What is a School of the Soul?

What is a school of the soul?

A school is a training ground. A soul is a story within stories of life.

This post is based on my notes during a Kabbalah group meeting.

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Tree of school of the soul, by Halevi

Tree of school of the soul, by Halevi

I think a school of the soul is a disciplined environment whose collective string is tuned by agreement to a subtle or divine frequency. It is like an orchestra.  In practice, a school may have a practical, a ceremonial or a contemplative bias.   Kabbalahsociety is a contemplative group.  We do field work, and  we meet regularly for an exchange of anecdotes, humour, and observation.  We observe human geology, political tensions and our tidal process, and refer these phenomena to the Tree of Life. The tutor’s skill keeps a tight ship – a light touch on the tiller.

ship anchor Emblem Praenesis

Some of us received an early training in schools which developed issues of power and property and went wrong.  Through this, our unconscious projections were exposed:  there are no accidents in the work.  The initial discipline planted a good experiential framework in the side pillars.  Nothing is wasted.

The basic requirements of a school of the soul are simple: a place and time for meeting;  an invocation to open and close the Tree:  harmony in the working group.  We are courteous, speaking when our turn is given, and not to argue a position. Companions come and go, they are not coerced.   The laws of Providence regulate our attendance and individual contribution – as any wise tutor recognises.

Some schools get corrupted by the perennial human weakness for power, sex and money at the top. A regime of fear percolates down a hierarchy whose arteries harden and block the outlet.  In fact, it may be our fate to confront thus, our private tyrannies, and so these opportunities were given.  They became converted to an inner discipline, so that we may bond with kindred spirits.

Out of many thousands among men,
one may endeavor for perfection,
and of those who have achieved perfection,
hardly one knows Me in truth.

Bhagavad Gita, chapter 7

angel sieves wheat from chaff Emblem 8

What is the percentage in the world, of those in the Work?  It boils down to about 6,000 committed souls world wide – a homeopathic potency across the human grain.

In some societies, much energy goes into property maintenance, publicity and funding;  the real schools where real work is being done, are rare.  They operate within a different radar.

The Kabbalahsociety emphasises transparency, personal discipline and maturity – a ripening process over the decades. The side  pillars of Revelation and Reason are balanced through the the centre KAV or stem of Jacobs’ Ladder.  Levels of soul and spirit are discriminated through this tool, a barometer of the world – a staff of light.

Jacobs Ladder, by Halevi

Jacobs Ladder, by Halevi

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Menorah Seven and Three

Menorah Seven and Three

The key is the Menorah.

As individuals, we are each a school of the soul in bud, with our teaching input, our relationships, personal vision, wisdom and responsibility in the world, to keep practicing.

Menorah, rose & candle

Melchisedek became Enoch, and was released from the frame of human time. He walked with God, and he was not:  for God took him. The commands  – do not steal, do not adulterate – are foundational.  We learn to recognise daily the vegetable, animal and human principles and character around us. If our conduct is correct we are living the Kabbalah, and we start to see the Principles at work.

It is good to talk of a school of a soul, and to recall that my private life is a school of the soul, in microcosm. As the path clears some way through Karmic road works, cones and bypasses, it flows.   I flow.  Rules may be enacted, but the Law is discovered through lived experience.  Before the Emperors came to power, the Romans had begun to build Greek principles of democratic government into a forum.

A flexible seeing psychology is a forum:  a capacity for examination and a socratic inner questioning.

bitter sweet Emblem 5

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The Holy One generates through all our cosmic history, through tsim-tsum and the glory of the worlds and each “moment now” of the ‘big bang’, a potential towards wholeness and healing, which is perfection. From a tiny apple pip grows a TREE.

