The Golden Mirror
Posted by patchouli on November 11, 2011
And it was said unto her, “Which way will you follow – for it is for you to decide. One way leads to the dissolution the other to the cosmos. We who are here within this realm are not to be trifled with – we are not here for your entertainment, your need for escapism. We only provide support for the balancing of your karmas from the past into the future. Now that this mountain of time is falling upon you and the realization of your relevance in the scheme of things has become apparent to you, you feel the urgency, the pressure to see through the wall into the outside. The coming and going through time is the only way – each time creating the circumstances for the future. The Gift of the Rainbow – the talisman that we wear to break through the silence and alert the memory of the heart.
“This place is rich with embroideries, with lies and daemons, with unconscious forms spiralling through dreams unknowing, risen from the surface attracted to reflections in which they merge. It is not a quiet place. It’s silence deafening. It’s darkness blinding.
“I am come to recognise you, as you shall recognise your self. This is all. Through the dark I see you as you radiate your pattern and awareness, I must come quickly then as the Golden Mirror opens, to whisper the seal and to protect the doorway with the sigil of your true name. There we meet with no foot touching ground, in the spaces between the earth and sky.
“When you awake, when you are reduced from this high place, you will see that the dead surround you, moving in ordained circles of repetition and you must move within the circle also, must place your feet once more upon the ground of the earth and work in it’s oblivion until it is your season. For it is not given to you to interfere with the schemes of the others, to penetrate their shields, to raise the Question within them. Each must be allowed their own time and place. However, the talisman can be seen by those who wear it, and though solitude is the way, you may touch the hand and heart of those who pass you on your way.”
from ‘Sword In The Stone’, by Ivan Nasruddin
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