Kabbalah Notes – Companions of the Light

Posted on October 31, 2014 by janeadamsart

Under Piccadilly circus 1965

When the author Susan Howatch is writing her novel, she loves all her characters astray and how they develop, light and shadow, bad and good, as they well to life, and she loves them for their problems, their sexual nature, their honest discoveries, their extravagant delusions, and their (some of them) difficult paradoxical-surprise endings. Bishop Jardine lost his inner truth and died a sad man – she loves him for that authenticity. He is loved for that reality. He is one of her inner voices.

This is an important insight with how we are in God, and how we are in our Teacher or Magid. I am loved as my teacher loves me; as my higher Self loves the vehicle along the path. And this is the way I should love – in the difficulties I imagine I and others have.

Tree of Advaita – jnana marga, the path of Wisdom

Kabbalah group notes – 30 October 2014

Who is the Watcher of my life? Go back in time to an early memory – who looked through my eyes? When did I first sense behind me, my Magid, my inner teacher? Keep this question open, because although we may seem to make a priori statements about “the watchers” or “the magidim” for convenience, the inner dialogue is a unique and open mystery to each one of us … when touching base with it. Through it is received the connection: the collective human eagle, seeing far and wide.

The magidim may not present words, they may present a symbol or shape or pattern of events in our life. Gina took a book to bed – the seductive intellectual language of a popular atheist undermining God; an enormous black bluebottle suddenly flew in and hit the page, startling her.

Our Guardians manifest in small doses of synchrony and are “visibly distressed” when a promising pilgrim gets caught up in lower-case politics. Some spiritual- journal entries by an old Indian friend were found, written in 1978 – since then, he became immersed in the Indian political game. The early notes brought tears to the old man’s eyes. Had he lived his life?

Try to perceive when the Voiceless Voice is shaking his/her head behind you or to one side, or withdrawing energy from your impulse. Keep hearing them silently. They know your destiny. They only intervene when they absolutely have to; and then you get three warnings.

Circle Line 1965

Each one of us is a fractal kaleidoscope, giving the childlike Holy One much pleasure.

On healing situations: a practitioner asks sometimes, Is anyone there? If there is, she stops what she’s doing, leaves the room, lets them get on with it.

Operating theatres are filled with the Watchers – those who gather at emergency, at birth and at death: those whose concern is with this human river of destiny.

Sacred India Tarot – Parvati waters trees

Discriminate the musical essence from the soul who creates it – discriminate the symphony from the conductor. Schumann said Schubert’s music cleanses and banishes evil. We have these two aspects in our Watchers, to discern – the soul’s essence evolving through light and shadow; and the guiding factor/dialogue with our Magid.

W spoke of portrait painting, and how the connection/contact between artist and sitter over real time and space speaks much more profoundly than a photo. This contact is heart to heart (a way of love).

Warnings cross your path – when Tom was in India, a big python glided by, as thick as a football; yet the person with him didn’t see it. Julia had a dream: should she take a certain path, or stay with Kabbalah? The dream was Chartres with all the seats turned to face the door, the Rose window. There sat a very old man – Melchisedek – and she melted into him. He said, keep the path Kabbalistically. All are one.

You can tell the quality of good or bad movies: likewise your inner guidance – its quiet calibre and commitment, rather than drama.

Confession by the fire – 1963

The language of visions and of dreams comes from the connective link, and when your path forks, note the atmosphere in the fork before you go down it too far.

Sense the Pre-sence of the Guides. Clarity is a breakthrough of Yetzirah into Beriah. In Mozart’s Magic Flute, water flows to the left and fire on the right, with the air we breathe … the flute … in the centre.

Praying for those who died in holocaust or violence, for their rest, we pause – a dark night of soul – a sadness. The inner Teacher helps us to raise the level. They indicate.

Evening in the Snowdon hut, 1964

A question was asked whether a Watcher or Magid can exist simultaneously incarnate (as an embodied pilgrim) and discarnate (as source of wisdom – like a lighthouse – to distant pilgrims).

The magidim are not angels, they are human – they are involved in the human condition which the angels cannot perceive. The angels have cosmic functions: the magidim are the clear dew of our human resonance above the clouds. They are discarnate in Yetzirah (the World of Formation) and they have a way of orchestrating omens. So look for the pattern of the omens, to see your magid.