Since ever the book of time opened, the tsim tsum – breath of the Holy One – creates an interval for manifestation – the asymmetry or stress, by which we live and desire and grow. A rainbow’s perfect circle through fire and dew in the physical world is bound to fade and vanish.  Planetary and galactic orbits are elliptical, and so is the egg and the tiny seed:  the ellipse is our sustenance.  In embryo and cellular multiplication, in spiral plant growth, in the animal kingdom and in all human difficulty, the ellipse prevails, as evolution.

Justice is the curve of evolution.

Like a pendulum, the dynamic through the Tree and in our lives moves towards a greater manifestation of the whole; the divine Platonic Circle is  seeded in our soul. From within every spiritual tradition and cosmology, the Holy One “enjoys the interplay”. We say, “This is Hell, but it is interesting” – as psychological crises prompt awakening through black eyes, broken noses, religious intolerance, greed and climate change.

Wood bird yantra

Wood bird yantra

We had a group discussion on philanthropic millionaires who can give money intelligently where governments cannot – Bill Gates is informed enough to drop ten million quid in the right place. Wealthy students support the teacher. Youngsters and lottery winners are ruined by the pests of unearned wealth.  The general election rises and falls on the pendulum.

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We show on our walls, the professional tools of our trade – like a plumber’s certificates – to reassure customers or seekers. A portrait artist can reveal beyond any photo,  a  sitter’s private trust and humanity. In the midst of life, I value my tutor’s integrity and personal quirks and enclosures. He is “elliptical” – a growing-towards – just as I am. Along the Fourth Way (Ouspensky) we come into the School and move into solitude, or move from solitude into the School –  the movement, bridges the inner and outer worlds. Nothing is wasted.

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young nymph, 1957

young nymph, 1957

This poem plays with planetary Sefiroth in Plato’s cave:

Chess Cabale (2004)

“Who sports in the Self” is no one person,
but feeling a greater Circle arise
around a candle flame;

and within each smaller Circle –
“gathered here
are Companions of the Light.”

Here are the dreaming Moon and Mercurious child:
Aphrodite, blacksmith’s wife, disarms her warrior Ares;
great Zeus of mercy and thunderbolts, leaps with his entire Olympiad
from Chronos’ tight bowel, measure of time and mind;
while Wisdom, magus of stars
touches the daisies …

Circling the Sun, the Wanderers pass
as shadows through my cave.
Watching nature’s fiery hieroglyph
upon platonic walls, I love
my pageant – knights and damsels wrestling
dragons … eros.

Companions of the Light form a Circle, times a circle.
Companions of the Knight mounting trusty Cabale
square the Circle, speed of light.

When first shown the Tree,
I held not yet my life.

young Theseus

young Theseus 1957

No more could brave Theseus lift his heavy stone
to find his father underneath,
till he’d wrestled three good years
and more.

Through negative film,
our faces appear distorted,
lantern raised a little only,
above the trail.

From the forest cave
with birds’ throat at break of dawn,
the Knight of holy Graal
riding Cabale with questing sword
squares his circle onward, inward –
grace, restraint –
by lions’ strength, beholding beauty.

The Masters’ Eye, 1992, 2004

 

talking

talking, 1957

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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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Along the Lane

When I go for walks or bike rides, I absorb landscape patterns, contours and fields, whose small events inform my life as vividlly as any book.

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My bike accident was a spiritual teacher.  It happened HERE, where the lower map ends and the next one begins. At this exact spot, Oakridge Lane becomes a dirt track, if you look just to the left of the figure 15.  See my earlier post on the subject.  I felt a need to continue my journey that had “fallen off the map” – which is what this post is about.

map 1

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First – a preamble.  What is the strength of the soul?

25 June 2013

Strength is supple and able to bend in most directions.   Isn’t that interesting?   Strength is regarded as hard muscles, force, rigidity bearing great weights and pressure – but it ISN’T!   It is fluid, soft.   This fluidity enables my “physical strength” to carry things.   If there is fluidity, the muscles naturally coordinate and run the task among themselves.  That is the principle.   It is the way the stones for Stonehenge and the Pyramids were carried – as on a river.

