

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“He gives you a small insignificant fruit, which has just fallen at his feet. It appears worthless to you, but if you consider it, you will see that this fruit tastes like a sun which you could not have dreamt of. It gives off a perfume which confuses your senses and makes you dream of rose gardens and sweet wine and whispering palm trees. And you hold this one fruit in your hand dreaming, and you would like the tree from which it grows, the garden in which this tree stands, and the sun which brought forth this garden …

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“And you yourself want to be that solitary who strolls with the sun in his garden, his gaze resting on pendant flowers, and his hand brushing a hundred fold of grain and his breath drinking the perfume from a thousand roses.

“Dull from the sun and drunk from fermenting wines, you lie down in ancient graves, whose walls resound with many voices and many colours of a thousand solar years.

“When you grow, then you see everything living again as it was. And when you sleep, you rest, like everything that was, and your dreams echo softly again from distant temple chants.

“You sleep down through the thousand solar years, and you wake up through the thousand solar years, and your dreams full of ancient lore adorn the walls of your bedchamber. You also see yourself in the totality.”

C.G.Jung, The Red Book

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poppy pod in drinking-glass - from "A Way of Life" by Jim Ede

poppy pod in drinking-glass – from “A Way of Life” by Jim Ede

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A Cell of Stone and Light and Wood

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I hear a certain Master say:  there is always balance, the being of the light and shadow, the hard and the soft;  and to receive and dance the Changes with courtesy.

His name is Master Han Shan. He is a Real Person (embodied, should I say) in history.   He was a medieval Chinese poet;  he wrote his poems on stone and on trees in the Tien-T’ai mountains, and had a wife whom he adored.   Descending among us, he recognises her among the characters in a story of London today; she is a loving student of his own disciple Dzukh.  You can find Master Han’s revelations in this magical book just published by Barbara Brown.  I shall review the book here, very soon.

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It is sweet: and the nectar comes.   London’s shadows are passing clouds upon the city’s depth of human beauty and uncertainty, and the way we meet … linking the eccentric streets of Kentish Town to Hackney Marshes:  linking a marriage questing centre, to feral youths with knives, who are taught the martial art of the Sword.

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Master Han’s element is the Air.  He is a come-together sweetness of plum-blossom in the air.   Let us gather together, draw together.   Deep rest.

Free this morning, to tune into Master Han and Master Jung for my solace and guidance: I find myself and the sound of seagulls being the salty sea itself in London, and I bask.

Every time this element touches me, the quiet sages emerge from their corners and rejoice.   A corner of Life is packed with possibility.  I am myself, aflow.  A beloved sage in each corner of the room ! … is summoned not by pentacle but by subtle Recognition, as we receive each other through Life, and coalesce.   Talitha cumi:  rise.  Not only do They counsel me:  They meet and embrace each other through my soul, and rejoice.   You are Their place of meeting. Wonderful is the moment, the instant for ever:   the coloured cloak.

My Tarot Key today is 11:  Justice.  Equilibrium, the raised Sword.   Here is a temple of wisdom, a vaulted Cube of space.   I can go into it when I like.  LAMED is its Hebrew letter – the uncoiled serpent, the ox goad, the Law which drove the most powerful beast of the ancient world;  who ploughed the field and harnessed the Light:  Sani’s oxen in the Indian Jyotish.

Saturn’s T or TAV is drawn upon the breast of the Queen of Equilibrium, above the Karmic scales.   The sword held upright in Her right hand, initiates:   Saturn in Libra, sign of Venus,  is exalted.

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My cloud obscured the bright chamber; then it passes. I can visualise and enter now, the interior, and the way we move together in the Cube of space, and the colours, and my friends.  It liberates; the sweet, severe music may sound.

Cube of Space, with compass and Tarot Keys

Cube of Space, with compass and Tarot Keys

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The Rosicrucean Vault is an inner cube, whose golden proportion, wall to vault, is 5:3, adding to 8 the figure of infinity.  In this old illustration,  the wheels tell us it is portable ... within us everywhere, it goes

The Great Work of Alchemy in the world.  The Rosicrucean Vault is an inner cube, whose golden proportion, walls to vault, measures 3:5 or 5:8 – the figure of infinity. In this old illustration, the wheels convey that it is portable … within us everywhere, it goes !