On the tandem of magid and embodied soul: while we are discarnate, we can do and be the things in life which we cannot do or be in the physical body – where we have to buy a ticket to get from Finchley Road to Cockfosters. The magid doesn’t buy a ticket or travel – the magid unifies the two places, because the magid stands a little beyond space and time.

Astrology characteristics in our chart, build up an individuated picture over the lifetime.

Jacobs Ladder showing the Four Worlds in the interlocking Trees: Aziluth, Emanation (names of God); Beriah, Creation (Archangels and magidim); Yetzirah the Formative World (planets, magidim and the psyche) and Assiyah the Physical World (physical organs, the material universe.)

I do not see the Watcher as a linear fixture. I guess our Guardians and their quality, proliferate according to the level of third eye in the intelligent perception. Each Guardian is a member of their own School, each Guardian has his or her magid also; and when I lift above the waves, I should see through that face-cloud, receiving the quintessential One behind it – transparency on transparency. In spiritual lineages the features change but remain constant as the One. Our Guardians blend the bookends of our life together as a distinct and profound thought form; but we tread the mill. We walk their scented trail.

My basis for contemplation is the Tree, where these thoughts and ideas come naturally.

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The Miasms, Karma & Homeopathic Healing

Posted on October 13, 2012 by janeadamsart

The Fool in the flower

In my view, homeopathy is a philosophy, inseparable from a working knowledge of Karma: the Law of cyclic action and return. This Law works through the seasons, the centuries and our daily selves.

To understand homeopathy, we need to think outside the box of tick tock time and into Kairos, depth. The homeopathic principle is a mandala, All-Present.

In the “sixth sense” of his healing ministry, Jesus struck at the root of the miasms in his day. Homeopathic practitioners recognize these as conditions we inherit and build up by subconscious resonance. The law of action and rebound prevails through generations and through incarnations, and often baffles modern medics. A symptom may reflect in a polar-opposite way, a hidden previous life in the collective memory, which cannot be accounted for in the present one. Equally, an unexplained self-healing may occur from that source; or even from a green fig’s future ripeness.

“The Principles and Art of Cure by Homeopathy” by Herbert A Roberts, lists at least six principle miasms in our society:

psora – desire to live. Conditions such as psoriasis, overheated blood, adrenal rush and imbalance. This includes the opposite: inertia, depression, fatigue.

syphilitic – self destruct, around love, and destroying the capacity to love oneself. Addiction, boils, eruptions, eczema, bone degeneration.

psychosis/gonorrheal – split between head and heart, or I-ness and Am-ness: loggerheads, manias, mood swings.

tubercular – mother cow, milk, respiratory problems. Sacred cows and superstition. The relationship to our own mothers, the maternal principle and earth.

carcinoma – Alienation from the natural environment, and from parts of ourselves. Vulnerable to ancestral and system imbalances and their bankruptcy. In allopathic cancer treatment, one virus is set to combat the other virus: a mere exchange of hostilities.

immune deficiency – AIDS, ME. The planet ecology is compromised, which afflicts ourselves. Alienation from the natural order weakens the strain, and so does “genetic engineering” in the plant and animal kingdom.

Deliverance: JHShVH – “Jah Liberates”

When a schizophrenic splits apart, the aura opens for another energy to enter it.

When Jesus was at work in Galilee, the schizophrenia miasm was all over the place; but he as the Son of Man was more so. When he said “offer the other cheek” he taught a spiritual judo or martial art – let the miasm cast itself out by destabilizing it, as you – the personal ego – step aside. The power of the Logos “throws” an opponent over your shoulder through space and into perdition. The Name vibrated enough authority for his disciples to do the same. Extreme psychoses of the schizophrenia miasm – possessions, walk-ins, dibbuks and hysterias – were rampant in those times, as in ours – our fascination with sociopathic horror and the supernatural. Down the centuries, the Church as it gained power and wealth, did all it could to burn out and suppress them; the same dibbuks re-surface to this day, in more materialistic forms. Repression and cruelty fed them.