Struggling along at home with the Cube (i.e. last week) – after stitching in two 24-inch zippers, am now starting to sew the squares of coloured cotton together.   There isn’t a lot of strength for this.   The same principle applies to mental, psychological, emotional strength.

In 1974, 124 greencroft gardens

There was a Kabbalah meditation last night, at Susan’s place.  We visited our Room of the Soul in the House of the Psyche.  Afterwards, we stepped out into her mysterious long garden with its small round lawn, stepping stone path and tall shaggy trees, to sip the wine.  Once upon a time, I lived in the house next door, on the first floor.  I looked up at the big bay window … from which I used to watch Susan’s garden as it then was:  no trees, the ground picked bare by Imre’s hens and his kids.  That first-floor window was my Room of the Soul in the 1970s.  I lived there for six years. It is where  all the dreams – the raw material for my Watershed Tales – were written down.

Life there was very dark, intense and very full of light;  it was a beautiful big room with a grey carpet and a view over the gardens;  I danced, and my daughter was born.   It is amazing to see that place now, and connect.   There is no time.   An unknown soul now has that space.  Yet I am there.

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I had a chat with our teacher about my Capricornian accident two weeks back – banging my knee of course.  I have decided to ride back to the scene, and walk the Bike through it and onward, like one of our Meditations.    The idea of What was it stopping?  What is it telling you?   Watch carefully.   A fall like that is like breaking a veil.

This morning I asked the Tarot for a picture.   The card which came up, is 4, The Emperor – Aries – a Red one, and its faculty is Seeing – the hebrew letter HEH.   I didn’t see the sand and gravel on the road till too late – obviously – but now I must, and go carefully.    The one to the right is The Devil – the “intelligence of limitation and Mirth”; the physical Eye, hebrew letter AYIN.   The one to the left is the Priestess – THE VEIL ! – my deep blue subconscious river that was so rudely crashed into.

Tarot oracle 25.6.2013

Tarot oracle 25.6.2013

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The ride back to the scene, was in beautiful sunshine, up the Watling road which has a tree-lined cycle path and soars away from London.   Later, I skirted a big birdlife sanctuary and reservoir, on the way to the villages.  Above Elstree airfield, a few small private planes droned in sleepy circles. I arrived at last – a bit nervous – to The Spot where I bumped into the light.  It is just to the northeast of Blackbirds Farm.  As it has rained, the dust is now packed solid and trucks have driven over it – big ruts and scattered small gravel.

I stayed there for a while. There is a hay-meadow to the right, fringed with woodland, and to the left, a track leads to the sewage farm.  The spot is just past where the map ends and the next map begins.  The countryside from here, turns deeply rural.  I pushed Bike up the continuing lane.  The tempo slowed to the 1950s;   wild flowers, sunshine, cool birdsong in the  oaks.  S m i l e .  Being so soft is strength – not hardness.  The earthy lane wanders down into a hollow, then up again, then joins up to another old tunnel I know, between the Hill Farm and the Roman A-road north of Radlett.   Buttercups and frisky horses, a little hidden stream and the smell of cow-pats …  I emerged from the tunnel of very old dignified oaks.   Time had stopped.

I fell off my bike last month, because I was going too fast.   The tempi collided.

I did a good circuit – Drop Lane, along the Verulam-Colney River – quiet brown flowing serpent – around to School Lane through the witchy Bricket Wood, then down a leafy footpath under the motorway and into Watford.   Found my way through urban spaghetti and factories, back onto the Watling main-road, just north of the point where I had turned off.   And back to Stanmore;  and then a train, to join R for lunch in Kilburn.

The clarity of the quiet flowing serpent was forgotten.  The past is painful.  Then who should potter along and catch a bus at the other side of the road, but a certain funny old man in his hat … a keen eye for things, but rather deaf.

