Archangel and Archeia of Illumination and Wisdom
Yellow ray
" Archangel Jophiel and Archeia Christine bring down the wisdom from the Godhead. They direct the yellow ray. This ray anchored in the crown chakra at the top of the head. The second ray beams forth to earth most strongly on Sunday. The Archangel and Archeia of the yellow ray focus their presence in their retreat above the Great Wall of China near Lanchow.
Angels and saints in history, art, and literature are pictured with a gold halo encircling their head. Even stalwart Christians recognize the yellow ray of wisdom through depiction of this golden halo. The Hindus recognized the crown chakra as a divine yellow seat of God's wisdom and illumination. Through this chakra we are inspired with higher knowledge and tap into the mind of God.
There is not much written in traditional lore about Archangel Jophiel. He is known as the angel of beauty, for his name in Hebrew translates to "beauty of God." It is generally believed that Jophiel drove Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden. Not surprisingly, Jophiel guarded the Tree of Knowledge, which played a crucial role in their expulsion from paradise. The metaphor for the beginning of the separation of man's thought from the divine was when Eve tasted the fruit of knowledge, thus breaking the "at-one-ment" with God.
When Eve bit into the apple she began to perceive both evil and good. The introduction of evil led mankind to forget what absolute truth was. Everything would become relative, and man could no longer distinguish absolute goodness from the good that is only good in comparison to evil.
So the mission of these twin flames is to illuminate mankind with understanding of the teachings of Christ, Mohammed, and all the other prophets and angels. The flames represent the phrase "I AM Light," which is a feeling that descends upon enlightened souls. Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth, and the light." In other words, he is saying "the wisdom that I bring you is God's wisdom and I bring it to you to use in your life."
Whenever there is a spark of inspiration toward spiritual growth, the angels of illumination are brought in to magnetize that fusion.
Christine, Jophiel's divine complement, acts as the shrine for wisdom. As the feminine complement of wisdom, she represents constancy, that which is steadfast and changeless. Often someone who is so lost in thought cannot focus long enough to translate all his or her great ideas into material creation. This person needs the balance of constancy. Many intellectuals need the energies of Christine to make them practical. "
- Angels of Love and Light (Linn Fisher)
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Two of Swords
Description
Two swords, crossed, have been thrust point down into the grass of a green meadow. A blue flower has grown over and around them, binding them together with it's viney stem. A white dove flies in the blue sky and mountains rise on the horizon.
Symbolism
In the system that underlies the tarot the suit of swords is usually related to the element of air, denoting the active process of the intellect. The number two is the first even number, symbolic of duality. The singularity of one is no longer alone. Two is the ying and the yang, the male and the female, the sacred marriage whoes product is the three.
Qabbalistically the two relates to Chokmah, the second sphere on the tree of life, and in this context the twos can be seen as the first true manifestation of each element. In the suit of swords this first manifestation is peace. The mind is at rest, ready to act when action becomes necessary, poised in an infinite momment of calm.
The crossed swords thrust upright into the grass, perfectly balanced in their symmetry, symbolise the idea of peace, of balance and of harmony. The men or women that might wield these swords appear to have forsaken them, leaving them standing for so long that a blue flower has grown over them, binding them together. The war is over, or it has not yet begun, peace has been made and hostilities have been averted, for the present at least.
The blue flower is a lesser periwinkle, a plant whoes medicinal properties include lowering blood pressure and staunching bleeding. Both of these properties tie into the idea of peace, as does the white dove that flies above them in the calm sky. Yet at any time the swords may be drawn free of the ground, the plant cut back by the withdrawing blades. The swords have not been abandoned, they have been left in readiness. The mind, assaulted by thoughts is rarely and briefly at peace.
The crossed position of the swords also creates the impression of a barrier, as do the mountains in the distance. This indicates that the mind can be imprisoned by it's thoughts, unable to move either forward or back. It is constrained until, achieving that momment of perfect peace and clarity, can soar as free as the bird in the sky.
Card Meaning
Peace, balance and harmony. Clarity of thought and of mind. That momment of perfect stillness when all becomes clear. The calm before the storm. Friendship between enemies.
- Aeclectic
Two swords, crossed, have been thrust point down into the grass of a green meadow. A blue flower has grown over and around them, binding them together with it's viney stem. A white dove flies in the blue sky and mountains rise on the horizon.
Symbolism
In the system that underlies the tarot the suit of swords is usually related to the element of air, denoting the active process of the intellect. The number two is the first even number, symbolic of duality. The singularity of one is no longer alone. Two is the ying and the yang, the male and the female, the sacred marriage whoes product is the three.
Qabbalistically the two relates to Chokmah, the second sphere on the tree of life, and in this context the twos can be seen as the first true manifestation of each element. In the suit of swords this first manifestation is peace. The mind is at rest, ready to act when action becomes necessary, poised in an infinite momment of calm.
The crossed swords thrust upright into the grass, perfectly balanced in their symmetry, symbolise the idea of peace, of balance and of harmony. The men or women that might wield these swords appear to have forsaken them, leaving them standing for so long that a blue flower has grown over them, binding them together. The war is over, or it has not yet begun, peace has been made and hostilities have been averted, for the present at least.
The blue flower is a lesser periwinkle, a plant whoes medicinal properties include lowering blood pressure and staunching bleeding. Both of these properties tie into the idea of peace, as does the white dove that flies above them in the calm sky. Yet at any time the swords may be drawn free of the ground, the plant cut back by the withdrawing blades. The swords have not been abandoned, they have been left in readiness. The mind, assaulted by thoughts is rarely and briefly at peace.