The homeopathic principle abides. We cannot “medicate” an invading force in any way reliably. But with the greater power which is Consciousness, we can turn to face its nature as it afflicts ourselves. It is like turning to face the wind. In the same manner, Jesus allowed the dibbuk to blow straight through him and out. The confrontation – in any difficult and painful detail of life – is aware. It changes the particles. The healer stands near, to hear. When we are by ourselves, and need inner strength, it is like standingunder the waterfall.

It is my observation – as I am not a practitioner – that the broad homeopathic principle runs through other forms of healing – Tao, ayurveda, acupuncture, dream-work, black box telepathy, counselling, ad infinitum.

Homeopathic healing comes under Solomon’s six petalled lily. “Similia similibus curantur” – by establishing an astral contact between the sufferer and the remedy, homeopathy treats a symptom with a dose of “what it is like“; for as above so below, the ascending and descending triangles reflect each other.

Our life’s molecular chemistry forms binaries and compounds – the notion of separateness. Atomic particles on the other hand, are “of the One”. They develop individual character when they clump by number into molecules. On the extended Tree of Life in Kabbalah practice, the atoms are Beriah (Creation) and the molecules are Yetzirah, entering forms.

For more information on the Four Worlds of Jacobs Ladder, see Halevi, Kabbalahsociety.

Homeopathy dilutes a poison until it is more “atomic” than “molecular”. From subatomic Oneness, the same poison becomes a remedy, whose pure potency drives out its own symptom in the physical world. Homeopathy addresses “the invisibles`’ and treats beyond the surface … the Face before we were born.

As in all forms of healing – including allopathic – the process is two-way. It works through a bond of trust between practitioner and patient, established subconsciously, and calling on the cosmic Will-to-good. All healers pick up the voltage of the Father or the Mother – a higher “divine” frequency. Jesus’s ministry amplified and earthed it: “Not I but my Father speaks through me. Go in peace, your faith has healed you.”

These words when I stop with them, are extraordinarily beautiful. They ring out here and now, as they did 2,000 years ago. A healer/therapist worth her salt, learns to discard the delusion that he or she is the doer.

polarity staff

The miasms are living installations in our general landscape. Holistic and conventional medicine each have strengths and limitations. They work best together by mutual referral, according to the case. Naturopathy and holistic medicine cannot perform surgery or cure a toothache, but it goes to the root, and can take a long time. Allopathic medicine and psychotherapy can successfully alleviate symptoms and establish a more hygienic life style, but do not reach the underlying causes for un-named grief and fear in the human race.

This drawing is titled “Baruch & Balthamos” after the angels in “His Dark Materials”, but is a copy from Botticelli’s painting of Christ being taken down from the Cross.

We each hold humanity’s entire history in our DNA, and may be susceptible to one or more of these collective conditions. The miasm underlies a host of symptoms and states – physical and psychological – of fatigue, unease and deprivation.

The contemporary AIDS miasm is immune deficiency. Not only ourselves individually, but the planet as a whole suffers a current decline of the immune shield. The holes that open in our “firewall” emphasize an increased vulnerability to anxieties and cancers of all kinds, and to illnesses relating to addiction. Cancers seem to thrive on a “voltage overload” between our subtle and physical sheaths – an input/output imbalance. Where neural transmission is poorly regulated through the energy field, an over-compensation or excess may build up: a culture for toxic dictatorship, as in the political sphere. It is no different from the economy and the banks. In the biosphere, our interaction with environment is under affliction; a collective anxiety and lack of strength. Each nation as a body suffers its own disability to regulate the economy concertedly.

At the same time, the condition is generational, part of an evolutionary curve. As seed to the ground, and chrysalis to butterfly, It is inevitable that for new growth to occur, older systems and their worldview break down. The new cannot be predicated from within the old ways of thinking. The homeopathic quantum is minute, being of the other dimension. As Consciousness, the tiniest portion is equal to the sum of the mass.

Madre de dios ’03

Reflecting on: “What am I here to heal, in myself? What have I taken on?” throws light on afflictions, emotional and physical, which otherwise make no sense, and helps to clear them. The miasms – the Karmas coming forth, collectively or individually – have one agenda: to become conscious, and find release. All the demons in the Yoga Vasishta ultimately become Divine. As Ramana Maharshi used to say: “It is its nature to come up.” So long as a condition or dis-ease remains unconscious, its pressure will recycle through the generations.

