March 22 (RESH, The Sun, Sun) Liber VII, Cap. IV
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First in thinking of the Sun card with the thoughts that follow that and reading this text it becomes a little difficult to align things up for me. When realizing this text was received by someone in the process of Initiation into Binah - I guess it makes me feel a bit better that it challenges me making sense of it
.A common theme, I see, in the Holy Books is of ecstasy (bordering madness) in the union of the adept and the angel. This continues here and there is a willingness to fall away. To let everything pass with abandon. There is always the assurance we are falling into the beloved, the angel, divinity. The prose that follows is difficult to grasp for me and leads me to similar thoughts I've had with the other chapters so far that all ordeals lead back to the realization of the different aspects of the Sun of our Soul and that they are the context of that union.
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Every time I decide to do a systematic read-through of the "Holy Books", some new aspect or way of reading them comes through. This time around, it seems to be a complete letting-go of any need to intellectually understand them. Rather, I've been able to just read (out loud and in the British accent in which they were likely first heard) and visualize the imagery that they record. This chapter provided a wonderfully tumbling free fall into the ecstasy of union. My meditation this evening on the tarot card pushed the Rose into the deep distance turning the spiral rays into a spinning vortex that I could easily fall into, tumbling ass over tin-cup into the East.
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Recommended practice for today: Liber HHH, Meditation MMM.
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Tarot Meditation - The Sun
Solar ore radiating. Rapid movement of the gasses nourishing all in its wake. There is a single flower in the field – it’s the life that follows the Sun for its nourishment. Soon come into the being the valleys and the streams and the whole world is complete. The Sun is the symbol of the face of God that cannot be beheld while embodied on this earth. The flower stares at the Sun, and the face of the mountain stares at the Sun, but they hath not seen the eyes that have formed them into their image. They have not beheld the lips that have formed them in the utterance of their body of vibration. But the man looks into his heart and he finds the face of God therein.
There is an Angel with massive wings of unsurpassed scale. The wings are white and he is golden. The Messenger of the face behind the Sun - the face that has fathomed Sun and the world. He spreads his wings and there is a magnificent glory and blaring light for he is the son of the Sun. And his trumpet is the song that was begotten on the lips of God. He wields a golden whip and he burns Qliphotic things that hide around in the cobwebbed corners of one’s soul. And with every splash of his whip the thunder is formed in the sky and the light flashes revealing every corner of the universe. That is the flash of insight that we follow like crumbs on the path to the Kingdom and the majestic temples of the Father. There are grey clouds forming and the dimness takes over to contrast the light hour of the soul; to enkindle the fire of desire for transcendence. There are two different types of desire. And this desire should be that of purity and yearning for expansion and oneness, for returning home back into oneself. For the very essence of one’s being is the essence of the Kingdom of the Highest. -
Danica I'm really enjoying your little paintings.