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 The Red Book Today, with Jung.
“The western tendency … turns everything into methods and intentions. Letting things happen, the action through non action, the letting go of myself … opens the door to the way.”

C.G.Jung

Yet there are outlines and forms to dance, as emerging just now:  Key 11 Justice, is Sword Form in the martial art.   I was shown yesterday, to let its tip point not AT but upward and IN … with the antakharana, the waterfall, the shared polar-axis thread, the KAV of the Tree.

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“Just as in Christianity the vow of worldly poverty turned the mind away from the riches of this earth, so spiritual poverty seeks to renounce the false riches of the spirit in order to withdraw not only from the sorry remnants – which today call themselves the protestant Churches – of a great past, but also from all the allurements of exotic aromas, in order finally, to turn back to itself, where in the cold light of consciousness, the blank barrenness of the world reaches to the very stars.”

C.G.Jung

I love this.    A cell of stone and light, with the sound of the sea.   Without cleverness.

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Now The Red Book’s CHAPTER FIVE – the Descent into Hell

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“Should I fall?  Wither?  It is a dreadful deep ...”     (That is like the Wind through the Tree which blew a certain stubborn fruit too hard.  When the fruit is blown too hard and finally breaks loose, it whines as it is whirled through the air, and complains when it hits the ground … and loses the plot.  Stubborn resistance of mind developed the tough stem. )

The illumined cap for this chapter, is an H for Hell, but it is curved like a Saturn glyph.  It is painted gold, against a hot fiery spill of light into the darkness.

In the small painting below this, he in white robe enters the Shadow kingdom of chaos, with its gibbering voices and coils of darkness and serpentine eyes.

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The dark is itself a serpent coiling and uncoiling around him. Jung’s next small painting is of a dead grey deep, but a black scarab with golden eyes floats across it from an eery red sun on the right, to a cave-opening (to the light) leftward – but that space is the bleeding human form.

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“One must give one’s heart to man, but one’s intellect to the spirit of humanity, God.  Then His work can be beyond vanity, since there is no more hypocritical whore than the intellect when it replaces the heart.”

In the text, he crawls through a narrow crack (birth) and wades through muddy black water towards a luminous red stone – the eery sun.  He holds the stone – a hexagonal crystal, which covers a hole.  He tries to ignore the gibbering voices, something wants to be uttered, he puts his ear to the opening. The bloody head of a man floats by on the dark stream, and then the black scarab.  These are the scorn and intellectual arrogance which blight and darken the world and make – with the Great War of 1914-1945 – all things inconsequential and banal;  like a failed sunlight.

For the head of man is in the Hebrew letter RESH, the true Countenance of Tarot key 19 – the Children of the Sun.  The black scarab beetle is a hidden gold.

Hermetic Arcanum 19 - Children of the Sun

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Something wants to be uttered, by the hole.   Jung waits.  He shudders for a long time as the hero and the black scarab float by: the Egyptian Sun in dark mourning.

In 1925, he said, “… The light in the cave from the crystal was I thought, like the stone of wisdom.  The secret murder of the hero I could not understand at all.  The beetle of course I knew to be an ancient sun symbol, and the setting sun, the luminous red disk was archetypical.  The serpents might have been connected with Egyptian material….  I was able to link the picture up with the sea of blood I had previously fantasized about.   Soon after, I had a dream in which the hero Siegfried was killed by myself … destroying the hero ideal of my efficiency.  This has to be sacrificed in order that an new adaptation can be made …  the sacrifice of the superior function in order to get at the libido necessary to activate the inferior functions.”

This is transpersonal, in the sense that the Hero figure is outgrown and re-mastered collectively in the century’s generations to follow, and in the current media mess.

The secret murder recalls that of Hiram Abiff – (the heart and wisdom of the masonic Temple) – by the shallow intellect.   The old symbols are collected in the Great Akashic Museum, common property of all humanity.

