It is possible to box almost anything.
In this way a whole life may be compartmentalised into secure, bounded segments of much more manageable proportions.
Bite sized pieces.
Or even, ‘shots’.
As everybody knows it is even possible to box one’s ears, so that only those things which compute are actually heard.
This is the way Spirit dies.
Blinkers, are boxes for the eyes…
In fact, about the only thing which it is not
possible to put into a box…
This is strange…
But only because light,
is really the gift of a turning-year.
All stands hidden
At the heart of the cavernous world.
All lies sequestered
Black but comely
In the cavernous heart of man.
The unseen green within grey rock
Wielder of Psyche’s Axe
Looser of her Emotional Block.
Our animal soul crowns the summit
Inanimate intimacies call
‘Drink deep – Drink deep’…
Don’t merely dip a doltish finger-tip
Like felt for freely-gifted gold
or spawn of devil’s bloodied-blot.
Not sentiment nor sediment
Such cavernous yawning.
Drink deep of Night
To Day’s Dawning.
All lies hidden
At the heart of a cavernous world.
The mysterium conspires with the
animal world whose souls so resemble
the purity and innocence of a human child.
It recognises the miracle of life
in both seed and egg
and the wonder of a harvest which
springs from an ear of corn.
This solitary communion with the unseen
can be rendered, a mysterious feeling,
and it has been called, ‘the dreaming’,
although it may be better understood as divine consciousness.
The mysterium needs no
shrines or temples
save those that nature provides.
It may be met in the shadowy
heights and aisles of a primeval forest,
on the sunlit expanse of virgin prairie,
the dizzy spires and pinnacles of naked rock,
and beyond, in the speckled vault of the star-lit sky.
All who live a lot out of doors
know the magnetic force
that accumulates in solitude
swiftly flees when confronted
by the faceless vagaries of a crowd.
Approach to the mysterium
is silent, solitary
and free from all self-seeking.
It is silent because in comparison
with the mysterium all speech
is feeble and imperfect.
It is solitary because the mysterium
draws closer to us in solitude.
It is free of self-seeking because
the souls of our ancestors
ascended to the mysterium
in wordless adoration.
‘For God created man immortal, and made him in the image of his own eternity.’
– The ‘Twentieth’ Leaf
The preceding image we had to own did not seem to us particularly god-like.
We turned the leaf:
The Twenty-First Leaf
…Although that description most definitely did.
Finally we came to the last leaf of the little gold-plated book.
It did not come before time.
Already a golden dawn was beginning to blaze through the blinds of our study window.
The Twenty-Second Leaf looked like this:
We walked to our bedroom in a daze, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a fitful sleep.
We dreamed of two rooms the exact reverse of each other.
One was in shadow.
The other was lit.
We awoke around Noon.
We walked into the living room to find the window open and the little golden book gone.
We fell to our knees and sobbed.
On the study desk were our rough copies of the material we had found in the book.
How had she done it?
Where had she been?
And why didn’t she use the door?
The door may be watched, came the answer.
We remembered our dream and walked back into the bedroom.
We opened one of the mirrored doors to our wardrobe.
There on the floor lay a leaf from the little golden book.
Was it ‘the missing leaf’?
If it was, it was not what we were expecting.
The Twenty-Third Leaf:
On the back was a seal:
‘…then a triangle and finally a circle……’
– The ‘Eighteenth’ Leaf.
…This to our mind pretty much makes the earth feminine and the moon masculine which we expect also makes the sun feminine and the star behind the sun masculine. And that is pretty much how the Egyptian’s had it.
We surmise that at this point there maybe at least one missing leaf to the book delineating in much more detail the geometries of earth and moon.
…But what of the sun?
We turned the ‘Eighteenth’ Leaf…
‘…Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die it abides alone…’
The ‘Nineteenth’ Leaf
Which we must assume is referring to the sun.
We turned the ‘Nineteenth’ Leaf aware somewhere in the recesses of our overstretched brain that the moon and sun cycles are conjoint in their nineteenth year.
The ‘Twentieth’ Leaf
‘…But if it dies it brings forth much fruit.’
…Which leaf, incidentally, concludes the geometric designs contained in the book.
The ‘Twenty-First’ Leaf introduced a picture of sorts which to us again appeared to echo some of the Egyptian ideas:
…The ‘Sixteenth’ and ‘Seventeenth’ Leaves.
