Memories in the Dreaming
In the way back long ago when before, Ort – a nascent cloud dancer, rose on the winds of the Sirus rays, and guided by the prayers of an ancient Egyptian priest, he settled into the triangle above the circle in stone, where the gentle movement of incense smoke hovered … the lyre player wooed the winds in the sanctuary into circling in and around the triangle, …
As the various flows of breeze settled into the constantly involuting chaotic form, Ort seized it from the other-side and began engaging with the priest over questions of the Book, the Teaching Book that would always be true. The priest was … subdued, one did not often speak this way with an immortal, basically as friend to friend, but this was about making art, … art both divine and human …
conversation, the priest sat, the acolytes moved all the extraneous
ceremonial materials to the side, …. and then left the priest to
his private meditations. It was high sun outside, but the long
tunnel into the slowly rising pyramid allowed the priest to see the
star even during the middle of the day. There it was a tiny dot in a
small blue field, which allowed an eye greater sensitivity.
But all the same, in that moment the spirit of the priest left his body and followed the call of the immortal outward, away from the comforts of the Mother, and toward the Stars, the Night Teachers, left behind by the Father, in a past so distant only an immortal could touch its essence.
The movement from earth to star was instant, for it simply involved crossing the veil over the truth, and seeing as all the star folk saw, everything at the same time from the all-around everywhere.
Always a momentary shock for the priest, this change of orientation. To be in the company of Gods and Goddesses, listening to their singing. He folded his consciousness around the idea of his flute, and learned the tone sequences for which he was being trained.
Time did not past in a place that was both timeless and spaceless, but all the same when the priest re-entered his body, the sun had set, the moon was out, … it was time to bend matter to the will of song.
In the cool of the night, the singing of the people began. The priest had gone to the top of She Who is not to be Named, and began to play his material flute. The songs rose and fell, dancing was added as well as some drumming. Intoxicating waters had been created, and slowly slowly slowly, the great stones by the river of life, on their barges, rose into the night star filled sky, as the elemental folk guided, and reasoned the living stone to its place of rest.
This was all done in
accord with the Moon, as that She Who Could be Named ruled the Night,
and the Elements. In the morning, as the Night Teachers kneeled
before the Rising of the One, the people put away their night magics,
and got ready for the day’s.
The priest was to supervise some carvers of stone who had an interest in cats. Something about their company making certain movements of craft and art more … languid.
Life was joy, when it could be. Illness, heartache, and death unavoidable. Floods and wars and Gods&Goddesses throwing lighting bolts in the skys, making arcs of elemental fire leap from pointed tower to pointed tower, writing wisdom in the air.
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Issac Newton’s translation of the Emerald Tablet
is true without lying, certain and most true.
That which is below is like that which is above
and that which is above is like that is below
to do the miracles of one only thing
And as all things have been and arose from one by the mediation of one:
so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation.
The Sun is its father,
the moon its mother,
the wind hath carried it in its belly,
the earth is its nurse.
The father of all perfection in the whole world is here.
Its force or power is entire if it be converted into earth.
Separate thou the earth from the fire,
the subtle from the gross
sweetly with great industry.
It ascends from the earth to the heaven
and again it descends to the earth
and receives the force of things superior and inferior.
By this means you shall have the glory of the whole world
and thereby all obscurity shall fly from you.
Its force is above all force.
For it vanquishes every subtle thing and penetrates every solid thing.
So was ye world created.
From this are and do come admirable adaptations
where of the means is here in this.
Hence I am called Hermes Trismegist,
having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world
That which I have said of the operation of the Sun is accomplished and ended.
The Creator gave humans a mission: to bring the spirit down to dwell in them, so that everything in them that was lifeless would be brought to life. They have great obstacles to overcome before they achieve this, but that is their work: to awaken the powers the Creator has placed in them, so that they can fully realize their divine predestination. So, from now on, everyone knows what they have to do; they just have to be willing to do it. Lazy people will claim they are not clear what spiritual work is, but they are not being honest with themselves, that’s all. Those who truly want to work will receive the necessary teaching and advice; if they refuse it, they will suffer. Of course, those who undertake this work will suffer too – as long as we are on earth, we cannot fail to suffer – but it is not the same kind of suffering. And they accept it, because it feels as though this suffering becomes a blessing for them: they learn how to use it to grow in the light.
In the Emerald Tablet, Hermes Trismegistus reads a mysterious sentence: ‘Its father is the sun and its mother the moon; the wind has borne it in its body, and the earth has nourished it.’ With its light, the sun gives the seeds; the moon is the ether that reflects and sends back the light; the wind carries the seeds; and the earth: we must first nourish ourselves with the sun’s rays to then in turn nourish them, just as a mother feeds her child. Because we must also give something of our own substance to the sun’s rays so they may grow and develop in us.
Each morning we receive the sun’s light, warmth and life, and we must preserve them, reinforce them and feed them until the following day so that they may go deep within us. Whether we are men or women, we are like a mother in whom a work of gestation takes place. Everyone one must support, help and nourish what the sun has entrusted to them.
~Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
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