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At the time of Jung’s writing, science was full of arrogance.  The fallout from that arrogance continues as technology-worship;  but among the clever monkey brains there are by now many men and women of science who wonder, and who keep their question open:  in Jung’s red-book day, the Quantum discovery and Relativity theory were yet to come: men like Bohm and Capra and their seed.

The dense Kali Yuga yet prompts deep intelligences of the Light:  and a counteractive movement of the Spirit.   The Spirit of humanity gains sensitive intelligence deep down, as its surface representative decays.

Jung saw thousands of serpents striving toward a red sun in the depth – they veil it – and a stream of thick red blood welled up;  he was seized with fear.

Jung said – Heal the wounds that doubt inflicts on me, my soul … I am still a victim of my thinking.  He struggles to see his guide, through the howling thoughts, those unruly hounds.  He must drink the bitter draught to the lees.  The bad prison master of his Knowledge threatened to collapse and engulf him in a lightless cell.

My God;  his writing …   “Protect me from the serpent of judgement which only appears to be a healing serpent, yet in Your depths is infernal poison and agonizing death.  I want to go down cleansed into Your depths with white garments, and not rush in like some thief, seizing whatever I can and fleeing breathlessly.  Let me persist in divine astonishment, so that I am ready to behold Your wonders.  Let me lay my head on a stone before your door, so that I am prepared to receive Your light.”

A window: isle of eigg, hebrides

A window: isle of eigg, hebrides

Afford courtesy, grace, time and space, to the denizens before the door.   Give it time.  Give the Master recognition and time.

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The Photon

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Phoenix, copied from Master R's Trinosofia

Phoenix, copied from Master R’s Trinosofia

This post is written in gratitude to all my fellow bloggers and the little Awards for Inspiration we give each other!   The Awards are places where the innumerable great streams of a river meet, and flow along each other.  Watersmeet.  Firebird.

In Alchemy, the first Matter – Sattva or Mercury of the wise – has a luminous substance.  Light on impact illumines and gives birth.  In the subatomic world, photon on impact releases a “new” photon.  Solar energy – at the speed of light – travels and is received in every direction, outward as inward.   Pilgrims along the great Roads of Consciousness, transmit the wisdom onward, everyplace.   Deltas without end form ganglia of transmission, as openly as wave-currents in the sea.

sea movement - maps

sea movement – maps

Then take the wand, and be AS THIS.   Be a lighthouse keeper.

Light inwardly, is CLARITY, the freedom of a perception, unbuffered and silent.   Limitless light concentrates itself in Kether, where the whirling motion begins manifestation.

Everything is Light, everything is the daisy-chain-movement of Light, including the difficulty of childbirth, and of human life and its pollutants, and of red in tooth and claw on earth and in the sea.

Light is obscured whenever the attention on it is lost.  I feel that Light, the movement of Light, is the true nature of time.   The time spent on battling with its dark materials when I lose that tender attention –  is dream-time, what-if time, maya time, imagined time, competitive time, fear-of-death Linear Time.   In that small illusion is trapped the bulk of humanworld and all its buildings and all its energy, crime, false economy and concerns.

When Light-awareness comes around again, it is found to be a seamless continuum:  and in this awareness, the dark materials in their tiny time – all the buildings, media and fatigues – are laid aside.  When I was not aware, I was immersed in the tiny manufactured time.  I was caught in the treadmill, and I got exhausted.

Think of this – which way shall I look?   Into the dark materials?  Or into the seamless Light?   Light it is, that watches the dark materials, and is their uncoiling.  Clarity.

For the dark is itself the Light.

What Reality do I create?

wave trains

wave trains

Intelligence of Transparency

Intelligence of Transparency

Light in this context, is the electricity in my body (manifesting through the blood stream) … the white river’s grace through my open mind … the current through the cable (Key 1) … the planetary polar axis and magnetic field, tiny portions of which are intercepted by humankind’s technology, to keep its own illusion lit up as cities in the dark materials.

The dark-matter throughout the cosmos, which links everything, is consciousness:  even as much of our brain is unexplored space.