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What is the essence of a situation – any?   To be still and let it be itself.   Any enforcement with or against it, becomes RESENTMENT.

It is where my esoteric and ancient occult insights and all my learnings, let me down completely – as would any conditioning or vehicle for life.   It is where I fall off my map, and am battered and damaged, this is a place whereof I cannot speak, because it involves others, and is confidential.   There is integrity and love, the honesty in common, but not in a way which I can easily share, or express myself in.

The essence is – there is nothing to be, do, or say.  So try to companion the fact with peace.  I did notice yesterday, that I become less agitated.  The guilt and fix-it struggle is weaker, much weaker.   It is in the past, now.   I could not see through windscreen wipers.  When it flows itself, the words and frameworks all vanish.   But at the time, I forget, or do not manage to remember this fully, and the nonsense goes on.

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Happy woman driving in 1964

Happy woman driving in 1964

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Poor humans!   Only very slowly does it ease.   ACCEPTANCE.  There is a slower tempo.  I wish to adjust mine accordingly so I can perceive and befriend it – like stopping the speed bike and walking and seeing nature.

For instance:  R said she begins to find that Thoughts are a bad hand, and the inner Sceptic is no help, and isn’t telling the truth.  Begin to chill out more.   We are – we have the fact on our plate, like a cold chicken.   The cataclysms which depression generates,  engrave our life.  Like the sun, they plough the field and one day stand as wheat, golden ripe.

I perceive my parental essences, their creativity;   and by contrast, R’s parental essences, their burden.  It is difficult to live creatively, without a view of ‘the bigger picture’ or map, where everything connects.   And yet what help is my “knowledge”, to her?   Just different rooms for delusion!!   The esoteric viewpoint, and its practice, make me more arrogant and anxious.   Yes.

jacobs ladder with Yetzirah queen scale

Sorrow, and no drama.   No words for this;  just ride or walk it along the lane.  So this is Kabbalah.  This is the soul triad on the Tree, with its intense light and shade, and the rough stony path, and the softness with the trees and flowers;  knowledge that strength and power is soft – the silence of the cool river as it slides along its earthy bed.   Nature’s tender force shapes twisted roots, tree-bark and summer-droop branches through un-numbered seasons.   So it is in life, and is the only way to navigate.   My body is soft and ageless when the bones and joints move with sensibility and the breath, enjoy the rotation in the hip when pedalling, and so on.   Recalling this for at least a while, each day.   Life and friendships tend to follow and enhance the body’s way of doing and being …  after a time.

Respect and value another soul’s inclination to solitude and hard graft in this life time – the difficulty of reaching out:   negotiating false persuasions that nobody cares or wants to know.   In all ways, we contact our Self, and discover what is real.

So what did I see, on my ride across the squares?  My inner eye has instantly the truck and the RED post office van (rather old fashioned) which popped out of a dirt-road left turning, and waved to me merrily – I just arrived, and look funny there, with my bike – the place is quite busy, I hear the sounds of work and tractors, unlike the evening quiet when the accident happened.

It’s about 11.30 or midday I suppose.   To the left are local waste-management services:   to the right, an open field of warm grass in the breeze.   Onward, a path up a small hill and then along an old, shady, unmetalled lane:   the soft and timeless power of gnarled roots – the tall oak trees.   I walk along the edge between worlds.   The ride into the next landscape “square” was joyful, picturesque and countrified:  so was the Ver Colne serpent water, and meeting the end-threads of my many walks in that region: and riding around the back of the beautiful Munden estate, through faery forests

It all says, “Look where you are going.  Here is the Emperor in his red van:  the cool Priestess with her buds unveiled;  and the Devil who gets cross with Niggles.”

Don’t be tempted or urged to confront stuff directly.   It doesn’t work, it just collides and turns to lies.   Be extremely watchful of the temptation when it arises, with those whom I care about.  Avoid Karma … and embrace relationship.

