DRAGON 3 ( The Cobra.... sun in the blue sky)

The Blue Sky. Clear. Bottomless. Clouds. One by one. Solitary. In formation. Reduced to the simplest elements the Mind is elegant, expansive... eternal. The sky by itself. A field between the countless stars. When I was born I saw this way. My mind clear... cerulean... undefined.... limitless. I have glimpses now and then.... glimpses. The certainty I know.... the sky is always and always will be there... immutable... placid... in place. & in that vastness.... the Sun. The Source. The  compassion that emanates out from the certainty of the Will of the Creator. & what is the dragon then? The dragon is the living interplay between the vast emptiness of space and the boundless presence of the divine. That interplay takes place in the mind of an individual human...me for instance... you perhaps. It coils. It spirals. It turns. There is relationship. The serpent tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden. It tempted them to awaken to become vulnerable. To be liberated from the material world... to stop the cycle of suffering. This waking up is not easy. I am half way there... still nascent... water in my eyes... Orange sun in the blue Sky.

SERPENT

Of course the dragon is a serpent… a serpent with eagle wings & jaguar claws. I know what I know. I cannot grasp it, or contain it or own it. What I know to be certain comes to me in principles, in equations, in images. The dragon comes to me in dreams… an image of ferocity & power. I accept the vision. It tells me to be patient. To loosen my grip on certitude… to flow free. No possessing this knowledge. It is not fact. It is majesty. The dragon coils from the heart of the sun. I lower my eyes. The beauty is overwhelming……

Cobra

To dream of snakes is to dream of healing. Ask Asclepius. The cobra was the sacred symbol that protected the pharaoh’s third eye. The Ouroboros is the snake biting its own tail… the sign of eternity. The snake is the serpent that tempted the comfortably numb & naked Adam & Eve to enter into their true, vulnerable, fallible humanity. In the Amazon if a snake appears in your visions you are in the presence of the Divine. & of course a dragon is really nothing more than a snake with wings & lion’s claws......

DRAGON 5 (Cobra) ... DARK MATTER

There is no empty space…. wow! When I saw that dark matter… the web of energy that makes up the emptiness between galaxies… is almost identical energetically to the web that makes up our brain’s nervous system I was thrown back on my heels. The second principle that brings everything into alignment…. the whole is governed by mathematics…. complex geometric alignments. There is no chaos. There is supreme order. My mind awakened one little notch more. The Creation is perfect… elaborate, yet simple…. an exquisite machine of unfolding awareness. Brahma opens his eyes…closes his eyes…. opens his eyes…. each awakening a new Universe. I can breathe again.

WHITE TARA ( The Great Mother)

The spirit that never dies

is called the mysterious feminine.

Although she becomes the whole universe,

her immaculate purity is never lost.

Although she assumes countless forms,

her identity remains intact.

The gateway to the mysterious female

is called the root of creation.

Listen to her voice,

hear it echo through creation.

Without fail, she reveals her presence.

Without fail, she brings us to our own perfection.

Although it is invisible, it endures;

it will never end. 

VERSE 6 The Tao te Ching (Lao Tzu)

THREE ORBS in the DARK

& after the fire has all burned down what underpins the structure of the ether? Is it dark matter? Is it the void? Is it the voice of God? The voice of God is Silence. My explorations take me to the very brink of an emptiness so exquisite all that remains is my breath held at the verge of turning back on itself.  & it is in this tension... in the paradox... one vs two vs three vs the ten thousand worldly things that the understanding lies. I tease it apart like the components of a single atom. It must be held in this abeyance or else the fire that lies within the heart of the single point explodes outward like the fire-dragon of all that is. & it starts over...  like it always has & will. The still point & the coiling dragon....  burning & turning... burning & turning. Can I hold this contradiction up in the blue, blue sky of the Mind? I can. I will it. The centre holds.

SALAMANDER.... BORN OF FIRE

The myths of yore: Salamanders were born from fire. I imagine this strange idea comes out of the shape of the flames licking up form the embers like so many red & white & yellow & orange lizards. The real salamander is cool & wet &  often green & lives below rocks in the dew. Associated with the heraldic emblems of medieval kings, the salamander graced the flags of knights in battle gear. How does the imagination of man work?  No less fantastic than the imagination of the Divinity that creates all the multitudes of earthly form. The fire dragon that sprang from the furnace forge of my vision echoes the circle form of the Salamander on the robes of the Royalty in the Major Arcana of theTarot… opens a key in the chest of Alchemy.  All these are clues… mirrors as it were to see through the flame to the clear blue of day.