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Look up into the Angel's Sound

Look up into the Angel’s Sound

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Angel's sound - Spiral chord polyphony

Angel’s sound – Spiral chord polyphony

I was moved yesterday by Parker Stafford’s post on “How to bear Changes in the World”.  I think it was that one. And also his post about Death.  He said that when he wakes up, he is tuned in to – (my words for it now) -the vast Mother River, our solar Cosmos – the Solar sphere (in my understanding) which embraces Pluto’s orbit, and probably is galactic … the Connectivity.   The delta of the nerve-ends everywhere … in touch.

And Lissa writes of this too – (what an inspiration she is …) – she writes of our open and exposed human feelings which, raw as they are, touch the distant stars … filaments like spider’s string at dawn.   Union, even through distress and grief.

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Awakening to the sun

Awakening to the sun

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I understand too, that the tiniest movement in the eyelid of Consciousness, has the potential to stir mighty changes.   Human blind-unconscious activity disturbs even the vastness of the magnetic field, which manifests in weather changes.  So much cruelty in human history comes forth into the open now, that the Karmic process is inevitable.   We are a race in its infancy, barely past the destructive tantrum stage.  The habitat we are creating, will force us to maturity.

So – as night and day, sorrow and joy, keep coming – watch the flow of the Light which is Clarity, Existence, Creation … through a million fleeting dark garments.   This is Meditation, with whatever tools you need, to hand.

Be Loved.

Wandering Fool with paper boats and hats

Wandering Fool with paper boats and hats

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path of the phoenix

path of the phoenix

The photos of the sea and sky were taken by my daughter,
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This blog is  a vehicle to promote also 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). Watch this space.

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Sacred India Tarot Archive – Creation of 3 & 4 of Arrows: the Father’s Sorrow

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Kshetraya Warrior (RAM) from http://kshatriyaektamanch.com

Kshetraya Warrior (RAM) from http://kshatriyaektamanch.com

Tarot probes the depth of the light and shadow of human experience and memory.  Otherwise it would fail as an oracle.

The Tarot’s suit of Swords suggests the masculine – the Father’s sorrow:  or as Wilfrid Owen wrote – the pity of war.   Yet the underlying theme of these two Sacred India Tarot cards (3 and 4 of Arrows) is GRIEF.  It suggests a man or woman’s feminine capacity to receive and express our grief, which is human, collective, and bottomless …  and so to heal.   I feel it is important to face and examine this:  to mirror the Father’s sorrow.

Remember the Mahabharath, the epic on which this Suit is based, depicts a massive civil war – including the Bhagavad Gita jewel of wisdom among the carnage.

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For my own illustrations to this post, I am drawn today to Picasso’s Guernica:  the Spanish civil war bombs which slaughtered women, children and livestock – the screams of wounded horses:  the deranged bull, the all seeing light-bulb.   It is curious that in a past holocaust of my own, I dreamed and drew a Foal, whose parent had perished in a kind of astral Guernica.

Foal Farm Holocaust, 1999

Foal Farm Holocaust, 1999

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First, here are:

Sacred India Tarot Archive
Rohit’s Notes on 3 of Arrows  (2004) – “Bheeshma learns of father’s agony and sorrow over Matsyaganda or Satyavati”

“A glum looking Shantanu skulking in a corner, because the father of the young fisher girl he desires refuses to let her marry the old King when an energetic crown prince is alive, to ensure she can never become a Queen Mother.

“Bheeshma should be shown in consultation with a courtier who explains the reason for his father’s sorrow.

“‘Sorrow’ is the name of the card, and it is doubly ironic , because the sorrow he seeks to rid his father of, will end up becoming HIS sorrow.  In the sense that the Three of Arrows (swords) predicts impending sorrow and heartache, this card fits marvelously into the mythic structure of the story. 

“Bheeshma is a young adult now.  Three arrows he could be holding in his hand, or else one shaft pointed in interrogation towards his father, another pointing ‘unconsciously’ to his heart, and a third fallen on the floor.”

Visual reference from comic book, for 3 of Arrows card

Visual reference from comic book, for 3 of Arrows card

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From Rohit’s Book with the Deck:

“Shantanu, king of Hastinapur, has fallen in love with a captivating fisher-girl, Satyavati.  She exudes a fragrance of musk, a boon granted earlier by an infatuated Rishi so that she would agree to bear him a spiritually great child, Vyasa.