Karma means “action” – and action upon reaction. Each one of us has the capacity to act – to become more conscious and to hear ourselves, as we would a troubled friend. It is helpful to identify “where it hurts” close to home. Otherwise, we are magnetized to events “out there” which we have no power to alter, which deplete us; and avoid relationship.

“Avoiding relationship?” is a question Baba Free John used to ask himself, and it is a good one.

The following extracts are from my essay – “What is Karma?”. Broad principles pictured, can alter the mindset of a problem: the idea of gaining altitude. Our subconscious is stubborn against the wordy faith, but responds to images.

Child mother ’03

What is Karma? Why do we have acute pains of life?

The literal translation of Karma is “action”. Karma, the law of cause and effect, seeks equilibrium. We observe it throughout nature, in the weathers and elements, as well as experientially. To gain some insight, we need altitude. From inside the corner grocer shop, or The Vic in East Enders, I cannot see the city. As I rise higher, the street plan, the river, the Dome and a host of interconnected neighbourhoods come into perspective. Perceiving my life’s thread within that overview, I receive and hear likewise a brother or sister’s enigma, even a nation. Compassion encompasses our myrad lifetimes. It does not react from, attach to, or try to “fix it” until it has received sufficient information.

This takes time, as a fruit will ripen in due season. It takes time and space to truly love ourselves. To love another, gives space to allow them to be who they are. To love unconditionally is to receive his or her humanity fully – but with clarity, not as a doormat. “Keep practicing”. “Let go, let God.” Let the wheel turn unobstructedly.

Karma is the eco-system of the human psyche. It interlaces our soul Laws and social structure, like the web of root systems and nitrates throughout the biosphere. Collective racial Karmas have a distinct character, like a rock, a vineyard, or a wood of tall beech stems and connecting fibres. Tribal, ancestral and creative Karmas arise, settle, change and decay: as do Karmas of the workplace, of families working out patterns of abuse, and of towns. From an airplane we see the pattern of fields and cities move slowly past, and apprehend the actual stress of landing into life.

Mother & Child 1985

Karma is a force seeking consciousness. It has an urgency to transform – it is blind and tries to see. It repeats until a tendency is recognized, regenerated and freed. That means not acting from it, but “taking responsibility” for the way it feels – especially in our given relationships. The force of Karma moves through human rivers as the current, eroding the banks and creating whirlpools, rapids and still waters. The Tree of Life is just one of various working tools to reclaim the unconscious swamp, and heal the root miasms. It is for us, a universal challenge to inherit human awareness – “I am receiving the full dose of being abandoned or rejected or hurt, which I gave” – and to grow up: to forgive, and be forgiven.

Though we do not reincarnate as the same individual, the soul Law propels the recycling of a memory into renewed forms of expression.

The Theosophists’ theory of the human root races is based on the same general principle. A new “root race” is established in the decaying of the old. We can observe the evolutionary process anywhere in nature. The tree each spring puts out the same leaf, but different ones.

Yeshua ben Miriam

Collective and personal Karmas are a multidimensional web of cross-currents. Karma is an unbounded watery surface moved by the wind; the warp and weft from every direction. Some actions generate lifetimes of harmony; other wave-trains recreate havoc. The chaos seems eternal – thus the punitive old doctrines of Hell – but is temporal, a matter of voluntary adjustment from within. The key to Karma is transformation; for no act of cruelty can stand, if understood.

The woman mourning ’03

As we are pulled through aeons of fire, rock and ice, the divine atoms of our human birth awaken in the plane of Middle-Earth. Our evolution is in the marrow of our bones, and easily eludes analysis. There is a word for our entirety: ruach – the Divine breath, breathing us, en sof, without end.

From Manishya – on Being Human (2010) by J.Adams and P.Taylor

The Sun through water and fire: Photos of fish and volcanic landscape from pinknpurplelizard.com, article.wn.com & pocketburgers.com

Ibn Gabirol of Malaga – 11th century Kabbalist sage and poet

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Para-Olympus – Inspiring a Generation?

Posted on September 4, 2012 by janeadamsart

The opening Para-Olympic ceremony carried this quote from Shakespeare’s Tempest:

A most high miracle! 
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: 
I have cursed them without cause. 

