The Magickal Pen

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian,

stone, ground, mountain, river,

each has a secret way of being with the mystery,

unique and not to be judged.

…Rumi …

As we move through this world, look for the spark of the Divine in each person you meet. It does not matter by what religion or spiritual Path they are aligned. Each is part of the larger fabric of a truth that is both unable to be defined and encompasses all that it touches. The mystery is held not in the books of great wisdom or the libraries of the theologians. It is the unconditional love found in a child’s loving gaze and the final words spoken as one lays dying. It is the joy of simply being and the profound recognition of all things being the gifts of the Great Ones. It is held within the cradle of every atom of our earth and the starseed of the cosmos. Share the diversity of the individual experience of this mystery and truth. Be open to the possibilities. And acknowledge the inherent truths that each may offer.

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This morning I felt the need to be outside at lunch. This had nothing to do with the beautiful sunny weather. Instead, it was a deep yearning to hear and feel what I sensed needed my time and attention.

I work in an office, sitting at the computer for most of my work day.  Although we have a window that looks out to a tree-lined neighborhood there is nothing natural about this environment. So, at lunch I walked to my favorite space that is nestled within a bustling suburban community. As I sat quietly on the porch of the historic colonial home that was once farmland .I felt my body relax and allowed my mind to open to receiving whatever wished to present itself.

Streams of energy came pouring in related to recent studies of alchemy, qabalah, tarot, astrology and more. Esoteric writings- ownership of my spiritual and mundane practices and the many paths I have taken all came flooding in.

As I sat quietly allowing these things to move in and through me, all seemed to come to a point or place of convergence.  I was aware that my physical self, acting as a receptacle was held within the support and greater container of the space of nature around me.  The thought and feelings of inter-connectedness resonated somewhere deep within me and my physical self, subtle bodies, physical space and nature’s subtle bodies flowed together, each feeding and taking spiritual nourishment from the other. I don’t know how long I sat in this way because at that point time seemed to pause and there was nothing but combined energy, seamlessly and effortlessly moving.  As the feeling subsided there was at once greater clarity and more detail in what I was looking at.

There are a few hawks that inhabit the physical place in which I sat. And as I looked out I saw a hawk hovering just above, circling the trees and casting shadow on the porch where I was sitting.  HE passed several times and then moved on. I am reminded of Hors and the alchemy of transformation and the lesson of union with the Divine nature. The aspiration of humanity to become part of the fabric and webbing of the unified whole at all levels of existence.  The ability to soar high above and still see with clarity and depth the tiny details beneath.

In a place of gratitude I am thankful that I answered the call to be held within the space of the natural world. I am thankful for the reminder that connection begins with sitting quietly and being open to what may be received- without the exerted will of preconceived expectation. As I got up to return to work, I was humbled by the beauty, strength and splendor of this place that offered deep wisdom. I will carry this wisdom with me as I go through my day and pause more often to see this energy that surrounds us as the catalyst for stirring and awakening an inner sense of connection and continuum. Continuum, that provides a place of anchor- the physical and manifest Earth- from which we too, as the Heru Hawk may soar towards our birthright of oneness with the Cosmos.
Where will you find yourself when the “need” arises?

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Disjointed murmurings whisper in my ears And fleeting images pass through and between my grid of gaze Boundaries are laid and structure takes hold As all that will come to the surface bubbbles up from seamless water’s edge. The mind touch flows with inspiration And electricity surges from point to ground The murmurs become the rhythm of cog and wheel And sight gives way to mirrored vision blinded by the reflection of its Illuminated SELF