“Shantanu (Bheeshma’s father) falls violently in love, as men approaching old age are apt to do, but the girl’s father was chief of the fisher folk, and a wily old coot.  He argued that his daughter would be little better than a concubine, since the throne would go to the young Bheeshma.  His price for the nuptials was that Devavratha be barred from the throne, and the children of Satyavati become the heirs.

“Shantanu was appalled at this turn of events, and refused, but his agonies of thwarted sexual desire and consequent gloom threatened to consume him.

“Bheeshma questioned the senior minister and extracted the true cause of his father’s decline.  A respected elder writhing within the pincers of lust and obsession is a demoralizing spectacle.  Bheeshma is going to take a calamitous decision to please his father, and the arrows he holds pierce heart, mind and soul.  The sorrow he seeks to rid his father of, is going to become HIS sorrow, and indeed of the history of his nation….

“Ruptures and delays are initiated by Karma, so they are necessary and inevitable.  Necessary pain and trauma to clear away obsolescence … in hindsight, a period of great personal growth through troubles … this card may indicate divorce when the Karmic bond dies out …  Looming illness which can be avoided if careful:  obsessive brooding about foolish or unattainable things … Bitter and negative thoughts, ‘serpents of the mind’, and alluring erotic attractions … delusional … shadow side.

“Insight – release all of it – it was just clutter choking off your life energy.  Conversely – ‘the sped arrow returns not to the bow.’

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Sacred India Tarot - Three of Arrows - "The Father's Sorrow"

Sacred India Tarot – Three of Arrows – “The Father’s Sorrow”

“The arrows he holds pierce heart, mind and soul.”

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Now, here is my meditation on the subject.

From my journal this morning:

I shall illustrate my post on 3 and 4 of Arrows with a couple of Picasso’s Guernica sketches, and the Tree Yakshi drawing.   Maybe even the Foal.  Swords blocking Ganga.  Then it will all be visual, and I shall need to write only very little.   Grief so acutely personal and bottomless, has to remain private, to publish it at all.   My “Pitraffic” drawing in 1954, is indeed its expression.   Grief is named, but as befalls and befits us all, it is Nameless.

As sharp for instance as mine, is Abdul’s for his people.  Honour, connect, sustain objectively, and cleanse with the grief.  It is pure.  It purifies.

The mother wails and keens even now:  the tremors.   I just see and am this Arabian woman rending black veils, the stab of inconsolable grief.   It is all through my body.   It is what we see in the civil war on TV, and we cannot stand it.

GRIEF IS SHARP SWORDS DOWN INTO THE DEEP WELL.

Grief is incredibly connecting.  Childhood has it, through the parental antennae.  Grownup reaches down into it, through her masques and evasions and hurts, and finds the deep element;  any story or argument about it, disappears.   Humanity shares grief as the profound measure of our race.  From grief bursts forth our song:  Gita.

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Since my early childhood, Picasso’s drawings made a powerful impression.

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And grief and bereavement when completely allowed and touched, becomes calm.  It converts anger and violence and tension to compassion. There can be no confusion of grief with self-pity.   Grief transmutes to serenity.   The more of us who individually salvage our grief from the deep mine, and are conscious here – the better for humanworld as a whole.

So we self-cleanse the well, for the waters to become sweet, for all to drink:  as in Christ’s parables.

I wrote about the Arabian woman just now, as the breath from that arose so sharp.

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Sacred India Tarot ace of Arrows - Bheeshma blocks the Mother Ganga river

Sacred India Tarot ace of Arrows – Bheeshma blocks the Mother Ganga river

I am repeating here, this illustration – the Ace of Arrows.  I think this is what happens when we block or dramatize our grief.   When feelings are suppressed or distorted, war breaks out.

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– Rohit’s Notes on 4 of Arrows (2004) – “Bheeshma is in dilemma over his father”

“Since he is going to take a decision to rid his father of whatever it is that troubles him, and since this card has a strong meditative aspect to it, Bheeshma should be depicted brooding over the problem to his dojo.

“To depict him in meditative seclusion within a grid of four arrows, should not be difficult.”

