03/23/17 - QOPH, The Moon, Pisces
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The howling wind beckons
And my shivers have given way
The poison has taken hold of me
I was cold, now am hot, now am cold againMy mood shifts with the phases of the moon
And I am sometimes hunter and sometimes prey
But playing in and around the shifting shadows
And slippery moonlight
There is one thing only: Us. -
I understand so little of the metaphors in LIber VII. LXV I can grasp much more.
'There are deep secrets in these songs. It is not enough to hear the bird; to enjoy song he must be the bird. '
'I am the bird, and Thou art my song, O my glorious galloping God! '
Indeed.www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHNyCAJXUXE
A wonderful little film of Suzuki explaining this very thing.
I love this man. -
Memory, Back of the Head (Qoph) - subconsciousness is that which keeps memory (retaining of impressions from experience) available to the consciousness; and memory is the carrier of identity.
The flow of experiences through incarnations, the hidden silver thread that holds the Many as One, that when expanded reveals the Two as None. -
Silver lit woodlands and ancient ways. Annihilation of the plain, in the immersive, besotted, birdsong swallowing. Feeling depths, down to stealing and stealth, liberating gladiatorial ἀρετή. The path of victory realized and freedom emerging. The far off reflected cold still monochrome luminescence of silence. Escape of the few-but-enough from the grey land imbibing the fermentation and exaltation of Iacchus, the saturation of sensation, the invisible disruptive vigor of the Light.
"For the red powder of projection is beyond all possibilities."
