What is Ascension?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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12 sphere Tree of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Capricorn glyph with Hermes Trismegistos, 1988

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

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

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

Photo from dylanontherocks.wordpress.com

 

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

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

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

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

Ascension is your and my compass: compassion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KEEP SEEING AND KEEP GOING AND KEEP PRACTICING.

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Ramana Maharshi with young squirrel

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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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bota key 3 Empress - Version 2

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.

Arcanum 3 empress - Version 2

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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An Image

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

scarab on granite

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.)

blackthorn at sunset

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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cones

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.

tree yantra '94 - Version 2

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

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A Poem on Being the World

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I am actually planning a SITA Arrows post.  But during a search in my journals for something else, I came across this poem, written in May 2007:

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tao doodle

Pare, oil and cherish the bud seed
that glides along the ground
receiving flowers, fragrant fruit, leaves,
grit and human-ness.

She smiles
he enters
all shall be well
all manner of things.

As the Sun’s light encircles
earth without end:
no day, no night, but both,

dive into the ocean
and find upon the rippled sandy bed
your drinking glass !

Sand and stars and stone
and glass and waves with aeons turning slow
are sand and blood, patterns of the poet
to breathe and blow.

Plant David’s Psalms again in Isra-EL:
trees of fruit in bud, soldiery in caritas.
The soul begetting magic
became forgotten.

The ground is damp and drinks the seed –
tiny roots out stretch
like to like as baby fingers mother Earth –
rain coming dew, breaks open, melting marriage –

the meanings rest
behind my day’s weariness:

the fish is in the egg.

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The Great Work gardened, watered daily,
projects a need to maintain Herself
with jobs and money and
skill with magic boxes.

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The New world order is a nucleus now present on this planet.
Esoteric wisdom is like dandelion seed – fragile in the pollutants of worldpolitik and easily overthrown, trodden under – fanciful, frail, devalued – and for this reason, let it be hardy handsome as the dandelion leaf and root;  let it withstand all toxic blasts; let it keep on and on being found, renewed, reborn and realised.

Use intelligence to cultivate the positive opposite to negative states of mind. It’s easy to run with bad news, tension and anxiety.  It takes real creative effort to be happy.  When in fear, be still, find where the constriction is;  let it open and expand. Make it smile.  Turn it to lifecurrent, release from jail.  The blessing of the tree moves into flower, within cottages and their gardens, in a pad, a dog, a lover, the stars.

9 May 2007

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drinking-glass on sea-bed

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And … a Tarot Reflection, that same day.  Click to open gallery and see captions.

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Tales from the Watershed – Enoch and the Well

This vivid dream, in 1976, revealed an interior contact, as it deftly stripped away the veils.   It is the source of my symbolism with the well, the wood and the root;  insights which I find also in the I Ching.  “He” gave me later in the narrative, a teaching on the cosmic Law of Sacrifice, which I woke up with, and never forgot.

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The Wisdom of the Fool by a Well (1988)

The Wisdom of the Fool by a Well (1988)

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 Dreams No.140,  14 July 1975

I’m speaking with someone called Enoch.   At a round table we sit, initially with some other counsellors.  At other times a car drives around the area under discussion, these wild orchards.

The name Enoch carries an emphasis from Biblical hinterland.   It is perhaps a collective name for elements of humanity, which conquered death.   But this man is called Enoch Powell – the politician who has strong views on immigration.

politics-conservative-party-conference e.powell

When people or birds – and cats! –  seek entry into a patch of land which is already occupied by others, they are immigrants.   To emigrate is to depart these shores, but as an immigrant you are an invasion to me, until we agree.   Indeed, England’s island history is tempered by issues of invasion and conquest.  Then this discussion around a table, with a view to a patch of land, is about space – the interior space, the balance of fluidic densities between neighbouring cells.   “What do we accommodate?”  “Are we idealists?  Shouldn’t we be more honest with our limitation?”

For a moment now, I see on the curling mossy boughs of the old orchard trees, heavy fruit rosy and golden, the way it pulps down into deep dewy grass as the summer cools.