‘…From a man and a woman make a circle…’
‘…And then a square…’
We thought again of The Officers Of Law who appeared to see the girl as a man?
‘The Spirit as Inner Fire is ‘Agni’ for the Vedic and ‘Hermes’ for the Greek.
The vessel defines the content which is a perception.
Make the vessel transparent in order to ‘see’ clearly.’
Clearly, this sequence of directions related to a famous alchemical engraving. We dashed to our library…
‘The Flight of Atalanta’ by Michael Maier…
‘The squaring of the circle represents a marriage of opposites. It can be accomplished in two ways, by area or perimeter. The circle is a symbol of the eternal element in creation, whilst the square represents solid matter and human works… The largest squared circle in the natural world is the earth and moon. Earth’s mean radius is 3960 miles and the Moon’s is 1080 miles which makes 5040 miles. With a radius of 5040 the circumference of any sublunary circle is 316180 miles, which is the same as the perimeter of any square containing the earth.’
Blimey, they’re all ‘nines’ save the last which is a ‘one’.
We smile, and then consider that it seems to us somewhat incredible that the planetary bodies should possess such accurate geometric proportions by accident.
‘This combination of heaven and earth, or spirit and matter, is a founding pattern in sacred temples from time immemorial the world over.’
The ‘Fifteenth’ Leaf.
‘I am the rose of Sharon as the Lily among thorns
so is my love among the daughters.’
– Song of Songs 2:1
In our mind’s eye we saw her:
She was deep in the earth…
…But far deeper than the deepest imaginable depth.
She moved in a Sanctum of Silence hewn from Living, Breathing Stone.
And she was three:
One was Movement and transcribed the geometric figures in air…
One was Heart and recited the formula with utmost precision of tone…
One was Mind and meditated on all that occurred.
A Fourth there was which oversaw each station and which also took her form.
And what a form it was:
A form transfigured by each Atu…
We were again minded of our studies:
THE GREAT ESCAPE
A man is tasked with liberating prisoners.
He finds them deluded.
Their history is prison history, their lives are prison lives.
They think and act accordingly.
Instead of hoarding bread they mould it into dominoes and play games with it.
The rats in prison are treated as pets instead of being trained to communicate with the outside world.
Alcohol is drunk in order to produce hallucinations rather than drug the guards…
The prisoners confuse common words…
‘Provisions’ to them means prison-food…
‘Journey’ means walking to and from cell blocks…
‘Escape’ means avoiding punishment…
When their would-be liberator says, ‘we need provisions for our escape to the outside world,’ he sounds like a madman.
To the inmates their prison is the world.
The liberator dies without accomplishing his task.
Those who tried to understand his words turn them into a prison cult and find questions for the next liberator who comes to set them free…
Nonetheless, occasionally there are some prisoners who escape.
– A Sufi Parable
Is that what she was?
Was she an ‘Escapee’?
The Rose of Sharon…
What did it mean?
We turned the ‘Eleventh’ leaf of the book:
’… to him that overcomes will I give a white stone, and
in the stone a new name written…’
– Revelation 2:17
…The ‘Twelfth’ Leaf.
Albedo: A White World.
Was it a coincidence?
Twelve Tribes of Israel… Twelve Jewels on the High Priest’s Ephod…
Twelve Disciples of the Christ…
…Twelve Gates into the New Jerusalem.
Twelve Months of the Old Year.
It certainly suggested that thus far the leaves were in fact in the correct order.
All it really suggested was that the Twelfth leaf was in the correct place.
But why this headlong career though the leaves of the book?
And why did we feel the need to so hastily transcribe its contents?
Something told us it was not ours to keep.
The ‘Thirteenth’ Leaf:
‘…One becomes Two, Two becomes Three…’
In terms of number symbolism alone that really was very clever…
We decided to be audacious;
‘Why are you wanted by The Officers Of Law?’
We did no more than frame the question in our mind.
Silence…Nothing… and then:
‘Because the Dead Letter always seeks to contain the Spirit,
Whilst the Living Word seeks only to set it free.’
The ‘Fourteenth’ Leaf:
‘…And out of the Third comes One as the Fourth…’
…As Indeed was that.
And that is without even considering the geometric forms.
The one here certainly resembles a seed…
…A Diamond seed sown at the heart of conjunction.
Our brain was now again beginning to fire yet simultaneously to tire.
It was all we could do to get the thing down as accurately as we could.
We were onto the Third Operation already…
And finally we saw her…