Juice of the Soul Fruit

I mentioned the subject of the Separator in regards to alchemy. But all is alchemy as it is being transmuted. I believe you know now what the action of the Separator feels like as it cuts down every tree not planted by the Father, carries you out from “among them.”

Today I am testing out the low dose iboga and it is very good. I awoke with the Sun and as I drank it (the Sun) in it was said “this is spiritual food not for the body but the soul.” I heard, “the ego reads and thinks ‘I tread the winepress alone,’ but the soul knows, I am the one trodden in the winepress, by one greater than I”

Forgive me for what I say when I am being trodden. I speak my truths without sugar. They are only my truths, at the moment.

I heard in the shower, “what will happen when one comes to the end of one’s mind?” Because we, made in the Creator’s image, also create images, and the entire story of our lives is a movie made up by that mind in us, and it is such a phenomenally wonderful complex movie, we cannot believe that we have made it, for we know not that we are gods. And so we treasure all the details and history and footnotes to this movie of our own making. But who are we when we stop writing this story? Will it be like the Matrix when one now sees the Code behind it? Perhaps this is coming now, the “Prophet” speaks from within before we meet the One who is always there, but unseen.

Last night while muddling about in the Archive for “nude” “naked” to expound upon this new litmus test for “Natural Order” (www.schoolofthenaturalorder.com) and who is offended by it, I found this, from The Prophet, quoted by Vitvan:

"When Love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. 

For even as Love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun. So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. 

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He thrashes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. 

All these things shall Love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. 

But if in your fear you would seek only Love's peace and Love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of Love's threshing-floor,

 

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. 

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For Love is sufficient unto Love. 

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.” And think not you can direct the course of Love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. 

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of Love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate Love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon you lips."

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On the relation of the Soul to the Solar Plexus

There are TWO souls as some ancient streams recognized. There is the incarnating soul who comes down and in from the group mind level (“ancestors”) in a effort to bring this higher Mind into the 3D density; and then there is a refined body produced as a fruit by the Genetic Entity (GE) in its longing and reaching upward. These TWO souls meet in the crucible of the Heart and attempt to blend, completing the bi-fold flow of Consciousness both up and down, expressed in union as Solomon’s Seal.
 
The Solar Plexus (SP) holds the energy of the Sun in the animal body where the GE resides. The culminated wisdom of eons of biological refinement rests here with an URGE to ascend home.

The Ancestor Soul resides in the upper room, the upper body, and resides in the Heart in the newborn.  When, through practice, this “upper” soul is moved into the head, then one is “sainted” and the soul’s light shines as a nimbus. Should it become overly fascinated with body survival and the biological programming, and flow its attention downward from love into lust, then the building of the bridge between Upper world of Ancestors and this world biological vehicle will be postponed yet another lifetime.

It is more to be desired that the sublimated essence of the biological (Lower) soul join with the Upper soul in marriage and then complete the bridge of the fruiting Vine, the antahkarana.

The Soul is the Son of God; the Solar Plexus is the Son of Man. Hence it is called Bethlehem, the House of Bread, and is the waystation by which the Christos in the spermatic Chrisms communicates to the Upper Room via the Vagus.

How can they come together? The SP must kneel before the Soul so that he serves the Higher One, then they can fuse into the Heart center shown as the Cross.

The vertical line is Son of God, horizontal is Son of Man

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The emblem of the Templars, two men riding on the same horse, expresses this basic architecture:  Two souls riding a biological vehicle. I looked down into heart/solar region and surprised, saw friendly face of a horse looking up, and I stroked and laid my head alongside his. My animal side.

Centaurs etc., are depictions of this inner architecture.

We are the Ka, the Ba,and the La. 

Ka upper soul

Ba lower soul, distillate of GE line

La, the horse, or biological vehicle.

KaBaLa

{Fulcanelli in his exposition on the hidden language of initiates (green language... see below) points out that Cabala (from Spanish for horse caballo) is a coded language.)

Then as I looked into my head for more I understood what it meant that the Veil is the Temple was rent, for our head is our Temple, and there is a Veil therein that hides from us the Holy of Holies within our Selves.

What is at the End of the Mind?  The Arche, or Ark. Symbol of the Seed (or End) of mind is the Anchor, which rests on unmoving land, the Rock. But it is now covered by a Flood of astral Ocean, a process which befell Earth as some archaic past during the Fall of the Yugas. In itself a natural cycle, but it cut off the root of consciousness from direct knowledge of the Land. 

Now the Anchor is fastened to a ship on the Ocean, a ship which was fashioned to carry us across this Ocean, called the Arche, or Ark. This is a secret within the mind of the Son of Man. The Ark was made to endure the Flood, and is still connected by an umbilical cord to the Anchor. The Flood lead us into another world, that of the internal story and pictures in the astral-mental; into the world created in our private world by the little mind.

The Ark shows this in that it is filled with animals 2 x 2, that is, every emotion in polarity of like and dislike. The Ark is the vehicle of the rationalizing mind. 

The Ocean beneath the Ark can also be seen as the Undifferentiated Plenum, but its roiling energy full of waves makes it more property the Chaotic First Emanation within Mother substance, gunas, waveforms. The Land under the Ocean is more properly the Rock of the Crystalline Void.

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From Mystery of the Cathedrals--

For me, gothic art (art gothique) is simply a corruption of the word argotique (cant), which sounds exactly the same. This is in conformity with the phonetic law, which governs the traditional cabala in every language and does not pay any attention to spelling. The cathedral is a work of art goth (gothic art) or of argot, i.e. cant or slang. Moreover, dictionaries define argot as 'a language peculiar to all individuals who wish to communicate their thoughts without being understood by outsiders'. Thus it certainly is a spoken cabala. The argotiers, those who use this language, are the hermetic descendants of the argonauts, who manned the ship Argo. They spoke the langue argotique—our langue verse ('green language' or slang)--- while they were sailing towards the felicitious shores of Colchos to win the famous Golden Fleece. People still say about a very intelligent, but rather sly, man: 'he knows everything, he understands cant.' All the Initiates expressed themselves in cant; the vagrants of the Court of Miracles—headed by the poet Villon— as well as the Freemasons of the Middle Ages, 'members of the lodge of God', who built the argotique masterpieces, which we still admire today. Those constructional sailors (nautes) also knew the route to the Garden of the Hesperides...