April 4 ZAYIN, The Lovers: Liber LXV, Cap. 2
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Recommended practice for today: Liber Os Abysmi vel Da'ath
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Tarot Meditation - The Lovers
There is a tornado sweeping across the horizon. It brings air and earth into union. I enter it and find myself in the eye of the storm. In its very center there is great stillness to be found. Around me I see images and hear voices all mixed-in together into a great collage of color and sound. The tornado disperses from the center out - all that is left is barren land now, all has been cleaned out.
The sun breaks through the clouds and the earth starts to grow green vegetation with little white flowers. It is the dawn of Spring. I see butterflies – many of them. There is an army of soldiers gathered on two sides, holding their swords upwards. Butterflies land on the tip of their blades. Now they re-form into 4 groups, making a circle around an altar that’s in the center. Altar is made from a diamond material. The altar holds a large red rose on its top with a drop of dew at its center that is consumed by a little green snake that emerges from the midst of the rose. The drop passes through the snake and exits its body in the form of golden dust; it can be seen sprinkling down the center of the clear altar forming a beautiful sight. Somebody comes in and with a massive sword pierces the rose through its center and down the altar. Blood starts to pour forth. A woman comes with a pitcher of lunar water and rinses the wound of the stone. The bloodied water entering earth causes great rosebushes to arise around the altar, with beautiful voluptuous flowers, their scent permeating the space. The army of soldiers dissipates into air. From each side of the altar emerge a man and a woman. His skin is black onyx and hers is that of white pearl. The Sun and the Moon are simultaneously in the sky witnessing this marriage. Their drops pour down. Lunar drop pours on a woman and solar drop pours on the man. With these drops on their tongues they meet over the altar and kiss, mixing their essences into one another so that she receives the Sun and he the Moon. And his Sun drops to her belly, her Moon drops into his throat. And from their kiss emerges a mixture drop that fills the cup sitting below on the altar. In the cup arises a sacred ocean with a strong current that causes forms waves. Below the surface is a little gold fish that swallows the pearl pebble.
Together the Lovers take the lance and pierce the cup and the fish, causing this exalted ocean to spill over and to wash everything with its alchemical water which doesn’t wet. It purifies and intoxicates the senses; soon it covers everything and all that is left is water and sky. The Lovers are on the love boat, rocking gently. A divine rosy breath-breeze swings them in love’s ecstasy to and fro. They lie on their sides embraced. The ocean becomes a bed of petals, and babe-angels come to serve them sweet wines and place wreaths on their heads.
As they sit up forming Yab Yum the sun in her belly and the moon in his throat meet at their hearts and become conjoined forming divine light that encompasses them both and expands furthermore, filling all of space, turning everything into one taste of Divinity.