2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. ~ genesis.
6th woodcut from the series in Basil Valentine’s Azoth
The paintings below by Albrecht Durer can assist us to understand the esoteric importance of the planet Saturn. Saturn’s influence on us. “They all incorporate the symbols of Saturn to communicate a basic teaching.” I invite you to dwell upon these images and pine the importance of inward growth especially those who ponder in the world of melancholia.
“Melancholy fury” stimulated the three highest human faculties : intellect, reasoning, and imagination” His observation was that a higher consciousness emerges from darkness.”[ Cornelius Agrippa of Nesheim 1509, from De Occulta Philosophia ]
“The old man has transformed his gloomy cell into an earthy paradise with LIGHT streaming through the windows… his writings emphasize industry and resolve rather than despondency…”
“The knight riding on with a sense of purpose…”
Quotes taken from The Saturn Pluto Phenomenon by Joy Michand & Karen Hilverson Pages 3 and four.
A layperson’s study of William Blake and other reflections….
The darkness of our world
Is not knowing and understanding;
Light can only come, when we
Make it our business to find it.
Socrates ca. 470-399 B.C.
As Virgil says “Astraea returns, returns old Saturn’s reign” maybe she does. Like a spiral the same and something different. The continuity of the stars and planets in the cosmos reflect in our watery psyche. If we become aware of this, possible, hopefully and surely, the two circles of psyche and cosmos meet within us. We will find the bright star there.
That is why I love William Blake because he defines “universal humanity.”
“In his late works , he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen in to deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”
~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.
“To heal Albion and reunite the “Eternal Great Human Divine.”
“A vision of the Last Judgement (pg. 434) “It is an endeavor to restore what the ancients call the Golden Age.”
Io: Leaping in torments of hunger I come
With a furious rush, the victim
Of the cunning and jealousy of Hera
Suffers what I suffer?
~But mark out clearly
The Fate that will be mine in time
To come; what remedy, what medicine for ill?
Tell me, if you know them:
Speak to the virgin who wanders in misery?
~ Prometheus Bound: 600 ~ Aeschylus
“According to a legend preserved in Aeschylus’s Prometheus Bound, the tormented nymph Io, when released from Argus by Hermis, fled, in the form of a cow, to Egypt; and there, according to a later legend, recovering her human form, gave birth to a son identified as Serapis, and Io became known as the goddess Isis.” Pg. 250-251, Goddesses~ Joseph Campbell
Based on the teachings of the Native American Indians’ tradition, I have made it a way to live my life. The four directions and the sacred animals of each direction. East-Eagle-Spring, West-Bear-Autumn, South-Coyote-Summer and North-Buffalo-Winter.
We and the earth are one! This is an innocent thing to say in this time and age. Humanity is drawn away from the earth. It is in the little things that we do to connect to the earth that makes a big difference. All is revealed in remarkable ways.
I made my personal connection through the praying mantis too. The golden Praying Mantis teaches me about life, death and rebirth is a natural cycle of everything. I see it everywhere. I see it in history and music too. A hard reality to take sometimes.
My little wheel of magic has followed me to many places. It is falling apart. Yet, today when so much is happening in the world. Fighting, protesting, anger and loneliness, this all reflects a helplessness I feel in myself. What can I do?
Here I will share a bit of my strength and magic. I hope that it comforts someone! My message is that nature is powerful and that his / her plan is a strange one. A wonder to behold. Nature is he and she … an androgynous self-creator…and this is who we are!
“A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don’t know ourselves! Why, thirty or forty skins or hides, as thick and hard as an ox’s or bear’s, cover the soul. Go into your own ground and learn to know yourself there.”
~ Meister Eckhart
A funny thing happened while watching the Alfred Hitchcock Hour last night. The Photographer and the Undertaker (1965) was the episode I watched. I realized I had viewed it before, but today it had a new meaning. As I watched the show I was also researching Jack Cassidy. He is the main character of the episode. He is the original Mad Man character actor. He was married to actress Shirley Jones. After their divorce, he seemed to melt down into alcoholism and mental health issues. I’m saddened by my research because to me he always seems like a sharp, upbeat and intelligent swinger. He has a deep history in music and brilliant acting career. It is his demise that shocked me.
In this episode, or story, Cassidy’s character is a photographer who gets wise to a scheme that he is a focus of a hit man. He is scheduled to be killed. Cassidy turns it around and catches the hit man at his own game and kills him. To cover the evidence, he burns his darkroom down. In the news it is confirmed the next day. The photographer is burned to death. Cassidy’s character collects the money from the man who hired the hit man and assumes a new life. A great story with some ironic twists and turns.
As I was watching the story unfold I was thinking how clever Cassidy’s character was, and how he cheated death, something hit me hard. As I watched the flames burn the dark room and the hit man….I realized something. At that moment I read something profound. Ten years later, in real life, this is how Jack Cassidy dies (1976).