I cannot be other than I am.   I desire to see OBJECTIVELY without windscreen wipers.   Inner sight emerges from and after the process.  The processing is just a fishing line dangled in the deep – the bait.   Life is a bait on the hook.   The SEEING is from the other dimension, the bigger picture;  and it heals.   A bigger picture for instance, is a cluster of fields and a crossroads in it, and when I home in with magnifying glass, there’s this tiny figure who falls and gets hurt, and then picks herself up and continues along the way.   I am inside her speck, and also outside, as my visual frame is the wide blue all embracing yet boundless horizon – no spectacles.  I am the eagle and the worm:  the seagull and the fish.   Life on the ground is a rough, stony business;  most often magical as the light comes through the trees and the wind stirs the grass.

I saw some deep violet daisies.  They shone.  Keep that sense of touch open – all the senses.   Hearing, smell, sight …

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This photo was taken in 1968 - my first bike.  He was called Black Colin.  I rode him all over the Quantock and Brendon Hills and lived my map.  My mother and I were reminiscing about him last week, as he was her bike during the war, and she rode him from Edinburgh to Inverness.  He was an old Raleigh, and very strong.

This photo was taken in about 1968 – my first bike. He was called Black Colin. I rode him all over the Quantock and Brendon Hills – an early soul map.   My mother and I were reminiscing about him last week, as he was her bike during the war, and she rode him from Edinburgh to Inverness. He was an old Raleigh, and very strong.

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

The Chakras Part 2 – the Mountains

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3 Granthis on Everest!  Photo by F S Smythe, 1930s

3 Granthis on Everest! Photo by F S Smythe, 1930s

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This post suggests walking the Tree of Life through the Himalayan range! – to re-state the themes of the journey.

Chakras on the Tree of Life

Chakras on the Tree of Life

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The Granthi Knots

Definition by Ernest Wood:  “There are three granthis:  in the basal/muladhara, the heart(anahata) and the eye-brow/ajna Chakras.   It is explained that Kundalini has to break through these knots in the course of her journey up the spine.  The first is called the knot of Brahma, the second that of Vishnu, the third that of Siva.  Human consciousness goes through (these) three states before reaching perfect union with its own true Self, or abolition of bondage.”  

The trimurti Brahma Vishnu Siva are “Creator, Sustainer, Destroyer”.   The One Immanent Reality (equivalent to Y – H V H in our tradition [jhvh, jahveh]) is Brahman, the Self, transcending all three.  Once again in the greater Mysteries, we find the divine Thread – a Tetrahedral sacred geometry:  3 with the emerging One within – a 4th.

soul tetrahedrons

soul tetrahedrons

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Here is a page from “Manishya – On Being Human” by myself and Actaeon, in 2004:

THE KNIGHT (male) journeys through the mandala of the Rose (female).  The Knight and the Rose  symbolise our learning process from childhood.  The child’s task throughout life, is to reconcile and honour his or her interior parents – 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 belief systems – rigidities of indoctrination. Devouring their own tail, they reinforce a closed circuit of births or reactive patterns of behaviour.  Hod repeats the Netzachian pulse, fuelled by Yesod the personal ego: a triad of feeling – the habit pattern.

Arcana - ourobouros

In alchemy, we try to walk contra the way of the world.  Rather than run with life’s pressure, we turn to face it.  The arrow put into reverse, flies “upside down” into the heart of Dante’s Rose of paradise.  Our attachments to “life-and-death” matters begin to drop away.  They fall out of the pockets of that powerful tarot symbol, the Hanging Man – the path of MEM.  This Hebrew letter means 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 Hanging Man is a pendulum at rest.

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Arcanum 12 - Hanging Man

Arcanum 12 – Hanging Man

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The personal becoming transpersonal, moves deeper into the Tree.  We reach our own interior crossroads, where the granthi of our genetic, karmic and spiritual tendencies were knotted.