Now all the blessings 
of a glad father compass thee about! 
Arise and say how thou cam'st here! 

O wonder! 
How many goodly creatures are there here! 
How beauteous mankind is!  O brave new world
that hath such people in't!

My friend Paul dropped in for a chat. He had Para-Olympic tickets over the weekend – they had seats next to the Flame! – Tom Heatherwick’s torch of time.

After world war II, a German Jew, Ludwig Guttmann arrived in England. He was “set up” to research paralysed soldiers at Stoke Mandeville hospital. They’d been shifted to the scrap heap, kept sedated and hidden away, frozen in their beds. Guttmann worked with these young men, aroused their fighting spirit, and founded the para-Olympic Games – his chutzpah cut through an English fog of stuffed-shirt medicine. Last week, Margaret Maughan, one of the first Stoke Mandeville medalists, lit the flame in London for the world.

And here is another torch! – Jacobs ladder, showing the Four Worlds.

Four dovetailing Trees of Life – as in Ezekiel’s vision of the Chariot – demonstrate the fundamental cosmic substance and its apparent division into the four great classifications: Fire, Air, Water, Earth.

So we reflected on our teacher in the Tree of Life – Halevi – whose same post-war chutzpah laid the foundation for the Worlds of Spirit, Creation, Formation and the Physical World on Jacobs Ladder – in the Toledo tradition. Halevi’s life long dedication to the School of the Soul – see The Path of a Kabbalist, published by Kabbalah Society 2009 – cuts through the old British inability to say what we feel – get to the essence.

The word Kabbalah means “receive” and also “the balance”.

And our friend Elisabeth Tomalin – Tom Heatherwick’s grandmother. She met Jung, studied Kabbalah, and pioneered an art therapy in Germany for the children of the nazis. She died this year age 99 (see the link in Tom’s Torch of Time, 18 July) : her prickly, passionate Jewish nature is chutzpah. That penetration to what needs to be felt, said and expressed – changing everyone’s way of seeing things – is never “Diplomatic”!

E.T.

When I took this photo in 2007, she had just moved into Otto Schiff House in Netherhall Gardens. Meeting Elisabeth was sometimes like talking to the whole century. She remained obstinately active – up and down the steep hill from Waitrose on her bandy legs, and across Finchley Road, tiny, elegant and imperious: puzzled to go on living when she was so old. Her passion was for the life of the soul. Her longing was for an intellectual connectivity, cosmic and humane, her natural element; but her aging vitality retreated from it as she waited and longed to die. Elisabeth, that torment was only temporary. Through your grandson and his dandelion light, and through your spirit, you are everywhere …

… a sound of one hand clapping!

How does a man or woman with withered legs fold and pack them into a racing chariot? Doesn’t it hurt? No – they are floppy appendages, they say there is no feeling. But every paralysed person surely lives with locked in pains, adrenalin rushes and phantom nerve endings.

The roar in the stadium is mind blowing. There is a strange deja vue: the ancient brutality of the Roman Colosseum inverts and uplifts now to a humane solidarity in Stratford. “It moves the Kundalini centre, the left pillar, root fire into materia – an energy release through solar plexus – the Mother country: ‘team GB’ – the huge cheer as well for the runner coming in last. Transcending nationalities of winners and losers, they applaud the courage: the first and the last.”

Equanimity: magnanimity – isn’t this a doorway to enlightenment? The para Olympic ceremony was called Enlightenment. Light penetrates the darkness. When the cauldron was lit, the audience sang “I am what I am”; some used sign language. Stephen Hawking said “Look up at the stars; try to make sense of what you see; be curious.”

Cyclists, limbless to one side, find ways to self-compensate towards their centre and their balance: runners without sight hold a string attached to the coach’s hand … the pain of hitting post or sandpit edge – the level of trust that is required. “You must jump out of your comfort zone to feel fully alive.” A long-jumper listens for the accoustic signal from the guide – when to take off into the dark! Blind footballers “hear” the ball which has bells in it. They all beat frustration, and broke the tape.

Found this column in the paper:

“Ian Dury had polio as a child. What you never saw on Top of the Pops was that every step Ian took was a struggle, and standing seemed to give him pain.