The political stance on immigration lies at the heart of Enoch’s private nature.   It is where he is vulnerable.   It makes me feel important to be seen with this eminent and public figure.   Enoch is a powerful man with sharp pale eyes and pencil line moustache.  His physiognomy is gaunt and open, his wide jaw reminds me of a vigilant mastiff or lion.   His manner of speech,  impassioned, informed and forceful, is difficult to ignore.

Is he wearing cosmetics?  –  yes he is!   I kept looking, to make sure.   He has black eye-liner traced under his eyes like a sign of his feminine nature.   Yes, for he protests about history and about national rape.    The black eyeliner, a feminine contrivance for emphasis, is a chink of doubt in his intellectual armour.   I think I see his Achilles heel,  his secret fear of losing substance or integrity.   We are being driven around the outskirts of Buckingham Palace grounds, and the topic under sustained discussion is:  “What shall we do with this green-space?”

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bluebell time at broomlands

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“I don’t agree with you there one bit.”   That’s the lively Liberal dark haired lady from ‘Islington Cares’.   “People should go where they like.   We all can go wherever we like, and feel the need.   Young people from the inner-city should play in these wonderful grounds, our national heritage.   It’s criminal to hide them away from the under-privileged.   Would you deprive our youth for the sake of an out-moded institution?   Who needs the space to grow –  the Royals or the people?”

“Madam,”  replied Enoch  “we were discussing private property.  Would you like your house to be broken into and occupied by squatters?”

“That’s not the point!   Buck House isn’t private, it belongs to the nation.   What hypocrisy forces the tax payer to support a public institution – our sovereign Family as you put it – and have no access to the – the sanctuary this family enjoys,  on the grounds of –  privacy?”

“We cannot afford to indulge in politics,” said Enoch.  “I’m not concerned with liberal philosophy but with human values – the real values, if you hear what I say.   With reality, madam! –  our  bastion of integrity.   The monarchy represents to ourselves this value, and therefore the need for its own terrain.   Apart from that, think of the pressure of public life upon these people.   Think of the personal sacrifice they make of their private lives to the postage stamp,  to the symbol of moral stability in this country,  look at it, I beg you!   Doesn’t it cry out to you for the human right – to a place of refreshment?

“You are not realistic, madam.   Do you advocate rape – of our national heritage, the remaining legacy of poets and sailors?   Will you allow burglars and opportunists to despoil and pollute this place?   Have you no heart?”

“My dear Enoch, you must move with the times, we are not discussing nasty criminals but young people – the birth rate.   Have you no heart for the nation’s young,  its children,  and the problems of the inner cities?   This is the young orchard.   And it has no room to grow!”

“Madam, our cities are overcrowded through our poor judgment of the ratio of population density to available land area.   That is why I spoke out against opening our doors to the incoming tide of our Imperial guilt.   Did we treat our immigrants well?   Have we accomodated them humanely?   Look within and ask yourself.   Did they come off the Windrush to a warm welcome, or to a bigoted colour bar?   Did we keep Hitler out,  to let ourselves be conquered by hypocrites’ oath to a swollen Commonwealth?   The sins of our fathers indeed come back to find us.  But I beg you again,  let us protect the soul of our country from further rotting.   The wilderness which lies within the heart …”

“Oh,” said the romantic dark-haired lady  “yes, in olden days everybody had some wilderness to wander, and even some mystical feudal superstition to keep them busy, but today it’s the young, those young people from all the big cities whom you would deprive of the right to leave the streets and take solace in Nature.   Who else has the right to see the laden fruit in those orchards, to walk along the shady paths?   But Enoch, your party and policy is no longer in power.   Times have changed.   An act will be passed …”

Enoch’s face is dark with grief.   “If you do that,”  he says  “there will be nowhere for anyone to go to.   There’ll be no place of such nature left.”

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Queen with child, 1956

Queen with child, 1956

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The grounds of the palace, are enclosed by high and weathered walls.   Within this boundary extends a sylvan oasis of landscaped gardens, and un-mown meadows. Through the woodlands, birds call –  a place of rest and mystery in the heart of the city.   The rougher and more untamed regions are the area under discussion;  here are gathered, in a shaggy garland of luxuriant wild orchards opening one into another, many old trees that slant hither and thither in haphazard rows.   They bear apples, pears, cherries and plums, self-pruning.   Around their knotty trunks grows a profusion of deep sorrel, buttercup, pink campion, royal blue scabious and thorny briar rose;  and foxes trace a magical maze.   Here the butterfly flourishes.   It is a fragrant and secret garden.   It hums with near and distant song and silence.