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Tree of Life with three Granthi Knots

Tree of Life with three Granthi Knots

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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 Shakti – has to break through these knots in the course of her journey up the spine, and free their energy potential.

Brahma granthi (Sacred india Tarot)

Brahma granthi (Sacred india Tarot) – Vishnu lies asleep on the serpent, and dreams him on his lotus, umbilically.

In the mythos, the first is sometimes called the knot of Brahma (creator), the second is that of Vishnu (sustainer), the third is Rudra/Siva (destroyer).  We may detect, become aware and release the bonds of life.  We inherit the Conscious seed – our second birth.

Siva/Rudra granthi (sacred india Tarot)

Siva/Rudra Granthi (sacred india Tarot) – serpent power liberated

Vishnu Granthi (Sacred India Tarot)

Vishnu Granthi (Sacred India Tarot) – serpent power contained.

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Human consciousness reaches union with its own true Self, through these three levels.  The first concerns personality, ancestral and genetic codes.  The second addresses issues still deeply engraved in the Soul Law from previous lives, which await resolution.  At the third (beyond the mind), time and space dissolve, and grace prevails.  The points of tension or conflict, seek resolution.

near Tibet - photo by Ashvin Mehta, Encounters with Eternity 1985

near Tibet – photo by Ashvin Mehta, Encounters with Eternity 1985

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In the Tree’s Lower Face, the cutting of the first granthi  of Yesod to Tifareth, across the Hod-Netzach “Red Sea”, frees the heart from ancestral ties or relationships which bind.

Clip from Jacobs Ladder, showing the Tree of the psyche (planets) interlocking the Tree of the body (Cha

Clip from Jacobs Ladder, showing the Tree of the psyche (planets) interlocking the Tree of the body (Chakras).  The psychological Tree of Formation is planted in the body Tree’s Tifareth, at “ground level”.  The first granthi (ancestral) is below the ground level.  The second granthi is above it, at Tifareth, Gevurah, Netzach, where the Trees of Formation and Substance interlock.   The soul matures.  At the third granthi – in the Great Triad of Tifareth, Binah, Hokhmah –  the Creational archetypes interlock with the Tree of Formation.

I need to refresh and clarify the detail for myself.  This diagram also has the general idea:

Jacobs Ladder - interlocking worlds

Jacobs Ladder – interlocking worlds:  11 circles  (see previous post)

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After we have lived and worked along the paths forming the Soul cup, we start to comprehend 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 profound Karmic issues adhere, releases a potential to receive the Cup of divine grace:  Tifareth, Binah, Hokhmah … Kether.  Conditioned tensions in the Tree’s Lower Face melt away, as our centre of gravity shifts to the heart.

So we cross the Abyss “beneath the Angels’ Wings”.  As we travel the mountain passes, 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” .

Photo taken from FS Smythe's highest point on Everest, 1933

Photo taken from FS Smythe’s highest point on Everest, 1933

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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 understand and break the deep, ingrained Soul patterns of victim, persecutor, rescuer.  Obscuring consciousness (Tifareth), truth (Gevurah) and love (Hesed), these lay embedded for lifetimes to resolve.

Terrace farm in Ranihet by sranjan, trekearth.com

Terrace farm in Ranihet by sranjan, trekearth.com

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flow of stone, Encounters with Eternity 1985

flow of stone, Encounters with Eternity 1985

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Gevurah and Hesed in the Soul triad, are 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, embodying a bundle of soul memory, the personal “I” – Yesod – takes shape.  The soul Law breathes into our ear a Word – the essence of our quest for this lifetime.  As we are born again and pick up this live vibration, we treasure in ourselves, our parents’ 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.  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.   Reaching the core of my soul Law  “that I am“,  she moves and flowers through all my seemingly separate births, linking and drawing them together by soul osmosis … upward and across the pattern.