Cassidy returned to his apartment alone, by which time he was drunk, as he had consumed alcohol at various bars across West Hollywood that evening. In the early morning hours of December 12, Cassidy lit a cigarette and fell asleep on his Naugahyde couch.  He then dropped the cigarette, which ignited the couch. The flames quickly spread throughout the apartment and the building.  At 6:15 a.m., the blaze was discovered by Deputy Sherriff Jon Dimeter, who evacuated the building and entered Cassidy’s apartment. A charred corpse was found in the doorway of the apartment. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Cassidy
I felt a terror over come me. What a strange revelation to perceive. I quickly said a prayer for the man. Last night he whispered a short story in my heart of his ironic demise.
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
I believe in the above quote completely. I have witnessed it in the many unexplained experiences I have had and through writers of a multideity of philosophies, as the deities of science, philosophy and psychology or things of art and religion. These “more things” as the high ideals that we believe in; from conspiracy theory, to strange evil occult directives, or even in the loving brilliance of things viewed thought the eyes of wise clairvoyance!
Currently there is a new hurricane in Florida called Matthew, and so far, it has been blamed on president Barack Obama. Rush Limbaugh has blamed it on left-wing conspiracists. I am reading the Ascension Mysteries by David Wilcock, and I am wondering what the insider government is sharing about this storm. It could be evil extraterrestrials fighting the beneficent extraterrestrials which parallels the current politics between the evil Cabal and the compassionate Alliance. Yet today, I reflect back on a book that speaks of a hurricane in Florida from 1904.
I took The Real World of Fairies off the bookshelf today. It is written by Dora van Gelder. She gives a remarkable firsthand account of a Hurricane in Miami, Florida. It is all included in Chapter 12 of her book. This book was originally published in 1904. Mine is a reprint from the Theosophical Publishing House. My edition is 1978. I originally read it in the mid-1980s. The book is available now at amazon.com.
Dora’s accounts in her book are based on her first person clairvoyance. She speaks by means of telepathy with beings she calls water fairies, sea angels and angels of the hurricane. She affirms that these beings are involved in a creative work with nature to bring balance. Whether you believe in what she is saying or not, it is very imaginary, profound and poetic. She also holds true to a person concerned about the balance of nature as current scientists are about global warming and climate change.
“…Human beings will inevitable think that the water fairies, sea angles, and especially the angel of the hurricane himself are bad or evil, because to us they have been destroying life. But this is not so. They have destroyed forms, but they have not destroyed the life within the forms, for life cannot die. MOREOVER, THESE BEINGS HAVE PERFORMED THEIR FUNCTION IN ACCORDANCE WITH NATURAL LAW. Men destroy property, one another and the whole face of nature in times of war or for personal gain, and they read their own motives into nature. But nature has no personal feelings. All this destruction is accomplished impersonally, and even, strange to say, with a feeling of love, because the host of angels and fairies never wanted to kill anything and tries to save as much as possible. How different from war, where we try to destroy everything!”
As many books I have read over time with differing perspectives, Dora’s insights wake me up to the continuity, power and beauty of nature. Her small book is fun to read and I recommend it, especial the last chapter entitled Hurricane.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. ~William Blake
…from the “great above” she set her mind toward the “great below.” The Goddess, from the “great above’ she set her mind toward the “great below.”… Gilgamesh-is the Sumerian myth of the sky goddess Inanna.
To Inanna- bless the waters of this earth.
Simple traditions or rituals mean a damn lot to me! My first apple scented candle of the great transformation, from summer to autumn, is one of those specially ritualistic times! Glade is the best product, I have found, in regards to price and smell! Today is all about magic and it all starts with this nimbus light and remarkable smell of a colorful glass candle…as experienced so many times before ! A reflection on the past, present and the future ! So damn delightful.
I tend to remember where a quote is in a book. If the quote inspires me it stays with me. One such quote is from one of two books that I have. Books about St. Francis of Assisi. He always fascinates me. In his time when religion, war and profits of the rich accelerated, here comes a man who shuns them all. He then turns to a mystical place free of these things. He brings ritual and nature back to the people. He brings back simple rituals mixed with ancient days of a golden race long gone by.
In one these books I remember a journey Francis takes to Rome. On the way there he sleeps under the Egyptian sphinx. The sphinx is still covered with sand. He reflects under the uncovered head of the sphinx. The night is silent and mystical. The stars and the moon are in the heavens. He wonders on the mystery of life and the sphinx. The words from the book are well written. I captured the image from this book. I can not seem to find the book though.
Today I am reading another book by Joseph Campbell and he also reflects on the sphinx. An in-depth perspective new to me.
“The sphinx symbolizes the continuity of pharaonic power; pharaohs come and go, but they are all carriers, or vehicles of the pharaonic power. The sphinx is the child of that wonderful lion goddess Sekhmet and a strange deity called Ptah, who is always represented in the form of a mummy and is actually a moon-god. The moon rays fertilize the lion goddess, and this is the source of the sphinx.”
Pg. 92. Goddesses , Mysteries of the Feminine Divine. Joseph Campbell.
These two image of the sphinx, with the information provided, seem very interesting to me. A conclusion only leads me to more study and insight as we move forward into Autumn.