The Temple Annexe

This is a visualisation to assist in Dreaming Practice:

It is one of those hot, balmy, end of summer nights. You are dressed in white linen. The sun is low on the horizon and in the process of beginning to set. The sky is starting to pink just a little. There are a few wispy clouds.  You are in a vast field of ripened wheat, the heads of the wheat are curled over and near ready for harvest. You are carefree, no-one is watching. You allow your left hand to fall to your side to touch the wheat, strolling through the field allowing your fingers to touch what one day, will become bread. The feeling of lightness and joy is upon you.  All the stress has gone from you, you feel young again as you stroll through the wheat field. You come upon a tall dry stone wall and start to explore. You run your fingers over the stone, it is much taller than you.  You notice that the sun is now setting and you must go home. Because you have loved the field so much you resolve to come here again at dawn.

It is now just after dawn, and you are back in the field. The air is as crisp as apples and there is a faint dew on the wheat again you allow your left hand to caress the wheat as you meander through the field. Your eyes are bright and alive. As you approach the wall you wonder what lies beyond it. You follow the wall round to your left touching the sometimes mossy stones with your fingertips. Soon you come upon an archway in the wall. It is taller than you and there is an old wooden door there. There is a metal ring painted in black enamel which you know will open the door. Slowly you reach down and raise the lever. The door opens before you. In front of you, you can see an exquisitely manicured rose garden. The scent wafts over you enticingly. You step forward into the Southern Precinct of the Toltec Temple. There are bed after bed of the most exquisite roses, the scent is overwhelming. In the near distance you can hear the soft gurgle of a fountain. Here in a sunken part of the garden the fountain is surrounded by stone benches, roughly hewn.  You sit and open up your ears to the fountain.

When the utter serenity of the place has begun to deeply imbue you, you decide to explore further. A little in the distance you can see a man working in the rose bed. Today he is tending the yellow roses, turning over the earth and whispering to the roses. As you approach he winks at you. He is the venerable gardener, master of the Southern Precinct.  He has a gift for you. He hands to you a single yellow rose of considerable beauty. He has cut it just now. The cut on the stem is diagonal and perfect. The leaves are dark, dark green and lustrous. The rose itself is of such vibrancy, never have you seen yellow such as this. The flower head is only partially open and the swirl of the petals overlaps in a radial display. The scent is heady.

Taking this single rose you walk along the gravel path to a building which lies ahead. You know this to be an annexe of the great Toltec Temple. As you approach you can see an arched doorway carved in stone. The doors are open and beckon you in. As you pass within you are almost overcome by the sensation of utter silence. You walk upon the black and white marble floor sensing the aeons of its construct. Ahead of you in the Eastern corner is a white marble slab. It is lit by the light of dawn issuing sunbeams onto the altar. You approach the altar and genuflect, cradling the rose in your hands. You lean forward to place it within the sunbeams on the marble slab. As you do so a single drop of dew rolls out of the rose onto the marble slab.  A single tear trickles out of your left eye at the same time. You feel it wind down your cheek.  It drops onto the altar and merges with the dew. You know that soon you will be home.

Rising now you nod your head and retrace your steps out of the annexe, along the gravel path. The venerable gardener has disappeared. You walk past the fountain and out of the archway. Slowly you close the door.  You are now again in the field of wheat, you trail both hands through it, feeling such a sensation of utter poignancy as you have never had before; somehow though you KNOW this feeling only too well.

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Autoproctology

Not far beyond the event horizon

gravity is so very importantly intense

that light cannot escape

this is the domain of the most venerable

Autoproctologist

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All the heavenly spheres

rotate around that singularity

in Space-Time

the one ring which binds

the ring of Power

—-

Forged in the fiery cracks

of Mount Doom

the valley of death

where rode the six hundred

with cannons on all sides

—-

The endoscope of Ego

examines sphincters

on a cold winter’s day

to see the cosmic Manvantara

there, always at play

—-

It needs aloe coated,

quilted paper to burnish

and Anusol

to clear all the piles

of leaves

—-

The Autoproctologist

lays ostrich eggs

with his head buried

up to the ears

and sometimes past

—–

In his eyes

there is no us

no you, no me

only He

or She

—–

Not far beyond the event horizon

gravity is so very importantly intense

that light cannot escape

this is the domain of the most venerable

Autoproctologist

50mm in 20 minutes

As we arrived back from the hospital the heavens opened and we were trapped for a while in the car as lightning, thunder and hail surrounded us.

When it eased I got the wheelchair out and took the wife inside. My combat trousers are still wet…

I love electrical storms with a passion. Right now I am feeling as high as a kite and all electrified.

The card now in play is La Maison Dieu

Liberation Through the Power of Intent.

One from the vaults…

La Maison Dieu – Triskélion Dream 05-05-2011

During the night there was a spectacular lightning and thunder show. First a couple of flashes then two huge flashes so bright that they could bee seen inside a curtained room through closed eyelids. The thunder of the first flash was extremely loud and right on top of us. The second one was a few seconds away. It was totally energizing.

Then the visual Image of Liberation Through the Power of Intent – La Maison Dieu

I had a short dream and then dream after dream of La Maison Dieu over and over. The notion was it was not for me I was even composing poetry about it.

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Now I am like Jason Bourne. I have been asleep and bighting my tongue. It is sore and bleeding a little though I am unconcerned by this. Ahead of me is a wheel shaped like this.

The arms are of an iridescent deep red and an iridescent gold.

I am attached to the wheel, and it is a part of me. The wheel starts to revolve, and I merge with the wheel moving through space and time, spinning.

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La Maison Dieu

Crowned in self important glory

man walks close

the house of God

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Carrying worldly wealth,

fickle fame

and transitory temporal power

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He seeks to deal with God

to buy his very own

stairway to heaven

Heaven is not for buying

and a thunderbolt

ejects man from His house

Bringing him to his knees

amidst his scattered goods

to ponder on his folly

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To ponder the price of crowns,

the price of material obsession

and the cost of all his deeds

Atman

Permanence and impermanence

Are same thing

Constructs of mind

In absence of mind

There is no per or man

Nor emanation

Thing is not Atma

Mind exists only in matter

And it does not

If can be thought

Then it is not

Thought itself is substance

And must die

Thought is not Atma

Mind is not Atma

The point of

No mind and

No thought

Is close to Atma

Atma is both before thought and mind

Have

… … … Come into being

And

… … …After they have passed

Progenitor and ineffable

Known but not yet known

Nevertheless aware

Atma is nascence

The urge of nascence

And the awareness of the process of nascence

Being in nascence

Not bliss-full and bearing robes

Or shiny-eyed and haloed

Nor ascended and God like

Atma is creation in the action of manifestation

Peaceful no, dynamic yes

Precursor of the Divine mouse

Clicking being-ness into …