This is the soul which Enoch feels belongs to us all,  and should therefore be kept inviolate,  and which the liberal dark haired lady feels,  for the same reason,  should be open to the public.

At first I thought she was right.  Enoch’s immigration policy was never popular.   People should come and go,  nibble the fruit in these orchards,  sit and dream or have sex in the natural arbours,  sniff the thorny roses and spot Royals.   Anyone should be able to go there,  to go where they like.

Enoch’s personal distress became real to me.   The domain where time stands still is a reality within each one of us, which is not easy to access.   Here we grow and breathe among the tangled web of our fruit,  our convoluted petalled fragrance of the wild rose;  and only those should enter who are invited.    For it flowers and opens, from a dark and winding stem of thorns.   The pathway among radiant trees and flowers is a briary labyrinth in which the foolish or unwary,  or mere litter-spilling sight seers, get lost,  stolen or strayed.

Should we crowd that end of the enclosure?   It is the private part.   The liberal plan parades a crude ideology.

Enoch noticed that I’m turning from the eloquent dark haired woman to him to listen.   My ambivalent point of view seems to interest him, but there is nothing I can yet say.   She crowds me out.   She talks all the time, there is much, much that I feel and would like to say, the pressure from my heart like unripe fruit on the bough,  I feel for him,  I want to tell him this but not to gush or take sides,  and I don’t know how.  So I am silent.

As I understand it, Enoch would suffer in himself so acute an unhappiness if the Act were passed in the palace grounds, particularly the sacred area of orchard growth, that as in Blake’s “Elegy”: –  “O Rose, thou art sick;  the invisible worm that flies in the night in the howling storm,  has found out thy bed of crimson joy:   and his dark secret love does thy life destroy!” – he too would sicken and die.

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roots at broomlands

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It is to do with guardng the fertile and sacred wood.   Wood and water work together into the fourth dimension as an osmotic cycle.   The welling growth from under the ground to the warm rays of the sun, along a series of neighbouring fluidic densities, is a series also of changing texture in time – through the tender pliability of young stems to the rigid oak,  and what the old tree returns to earth from the sky.   This is the “now” in a river’s movement of many centuries.

In matriarchal land husbandry, the kings must die, and their seed as generations rise and fall;  but the wood is the terrain of life,  the concentric rings of time,  the uplift and downfall of the waters.   In the wood is drawn the Akashic record for all seasons. This is one of the closely guarded mysteries.  A druid, to her nature true, may approach the power and knowledge which lies hidden in the tree, wisely, and with love.

Then Enoch is a guardian.   Only those may walk in nature’s temple who earned or inherited, by their effort, the right. The wood and the water are a well – the deeply sunk root to the high, flowering branch.   Wood and water well an oasis in the mental life.   Our rulers are an elected sense of purpose, but also a private source of refreshment.   How hungry we are for the gutter press, their domestic difficulties.   And when so much is cut down, so much is given out,  how essential is retreat,  for them:  and for ourselves.

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mary queen of scots exiled from france, on a ship - 1957

mary queen of scots exiled from france, on a ship – 1957

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Enoch may be Powell, the unpopular and forceful politician who cares more for principles than for votes,  but who and what else is he?    He asserts an individuated view.   He is  a rugged individual.   He is any individual in any time or climate of everyman who, when over-run with the mere ideas of others,  dies.   The politician is a mask of convenience for a messenger.

The Person behind the mask is universal. “I am.”  How much of this commodity is sacrificed to the mask?  for the sake of being “available”?

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goddess with swan - 1956, copy from Leonardo

goddess with swan – 1956, copy from Leonardo

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Our dialogue has now become an intimate one.

“I have myself studied sacrifice,” he told me.   “I made, over long periods of time, very many years, a special depth study of all shapes and forms of sacrifice.   When my interest was anthropological, I was drawn to consider first the primitive form,  the votive offering of animal vigour from within the tribe to heaven,  to protect the tribe.   The more valuable the victim from the physical world, the more it focused the source of protection and strength.   Adonai takes the first of the fruit and gives back Himself.  This is psychology.

