Green Temples

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Temple open to the skies. A shower of light cascading down and bathing the forest floor. I gazed up at these great living pillars, pulsing, pulsing with life. What a change from the vast wastes of the desert. My soul felt refreshed and soothed by the presence of so much life. What ancient gods watched over these verdant lands? Even now I feel their presence in every leaf and stone around me. I searched deep within and glimpsed the mysteries awaiting me. No ancient Khemetic gods here, only priests and priestesses clothed in feathered cloaks and animal masks. Human and divine housed in one place, housed in one spirit. Ancestral voices called out. How strange I should hear them now. I plunge deeper into this place of mystery. Where are my feet leading me?

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The path leads upwards and along paths trodden by many generations.Silence clothes me now, I sense anticipation waiting on the fringes of my awareness. Something is calling and I must answer. Initiation. Illumination. Transformation.

Where to now?: Chapter 4

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The journey so far hasn’t been without its dangers and difficulties. The desert, as I’ve previously stated, is filled with unfriendly entities. Illusions have dogged me (sorry Great One!) from the start. Doubts had chipped away at the foundation of my grand tour of the ancient Egyptian landscape. Well, desert at least. This journey is after all symbolic, an exploration of an archetype and god. One who is perhaps older than death. I now sound like the priesthood of old who proclaimed the supremacy of their deity above all others. Ye gods! As writers we create characters and landscapes, not on a potter’s wheel like Khnum but with words. Our creations are given the breath of life and the threads to weave stories and adventures. Their exploits engage our attention, or not. Regardless, they provoke a reaction from us.

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Recollection for the Traveller

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Memories of journeys undertaken. Keepsakes from loved ones. Without these records we are lost in the seas of time. Adrift on the waters of forgetfulness. Memories of journeys undertaken. Precious and pure. Constant companion.

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Elemental Fire. Active, masculine, spontaneous, initiating. Agent of change, transmutation.’Seed’ force of the Universe. Acts as force of purification, burns away all that is old to make way for new life. Passage through Fire is to symbolically transcend human condition.

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Knowledge lost through persecution. Knowledge returned to a higher sphere of existence. Knowledge carried within the memories of the Higher Self.

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The Phoenix. Symbol of rebirth and alchemical resurrection. Stands for the preparation of the Red Tincture of the Solar forces, that which is Philosophic Sulfur.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Collecting my Thoughts – Chapter 3

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Our experience in the Palace of Illusions has shaken me. There will be further tests, getting harder at each stage of the journey. My teacher can only take me to a certain point and then, we may never see each other again. What have I learnt so far? Always trust your intuition and gut instinct. There are more ways of seeing the world than through the physical eyes. There are more ways of existing in the world than in the vessel I call my body. The power of the mind and brain are beyond comprehension. Physical barriers can be transcended through right training and attitude. We can rearrange the atoms of life and matter, it can be done through consciousness only. The Universe operates in ways that we are only beginning to understand at this point of our evolution. Didn’t I learn that from all the centuries of study and practical work  ? Death at an early age may have robbed me of my teacher’s tutelage, others soon took his place over the centuries. Sounds funny saying that out aloud, reincarnation. A concept that’s an integral part of many cultures and traditions. I learnt to be open-minded regarding many things. Only some of my memories are coming back, which is frustrating but I need to be patient. Fear has a way of opening doors that have remained locked for a long time. Continue reading

Hindrances to the Traveller

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His footprints appear as if by magic in the great sandy wasteland. Be careful when you focus your attention on him, he wakes and becomes aware of YOU. He whispers in the breath of the wind, of eternity, of deep mysteries, of love. Set, Setekh, Sutekh. Known by many names and feared. Yet, why fear the catalyst initiaing your transformation? Change can bring with it stormy weather. Deposed king, ruler of the accursed and desert regions. The victor writes their version of history. Will you listen to his side of the story?

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Blood. Essence of the life force and power. Its spilling releasing great energy. A gift offered up on the battlefield and sacrificial altars. Promising eternal life and youth. The drink of choice for nightmares of the abyss. Used in binding and cursing by dark mages. Can you preserve its sanctity Traveller? Intent is everything.

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Our greatest fears may manifest in human form. They mirror the suppressed emotions buried deep within our heart and mind. They feed upon our insecurities and pain. Holding us in a vice-like embrace. Manipulative and divisive, they render us helpless, they render us powerless. We must fight them with all our might, have trust and faith in ourselves to triumph.

 

Fear – Chapter 2

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We walk for miles the next day, occasionally stopping to drink water. Dunes give way to scrub and a lone tree now and again. The air smells of moisture but there is no sign of an oasis nearby. There is nothing on the horizon, until the haze clears to reveal a large honey coloured stone building. It appears out of nowhere. Is this a mirage? There are a few people standing at the entrance. They’re gesturing and shouting. One individual runs out and starts waving his hands, what strange behaviour! Something is wrong. Very soon we can hear and then see a huge sandstorm approaching from behind us. We all manage to get inside just before the storm engulfs the building. Our hosts make us welcome and take us into the main courtyard. The plain exterior gives no indication of the splendour that’s waiting inside. Intricately carved woodwork, tiles that gleam like jewels adorn most of the courtyard, a central fountain provides welcome relief to the heat. As for the garden, plants line the circumference of this space. There’s enough light in here to enable them to survive and indeed flourish. Thick walls dampen the sound of the storm raging outside. We ask how long these storms last. The answer is “as long as he thinks necessary”.  Seeing our puzzled faces someone quickly comments his brother means it’s in the hands of the gods. Continue reading