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During my lunch break I was sitting in my car after a particularly heavy downpour of rain that morning. There were pools of water all around that had filled the indentation in pavement and lawn. The winds were blowing strongly and as I looked at one of the larger puddles I noticed how the ripples on its recently still surface moved first in one direction- than another- moving in response to the direction and thrust of the wind. Sometimes the surface seemed to shimmy like the hips of a belly dancer in palpable vibration and then ripples of line and form would fan out like fingers reaching for the edges. But, the most apparent thing of note was how, despite the ever changing movement on the surface- the reflection of what hovered above remained for the most part unchanged. The mirror image blurred at times, but through all the noticeable changes to the water’s surface, the reflected image remained strong and clearly visible in intent. This set me to thinking about how this pattern and process also plays out in our Path of Spiritual Growth.. How we work to anchor our beings in the foundation of the manifest world and the strength of our beliefs and purpose. We work to carve out the cradle of space upon the landscapes of ourselves that will receive the downpour of the current of the Divine; yearning for that current to become the vehicle for the electrical impulse of transformation. We sit tirelessly in the practice of stillness to make those waters placid pools of reflection of our Higher Self. And, then , silently the breath of the Limitless moves across those waters. Sometimes with the gentle motion giving rise to to shimmering pockets of vibration. Sometimes with pressure and sweep causing waves of rippling current to fan out towards the infinite edges of our being. And, throughout the continuous pattern of stillness and movement the reflection of our Higher Self remains constant. What shifts is our response to this reflection- how flexible and pliant we become in the place of breath and space and integration of Selves. If we move within the breath of the All without resistance and become one with the source of those stirrings then the return to the place of still waters between becomes effortless, seamless- simply another way of being. Finally, when the winds and the downpour ceases the Sun moves to a place directly above these still waters affirming the transformation that has taken place.Ride the winds of change ~ rest in the belly of the still waters ~ become one with the downpour of Life around you and then stare deeply into the reflection of your own Divinity as it moves into it’s natural place of illumination.

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Principle the Seventh:
The Principle of Gender

Remember the place of beginnings
Remember when the All was One
Solar flame and lunar tides
Contained within manifest core

Remember the great divide
Vibration of form and formless
Remember the volume of time
Friction stirring the belly of outpour
Waters blackened, womb and seed issue forth

Remember the softness of skin
The strength of sinewy limb
Remember the Great Mother and
The secrets her womb carries within
Remember the Father’s golden orb
His body re-membered by magick of Will
Remember the place of separation
And hold sacred the celestial bodies of Light

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These next two posts will be the conclusion of meditations on the sacred text outlining The Seven Hermetic Principles – The Kybalian. As with most things esoteric, the ultimate path towards conclusion of thought, experience or goal is usually not the straightest, nor the quickest. And so it was with these writings, which opened up new side roads to explore for a time ; always with the thought of bringing those new seeds of inspiration back in return to the Path of Foundation laid.

(Please take a look at posts in June- July and September for the first 5 Principles).

Principle the Sixth: The Principle of Cause and Effect

Pull against the tides

The glistening sand and shell is revealed

Open the heart in gratitude

And the crowd of humanity rushes in

Retreat into the hollow space of silence

And the echo of sound is unbearable

Speak loudly of the unspeakable truths

And the quiet guilt takes your breath away

Move with the dynamics of fiery will

And gates of iron tremble at your foot fall

Close your eyes to the disease of injustice

And chaos drives the chariot of destruction

Rip through the veil of bountiful limit

And the great tsunami of potency crashes down

Move into the heart and fullness of God

And She pulls you deeper into her embrace

Remain in the place of expanded stillness

And all of the inner workings of the cosmos

Become the sweet fulfillment of the Soul

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Let us drink from the waters of gratitude and be present in the space of appreciating what surrounds us. Open your eyes and take in all the lessons of both sorrow and joy and from a place of gratitude find the grace of mercy within your own being. Happy Thanksgiving!

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Quiet for the moment
Flow withdrawn and solitude submissive
Expression released and the muse
Settle near waiting to reach out
Towards the core.

Breath- and halt-
breath and completion
serenity fills the echo
and mastery wields the sword.

Discontent rides these merciless waves
Impatience rears its ugly head and
Gazes down in disdain
Only the light in your eyes
Promises of mysteries sought in vain.

I sink into the depths of that
Gaze and darkness feeds my hungry Soul
We are complete
We are one in the same
And it is within the depths of your being
That I find my place of knowing.

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	Step softly into my arms Feel the feathery brush of my kiss For you are my Beloved And I tremble within your embrace Our hearts beat strongly as one Our bodies no longer defined And I rest in the sweet breath of your exhale And gaze back into your loving face. Our union, in rapture complete Soul’s yearning finally at peace The Illuminated One, my beloved Mirror of SELF~ Divinity released.

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	Open to the intuitive veil open the depths of solemn reserve and rise like the Phoenix reborn. Spiral down into the place of knowingness rain down the fires of Will transformed pass through the guage of eternity and rise like the Phoenix reborn. Reach above into formless space mirror of gnosis ablaze with Light decay and death transmuted held in silence and rise like the Phoenix reborn.

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