March 25 (PEH, The Tower, Mars) Liber VII, Cap. I
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Suggested practice for today: Liber Turris
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The small-painting-for-each-daily-meditation project is on pause (no time to do one painting each day), so I continue with written notes.
I'm reading in the morning and meditating on the card in the evening, and meditate on the reading through-out the day.March 25: Peh, The Tower
- Constructive/creative and destructive force are one the same; it’s a question of application, direction, awareness.
- Human figures with geometrical forms are falling from the Tower: mere mechanics and “perfection” from purely intellectual point of view do not survive here, when the Lightening strikes from His Eye; “Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!”
- The image of the mouth in the down left corner is sexually arousing.
- These are thoughts and emotions of human nature (limited Persona and Ego), being burned in ecstasy of Union with God.
- Every act has its consequences, thoughts and wishes also, hence there is the Karmic aspect of the card.
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Tarot Meditation – The Tower
Thunder tears the black sky. From every direction it disrupts the quietude of the Great Nothing and puts into motion the dormant sparks of infinite potential. It powers up the wheel that turns like a big mechanical clock putting life into motion. Putting cause and effect into motion. Setting the timer for the end of it all and counting down aeons after aeons until the next absolution into Nothingness. But with the moving mechanism the new energy is created and unleashed. Live wire passing through the system, the power flows into the overactive mind – and the system overheats breaking into flames to purify the chaos of one’s self-made illusion. In the temple of God the fire purges and as the flames burn they release a sore mind from its bondage. The cage has to burn down for the bird to fly free. But the bird gets scarred before it can yet again taste the fresh air of freedom, the gentle warmth of the sunlight and coolness of the moon up in the branches of its mother’s womb.
The ferocious lion-serpent springs from its coil and eats the little bird. And the bird is ever so more free, trading its fragile body for the body-temple of the wisdom-serpent. Blasting the light of divine wisdom through its golden mane. Every thing, every phenomena, every thought has a timer. It’s a ticking bomb. When its purpose is exhausted its destruction is inevitable and its particles become nourishment for a brand new phenomenon, which even in its youth is wiser than the old that was put to rest previously.
The divine mouth sings the song of creation and destruction, and the divine eye beholds beginning and the end. The interplay of vibration in its various forms - sound and light – dancing about forming unimaginable things that spring full creation into being. To be reinvented, to reinvent itself - it must build anew on the scorched foundation of the old, surpassing itself every time, expanding in grandeur and sophisticated beauty and intelligence, in marvel, in excess, endlessly growing and reforming.
And the wheel keeps on turning - it is the mechanism of the universe within the divine body that is formless yet matter is contained therein as our ideas, thoughts, wisdom and folly.