“I thought about Ian when they sang his song Spasticus Autisticus at the opening ceremony – about what a brilliant man he was, and how even those of us who knew him, never knew the battles that he fought every day. That song still makes me flinch. But I know that somewhere, Ian Dury is smiling.

“These Paralympics will not help disabled people who are currently having their benefits slashed. But they will educate all of us. And their greatest legacy will be in the hearts of children, able and disabled, who will live their lives in a better, kinder and more inclusive world than we did.

“Perhaps, as Oscar Pistorius suggests, in the future we will look beyond the individual stories. But it is hard to imagine that there will ever come a time when we are not humbled, moved and inspired by these incredible athletes.

“In the story of Martine Wright, who nearly died in the senseless mass slaughter of 7/7/05, we see a truth that we will always need to cling to.

“From hatred can come hope and love.

“From the pits of blackest despair some people have the raw courage to look up and see the light.

“From a body that is broken can come a spirit that refuses to be crushed.”

Tony Parsons, Daily Mirror 1 September 2012

An early figure, ja 1956

The Queen’s Diamond Jubilee this year honours one person’s public service and devotion. The Olympian Flame this year brings together around it, a global-collective service and devotion. This in principle prevails.

“People remember you not for what you say or do, but for how you make them feel.”

“The heart when deeply moved, likes a little ceremony.” What begins to move? What breaks the barrier? What inspires a generation?

What relegates sexism, racism, dogmatic religiosity and anti-disability to the dustbin of history?

Their courage moves through a collective cognition; pulling the threads together through the Dandelion of the Light. When I was small, I called them “brave golden clocks”.

Our national pain-body eases for a while, through the releasing effort of those athletes. There is pain at childbirth; then in the full push with Nature’s force – no pain. Pain is our everyday portion or condition of life – at ease with it, or in stress and resistance to it. Everything in nature is assymetric – a push towards growth. Pain appears to immobilize but in fact accelerates the soul. Somewhere deep down, we know this.

The mercury-hermetic archetype is a power of expression and of healing.

Hermes vision, 1992

The Para Olympians profoundly, progressively touch my own disabledness. I am physically strong, but I have all my life, a low pain threshold; emotional derangement and dysfunction, whenever hit by life, or anxious. Who can say if the pain of the psyche or of the body is greater? My pain relief – the pain of life – was, and is, creative – the pressure of itself to express and be born.

Cockerel & abandoned child ’87

These drawings when I did them, back in 1987, express every emotion in the book as I fell and flew through my barriers. They may refer to any form of disability, emotional, spiritual or physical – the jagged reality of being this, and the discovery to move and to flow through it; and they need no other story.

The piano keys are grapes ’87

Right hand metatarsal, ’87. Try easing an ache by letting it draw and open the picture of itself from within. It is almost acupunctural. It is certainly homeopathic. Some of these “draws” were to help me play the piano. I learned the Cesar Franck violin sonata piano part – a technical colossus far beyond my means, and hauntingly beautiful; but I learned it note by note over about six months, and played it with my friend Fred Barschak at a small concours in Paris. He knew one of the judges, so we got a silver medal for trying. But we really did try, and we loved it, and it was an extraordinary adventure. This happened just before my visit to Vera and John Moore that summer – (see my post “A Woman playing a Piano and a Child of Art” 27 August)

Line-dance

Dancers

being? … not conventional lookalike, what ever ’87

Stop! you’re going too fast ’87

That is a Buddha wheel

Tree trunk – play the piano again, from the root ’87

Sphinx 1 ’87

and here is an interesting link … http://aryayogi.wordpress.com/2012/09/01/rohit-arya-on-kundalini-rising-the-android-helix-of-dominic-elvin/

Continue … :

notes and keyboard touch

Relay: centaur, athene and child – as in “Tom’s Torch of Time”

Sense of touch, the place of meeting ’87

We may have areas which cannot feel; but we can find the ones that do, and build the neural pathways from there, back and back into the limbs.

Key ’87

One might be blind or deaf, or simply stretching the antennae or rehabilitating. I drew SLOWLY, moving the whole arm, receivingly; so I was physically connected, as I found and followed my natural rhythm. It is a Yoga. This principle is invaluable for anyone who is restricted, and seeks expression; and I am certain it opens the ducts of healing. The line … I do not know where it may go. It is open ended and no copycat. It is true.