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 onlooker from outside Earth, may witness the flow of renewed life over the continents, as a quiver of springtime’s emerald ray.  A soul’s release into Spirit from Tifareth, begins to nourish humanity.

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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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14 moonrise

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The Journey to Badrinath

GALLERY – I have not been to Badrinath.  These photos were taken by Actaeon, many years ago.  The pilgrim chant through the watershed is Lakshmi Narayana, Badri Narayana – the seed (Badri) which Lakshmi gave to Vishnu. 

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This is how I imagine the journey:

The Blue Ones – consider the throat chakra in the rainbow scheme – they speak.  The speaker.  The transmission.   Imagining it at this moment, as a flow of jewels in the air – the ageless teaching, the wisdom, ever fresh and beautiful – the river flowing from the source, the voice …  I find myself at a meeting point of Siva and Vishnu, hence the over-abundance of river valleys in this region.   Around Badrinath they abound.   Vishnu is Lord here, and he is blue.   Siva did something rather like RAHU.  When the gods were churning nectar with Mount Meru as the stick, they churned up all the poisons too.   Siva drank up all the poisons and held them in his yogic Throat where they turned pure peacock-blue – Vishnu’s colour:  stability, Sustainer.

In such a tale, the gods are not differentiated, they are Brahman the One, in his flow of aspects.

Rahu when he was an ordinary asura, crept in on the gods when they were feasting on their own immortality, and took a sip.   One of the Vishnu(?) gods saw him, and cut off the head and mouth which had tasted.  The elixir would rove for ever more, unsated, energising humans to bite off more than we can chew.

Siva when the gods got into trouble with their self indulgence, also came and sipped and drank, but as a Deliverer.   As a Yogi, he held it in his throat without swallowing, and transmuted the toxicity.  He turned it into brilliant blue sky.   Siva is alchemical.

Nilakantha by moonlight, photo by F S Smythe 1935 - blue in Siva's throat

Nilakantha by moonlight, photo by F S Smythe 1935 – blue in Siva’s throat

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So here are Siva and Rahu, both with the Taste of Elixir.    Here are Siva and Vishnu in the high Ganga tributaries;  and here is Creator Brahma dreaming it all.  I can only imagine their places of worship and pilgrimage among those arduous communicating valleys and snowy passes.  I imagine being among their mountains and hearing their song, the melted glaciers rushing through the little towns.   I sense their altars, and the pilgrims who have trudged this far, and are content.   I hear the chanting and the ancestral release.  I can smell the dhoop and yak dung, and put down my heavy load:  the air of high altitude, biting fresh, and in the hidden distance, Kailas.   You know, you cross the highest watershed, and still ahead of you, remote in Tibetan brownlands, awaits the culminating peak:  and the lake of lakes, in which to bathe.

Nilgiri Parbat, photo by Frank Smythe

Nilgiri Parbat, photo by Frank Smythe

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I might not be able to travel to Badrinath physically in this lifetime, but it is in my soul.

I hear the ancestral song.  You know, our ancestors and past loved-ones, are buried in our personal graveyards, the ones we carry around on our backs.   We are walking graveyards!   Siva dances in graveyards.  And when we arrive up here, we let go of our walking dead, clean and noble.   We cut the “granthi knot”.  We release our personal micro-cosmos to the Self:  the godcosm.

And then we return to the plains, having honoured them, and life goes on.

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Chalice and Blade

Chalice and Blade

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This is from a collection of photographs of a journey to Kailas.  Glimpses of Siva and Parvati abound:  their marital home was on Kailas.

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Photos copyright Rommel and Sadhana Varma 1985

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I found this photo of Kailas in Tom's blog The Sun Hermit, of poetry and observations

GLIMPSE OF KAILAS – I found this wonderful photo in Tom’s blog The Sun Hermit, of poetry and observations.  Under it is his poem The Mountain without Valleys – a beautiful tale.

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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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Some More Trees of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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