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A Comparative Method…


…The Tetrahedron is the magical symbol for elemental fire.

Fire has always carried with it a mystery.
From earliest times it was thought the proper preserve of the Divine.
For man to have gained this dangerous boon took especial cunning, courage and skill.
The fire-bringer in the old stories was a demi-god, a hero, a trickster…

In Vedic Mythology, which arose from the Indus Valley Civilisation, the fire sacrifice is regarded as a mental operation, an operation of the mind or of consciousness.
It has the aim of transcending the three worlds beneath the sun which are subject to the endless round of birth and death… and of reaching the realm beyond the sun where dwell the immortals.
Its practitioners are Agni (‘fire’) Vayu (‘spirit’) and Aditya (‘sun’).

Contemporary descriptions of Agni vary; some give him seven hands and tongues but only two heads, others depict him with three heads and as many golden bodies.

Whatever Agni actually looks like, if he can actually be seen, you would not perhaps expect to meet his like in the classical world.
And yet there is one figure whose ‘story’ bears comparison with that of Agni.

Seven Flaming Tongues

– Original research by A.M. Hocart.

Over time Hermes became patron of the western mystery tradition and so we may surmise that for the Vedic culture too Agni was a patron of an esoteric science.
The word is cognate in our culture with ignite, ignition and igneous though not with iguana.

What kind of Fire traverses Three-Worlds and leads to a realm beyond the Sun?


Rings of Oak

Sun in Gemini

Rings of Oak

Along my walk there is an oak

Grown sturdy on the edge of winds

Life’s hardships fought and won

Whose sole and noble bearing

Engenders shared sojourn

Its ridge it strides alone

And I, in passing, catch its thought

Like a point on a seen, sawn, levelled trunk

Though yearly ring is far too long

For these few moments shared

But not this time, this round, this heart

Green canopy hiss: share this with me

Here, now, brief, unwitnessed

And be with ancient one in present time

Whose walk is only sidewards growth

Upon my eyes and mind

This rustling note is written, sung

Upon his rings of time he adds

A passing molecule of now, a mote

Upon the meadow there is only silence

Enjoy your walk around my Earth, he says

‘Around’ arrests: his sly intent, and turning

Gaze deep…

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