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Tarot Keys Tower, Star and Moon, representing the paths on the Tree which converge on Netzach
These three Tarots tell me a story: the cracking of the seedcase, the watering of the shoot, the evolutionary journey to ripen. When the Tower falls, it reveals its inversion, a well.
I was thinking along the archetypal lines of 2016, 2017 … and today brought a link to a colour meditation on the same theme, which feels timely:
http://colourconscious.com/aura-soma/2017-a-year-for-the-star/ … “By listening to our star and living our truth we take responsibility for the only part that is truly in our hands …” (Dominic Yeoman)
The ‘Philosophus’ chapter in Paul Foster Case’s The True and Invisible Rosicrucian Order offers 6 keys for lovers of wisdom to contemplate further: Death, Star, Chariot … Temperance, World, Sun children.
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Sextet arrangement: tarot philosophus 7.1.17
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Arranged here in a six pointed star – the Seal of Solomon – is a visual analogy that natural man is the seed-case of the spiritual man. I’m a dull stick these days. “Philosophus” means cultivating clarity, and the word is derived from Philo Sofia – lover of wisdom … “who might be compared to a man who has learned to read the architect’s plans. The house is yet to build.”
What is clarity? Clarity is a process of alignment, perhaps a desire to contribute to a positive humanity, a collective Lighthouse.
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Lighthouse by my brother Simon, circa 1965
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This morning I seemed to be mouldering in a puddle – recovering from seasonal flu. Then I thought of the Lighthouse: a reflective focus. Its shaft, its beam, penetrates the ocean depth and crosses the sea. If I focus on that and give it time, my thought moves from fog into ‘precision tools’, into the quickening of community. As I open into interior silence, I wait: have faith: give it space. The lenses above and below, converge.
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The lighthouse shaft underwater, releases a flow of strength. Pictures are resurrected, taking on vibrance and meaning. “May God be resurrected and his foes perish … (Psalms). As wax melts before the flame, as smoke is driven by the wind …”
RESURRECT … and my dark sloth slithers off the branch. There is a golden sound now in the Archangel pouring quintessential water and fire onto muddy Leo and Scorpio creatures … beneath the shadow of his iridescent wings and rainbow … dipping his toe in the bottomless brook: “Guidance is not a mere article of faith. It is a matter of daily personal experience.”
When it connects, it feels like scales dropping off as the Sun dawns. There is a beautiful enigma with the androgyne who dances within the laurel of the World, and with the Children in their field: they sparkle through the dew. The smiling sunflowers all (except one – ) turn their faces to the children – the Seed of the Sun. One sunflower-head watches the Sun, for form’s sake. The childrens’ whole sexuality is in bud. My fields are irrigated with the golden flow of their joy. The world is darkened, but so is the closed interior of the unbroken seed. The seed breaks into halves and into children.
In a nutshell, duties to life and community are perceived in a flash, which take time, labour and obscurity to realise.
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The dawn comes. I have to approach it again and again and again. To repeat by turning back the page to see what I wrote before – or what anyone else wrote – is not sufficient. The key is turned afresh, to enlighten. I have no illusions the enlightenment will last but it doesn’t matter: it will come again. The Oracle never clones itself.
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Child and Grandmother, 2016
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The other 3 Keys (in the sextet above, in this post) are Death, the Star and the Chariot. Death scythes the fertile ground. The Star waters it. The Chariot stands like a hyacinth or … a lighthouse with its keeper inside.
Go into the lamp room with its lenses and reflectors. It is simple. Light a candle, light my fire and let it travel across the sea. Light it with a match or knock a spark from two flints. The spark is within the stone (I wrote snow), like the flame within the wood, the cream within milk, the Upanishad. The spark is Netzach on the Tree, the mating game … only connect.
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Netzach, Hod, Temperance on the Tree
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In the hells on earth, there are gleams here and there, which give an individual some strength to carry his child or to care for another; persons leave their homes and go out into the thick of it. The manna is directed into the core of Hope in the human seed.
What is the Star of Hope? Hope is not an abstract. Hope is the capacity to transfigure a dark situation into a light one. Hope illumines the dark and turgid, and dispels hatred and fear. One moment I am dead. The next moment I am alive and kicking. This is Hope.
This is what is meant by the Star … the star the Magi followed. Hope is an irrigation, converting desert into orchard and oasis. It can begin nowhere else but here.
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Elisa & Mary in Iona – 2016
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