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Ramdev meditates at his island off the Scottish coast

Ramdev meditates at his island off the Scottish coast

Noble Kingship includes the Yogi:  meditation.  I have included this photo – kumarsushilkumar.wordpress.com because I love the symbolism of the fiery male meditator and the feminine well, which mirrors him and unites the soul … with a celtic tower in the background.   Bheeshma represents thought and the trials of conscience.

I was actually looking for these:

 King Bheeshma

King Bheeshma

Vedanta meditator

Vedanta meditator

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From Rohit’s Book with the Deck:

“The young Bheeshma has withdrawn into meditative seclusion, seeking a solution to his father’s conundrum.  While it is true that he could have accepted King Shantanu’s silence about the situation, the cultural imperative requires children to fulfil the desires and longings of parents …

“For Bheeshma, his father is still King, and the King’s welfare linked to the well being of the state, transcends individual aspirations and ambitions … His personal duty to his parent fulfilled, he is, despite the best of intentions, about to fail his society.  The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and sometimes the most measured, mulled over, ponderous ratiocination can be as erroneous as the hastiest of conclusions.

“This card is called ‘The Meditator’, so its presence is an indication to begin or deepen a spiritual practice of Sadhana.  Heightened mystical sensibility – seek the answers within:  vigilant thinking … Recuperation, convalescence and rejuvenation … wise expenditure … A summons to return to the fray;  enough thinking already.  

“… Or:  going into exile, into disgrace or on strike … growth that is warped or stunted, momentum interrupted, a puncture or tear in the creative fabric …Isolation and discontent.

“What is not receiving adequate thought on your part?  What are you overlooking as potential consequences?

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Sacred India Tarot - Four of Arrows - Bheeshma's Dilemma

Sacred India Tarot – Four of Arrows – Bheeshma’s Dilemma

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ARCHIVAL – 28 June 2004 – Suit of Arrows Feedback, cards 1 – 4

“I like the fact that all cards have captured the atmosphere inherent within the Air/Sword suit, of imminent menace and vague sense of sorrow and trouble rushing forward to you.  The atmosphere is very broody and suits the Bheeshma character very well.

“So from a psychological point of view, we are off to a terrific start.  The suit seems to have captured the underlying essence of turbulence and tribulation in an uncanny manner.

“I also like the meditating Bheeshma very much;  it is from a point of view of truth, the best Four of Arrows/Swords I have ever seen.

“There are a couple of points, though.  Bheeshma is perhaps not muscular enough – he looks like a Bruce Lee type of strong man.  To pull on his kind of bow would require muscular overdevelopment, like Conan the Barbarian in Marvel Comics.  This was mentioned in the instructions for Card 1.

“Gautam explained that there was some reason for not representing the suit in the dance form of Indonesia or Bali.  That is a great pity, because I really wanted to give an international flavour to the pack, not regiment it or limit it to merely Indian forms of representation.

“The epics too are really international stories, intellectual property of the world;  and Indonesia/Bali has some of the best Hindu art in the world, which was why I was keen on it.

“The Prince looks, I don’t know, slightly financially strapped.  Could we add some pate armour or jewels to his chest or arms, so that the inherent splendour of what he was going to give up, comes out stronger?  This looks austere.

“The Buddha suit was perfect in conveying the level of luxury he enjoyed.

“But overall, as I said, the psychological accuracy and impact of the suit till now, is remarkable’”

Rohit

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Rohit Arya

Rohit Arya is an Author, Yogi and Polymath. He has written the first book on Vaastu to be published in the West, {translated into five languages} the first book on tarot to be published in India, co-authored a book on fire sacrifice, and is the creator of The Sacred India Tarot {82 card deck and book}. He has also written A Gathering of Gods. He is  a corporate trainer, a mythologist and vibrant speaker as well as an arts critic and cultural commentator. Rohit is also a Lineage Master in the Eight Spiritual Breaths system of Yoga. 

Earlier posts about the deck, including the first 15 Major Arcana archives are in http://aryayogi.wordpress.com   The deck is copyrighted (c) 2011 to the publishers, Yogi Impressions Books pvt, and available also on Amazon and internationally.

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Jane

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