“You can see then a rate of exchange,  a currency.   It is the equilibrating of fluidic density from one plant cell or dimension of our universe, to another.   See what comes back in faith.   You can see the human victims on Mayan pyramids, the sheep and goats of the Hebrews, the bulls of the ancient Greeks,  and the bodies of early Christian martyrs.   Now, how would you yourself define sacrifice?”

“I think,” I said rather stiffly after a while, straining to hold his attention to my empathy and not wake up in my bed –  “that it is the gift.   I think the sacrifice transfers my attachment to earthly opinion.  It goes to a higher and more subtle sense of gravity.”

“Then,” he said  “you are the chosen container of your sacrifice.   To sacrifice is to give faith to the laws of renewal within you.   It is the offering to the Universal, what I, or you, have earned, and the willingness to change station in consciousness.  Each living heart contains a mystery, which should be guarded – the ability or willingness to do just that.   This element alone is taken alive to heaven.

“In the law of reincarnation, the Tree grows up to heaven and descends as fruit, as seed.  Each leaf put forth from the stem, the woody capillary, is unique.  The seasons are the fountain’s rise and fall:  the tidal breath of Adonai.

“In some forms of sacrifice, a pleasing fragrance is burned from the entrails of animal power and pride, to favour the ruling forces of Nature and persuade their alignment to a human cause.   In the Iliad the gods themselves sat down to feast with the heroes.   But in other forms of sacrifice a Man falls from heaven to earth like an apple to enrich the ground plan.   This, like golden leaf-fall, or treasure from the tree of life,  is the Messiah.   He ‘falls’ into the autumn of each year or cycle of human history, to teach it.

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sleep - 1987

sleep – 1987

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“And,” he went on,  “sacrifice is the slow and welling growth of new wood from the old.   Sacrifice metamorphs the butterfly from chrysalis, the snake of wisdom from many essential skins of ignorance.    Sacrifice is metanoia – the turning – of self’s wisdom from the personality’s temporary possession.

“This is difficult for you to understand and for me to tell.   It is not ordained by a limited mind like ours.  We touch on matters, which the transcendent plane inverts.   To sacrifice, or give away what we have,  is to receive it,  is to be the receiver.   To die is to be born.   To live in light, I cast away concentric rings of the darkness which defines me.

“I have studied these things so deeply, over so great an epoch of time, have given so much of my attention to this independent science,  one body after another,  that if I chose, they could make me a Doctor and put me out to grass.   That would be a solution to the political problem, wouldn’t it?   But in fact, so much have I suffered for the royal art, so much outgrown, sometimes prematurely given away, or died to, that I came to cherish a little too fiercely the remnant I have left.   This is the hardest part of all.   I should have hung onto the old witch-doctor, to salve these old scars on my stem of life;  my devotions and denials.

“Do you understand?   That place where the fruit trees are – is one that I WON’T give up.   It is my childhood.   It is sacred to me.”

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A fairy godmother, 1957

A fairy godmother, 1957

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Enoch Powell is still wearing cosmetic eye-liner with a curious consistency.   Perhaps this is so as to underline his point of view.

“It is very good,”  he says in his former voice “and very necessary to study an independent science.   But do not let the philanthropic philosophy philander you.”

His skin is brown and tanned by the sun in the gap between his trousers and jersey, his hair is black,  he emits to me a masculine vibrancy and seems to be turning into someone else.

Enoch is the collective name of an ancient gesture:   “he who walked with the Lord and he was not:  for the Lord took him.”   His thoughts on sacrifice are like looking into a well of water.   Everything is upside down.   I look down into the well and see, around my reflected shadow limned in light in the quiver of still water, the sky above.   What is above is in the depths of the earth.

The Hanged Man in the twelfth Tarot Arcanum hangs by the left foot smiling, from a wooden crosspiece over the well.   Why?

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12 hanged man - Version 3

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Who is in the well?   We look up into each other. You returned to earth head first,  to give it fruit,  to be born to die. I can see my earth-brown shadow, deep in the well of life, but not the features, against the light.

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With hindsight, I find the political awareness in this story interesting, pre-dating the decades of Margaret Thatcher’s market-forces policy, the Wales marriage, Prince Charles’s global network with the ecological and humanitarian emergency, the social turmoil, consumerist inflation and collapse.

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Dancing goddess, on the Heath Extension

Dancing goddess, on the Heath Extension

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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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The Wandering Fool and Ramesh

With drawings from my sketchbooks in 1988, some “Poems of Eclipse” 1999, (inspired by Ramesh Balsekar’s philosophy) and a new sketch of Ramesh.

Read also my landmark post On Gaia as our Self in my other blog, Aquariel !

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Arcanum 0 The Fool

Arcanum 0 The Fool

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A Picture …

Standing over
a rock under standing – river bed
unaltered wherever I go,
the art of life discovers
a masterpiece – the obvious!

Along the rain washed road, a wanderer
wears battered hat, carrying
bundly bag and flower.  Why
did God’s will place him there?

He turned.  He thought he knew
but could not see the thunder cloud
above him, deftly brushed.

Trapped in the wrong dimension,
unwittingly he got wet!

Backed on canvas, his quest
is strung on fibre, warp and weft.
His human history, he cannot see.
On flat earth theory, he’s crucified;
the Master’s Eye looks back!

Who created him:  Botticelli, Van Eyck,
Michelangelo?  He was
and is composed no where apart
from Life around him, which is Art.

2 The Wandering Fool with Flower & Egg

Let the vagrant lift his Cross
of time through space,
the canvas warp and weft,
to follow Eye.

Let him through a hemisphere
turn his gaze
from flat earth
to Creation’s inward sky.

Let him see as the Master sees
himself.

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The spirit in the Garden of Eden
took root in animal skins.
World’s habitat being strong,
my vigilance is overcast.

The disappointing fragment magnified
is an ever present threat
to thunder and enclose my soul –
yet the coast is clear.

The breath that stops the world
can nothing else contain,
for it is everything.

The holy Grail
draws to itself the Grail against
all other gravities.

3 Two young Fools conversing

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In Ramesh’s aphorism, my life
is a painted land,
a mile or five miles wide.
A house or two I see from where I stand.
What next unfolds?  I walk in time and space.

That thread links a hill which hasn’t happened yet
with a vivid face which has.
The future hill with remembered face
in the Master’s Eye, are space.

Stepping away,
wider vistas with the fragment coalesce
and realisation comes:  the masterpiece
was painted long ago.

6 Astronomer Fool with spinning top and cockerel

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Creator

My vivid face and brooding hill
have thirty roving years between.

My wanderer, awarded a cosmos of his own,
searches source
around the fade-out of his visual field.
He rests at night in a picture frame of mist.

How may he know God’s will unless
he’s in love with nothing else?
content to be rained upon, re-brushed
with madder rose, ochre, a touch of sapphire,
and even cleaned away?

Meet Mrs Madder Rose - 1987

Meet Mrs Madder Rose – 1987

In love with nowt but what Creator does –
he’s granted a strong belief he may find out!
Else who among his Angelic lovers of Art
could his capering convince?

Ramesh in his wisdom has remarked: “When understanding happens, a created object sees that nothing he or she believed they did, or felt, is separate from the Creator Subjectivity. It has no being apart;  nor ever had.  The entire texture of autonomy, guilt and pride, is illusory, fabricating divine ignorance.”

Ramesh Balsekar ja 14 feb 2013

Ramesh Balsekar ja 14 feb 2013

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Master

God’s Name
belongs to the canvas figure, alone.
Prayer is open-ness.

Shell

GOD is a sound:  here a spiral shell
on the beach, and elsewhere tightly closed.
The Mystery of Master’s work within a gem
erases and enhances Grace.

The co-creation has no concept
but to be.  The Master knows not
how his own beard grows.

Wandering Fool with paper boats

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Binah – the Understanding

The drum’s
cellular surface quivers
like an ear.

Osmosis passes from root in earth to flowering leaf, as sun from star.
Osmosis regulates cell densities through magnetic vacuum
beyond the brain.

The gnosis has no fight with life,
and always unseats itself.
Behind every alteration it
seems to bring about, gnosis
remains unaltering.

The philosophical aphorism accepts and discards
concepts freely, as tools
that grow on us, are sharp,
grow blunt, and are put away.

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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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