The crossed position of the swords also creates the impression of a barrier, as do the mountains in the distance. This indicates that the mind can be imprisoned by it's thoughts, unable to move either forward or back. It is constrained until, achieving that momment of perfect peace and clarity, can soar as free as the bird in the sky.
Card Meaning
Peace, balance and harmony. Clarity of thought and of mind. That momment of perfect stillness when all becomes clear. The calm before the storm. Friendship between enemies.
- Aeclectic
Friday, March 26, 2010
Everything speaks, including nothing
"More often than not is it better to listen than talk. Today's challenge is to hear what is really being said and to try to understand why it's being said. We can't hear or absorb much of anything with all the crazy mind chatter we've got going on. If you can quiet down all this worry, fear, mind frenzy, and to-do list that you've got going on, you'll be able to make forward progress. What is accomplished with all of this energy that only serves to make you spin out of control like a child's toy top from days of old? Spirit asks you to ask yourself what is it that has you so frightened and frazzled? Why do you think you're alone? Why do you imagine yourselves abandoned? Where is your trust and faith? Why do you attach yourselves to outcomes, rather than allow energy to flow? We're in a gigantic course correction that will ultimately bring us to much better results than the ways in which we view things now. If you don't believe that, you are in your own way. Let go of what you think you know and listen. Everything speaks, including nothing."
- Dyan
- Dyan
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Despre inimi
Se zice că odată trăia un om cu o inimă perfectă. Fără pată. Fără cusur. Se adunau oamenii în jurul lui şi se minunau. Nimeni niciodată nu a mai văzut o inimă atât de perfectă.
Într-o zi însă, un bătrân s-a abătut prin acele locuri şi a văzut mulţime mare. S-a dus şi el să vadă de ce atâta zarvă. Când a ajuns în dreptul tânărului cu inima frumoasă, mulţimea s-a dat câţiva paşi în spate, apoi a început să râdă şi să-l arate cu degetul. Râdeau şi se ţineau cu mâinile de burtă. Râdeau de inima bătrânului. O inimă chircită, ciobită, cu răni adânci, cusută ici şi colo. Unlele cioburi abia dacă se mai ţineau şi stăteau să cadă. Urâtă inimă avea bătrânul. Ce diferenţă cruntă era între cei doi.
Tânărul şi-a mângâiat inima frumoasă cu mânile-amândouă.
Bătrânul şi-a mângâiat inima ciobită cu mâini obosite, apoi a spus: „Ce inimă frumoasă are tânărul acesta! Dar n-aş schimba-o niciodată cu a lui pentru că el n-a iubit“.
Mulţimea a început să murmure. Îl credea nebun. Cine n-ar fi vrut o inimă atât de frumoasă în schimbul uneia atât de urâte!
„Cândva am iubit mult şi-am fost fericit“, a spus bătrânul mai mult pentru el. „Şi pentru că am iubit prea mult inima mea s-a rupt în două. Dar după un timp, am adunat cioburile şi le-am lipit la loc. Am iubit iar şi am fost iar fericit. Dar inima mea s-a rupt din nou şi din nou... Am tot strâns cioburi şi le-am tot lipit. Mereu şi mereu. Şi de se-ntâmplă să mai cadă cioburi, le adun, le şterg de praf şi le păstrez...“, a spus bătrânul aplecându-se şi culegând un ciob de inimă de la picioarele mulţimii. „Da da. Am iubit!“ a mai spus bătrânul îndepărtându-se.
Oamenii au rămas pe gânduri şi în timp ce bătrânul se pierdea în zare, au spus: „Ce inimă frumoasă avea bătrânul...“ Apoi au plecat şi ei, rând pe rând, şi l-au lăsat singur pe tânărul cu inima lui preafrumoasă.
Într-o zi însă, un bătrân s-a abătut prin acele locuri şi a văzut mulţime mare. S-a dus şi el să vadă de ce atâta zarvă. Când a ajuns în dreptul tânărului cu inima frumoasă, mulţimea s-a dat câţiva paşi în spate, apoi a început să râdă şi să-l arate cu degetul. Râdeau şi se ţineau cu mâinile de burtă. Râdeau de inima bătrânului. O inimă chircită, ciobită, cu răni adânci, cusută ici şi colo. Unlele cioburi abia dacă se mai ţineau şi stăteau să cadă. Urâtă inimă avea bătrânul. Ce diferenţă cruntă era între cei doi.
Tânărul şi-a mângâiat inima frumoasă cu mânile-amândouă.
Bătrânul şi-a mângâiat inima ciobită cu mâini obosite, apoi a spus: „Ce inimă frumoasă are tânărul acesta! Dar n-aş schimba-o niciodată cu a lui pentru că el n-a iubit“.
Mulţimea a început să murmure. Îl credea nebun. Cine n-ar fi vrut o inimă atât de frumoasă în schimbul uneia atât de urâte!
„Cândva am iubit mult şi-am fost fericit“, a spus bătrânul mai mult pentru el. „Şi pentru că am iubit prea mult inima mea s-a rupt în două. Dar după un timp, am adunat cioburile şi le-am lipit la loc. Am iubit iar şi am fost iar fericit. Dar inima mea s-a rupt din nou şi din nou... Am tot strâns cioburi şi le-am tot lipit. Mereu şi mereu. Şi de se-ntâmplă să mai cadă cioburi, le adun, le şterg de praf şi le păstrez...“, a spus bătrânul aplecându-se şi culegând un ciob de inimă de la picioarele mulţimii. „Da da. Am iubit!“ a mai spus bătrânul îndepărtându-se.
Oamenii au rămas pe gânduri şi în timp ce bătrânul se pierdea în zare, au spus: „Ce inimă frumoasă avea bătrânul...“ Apoi au plecat şi ei, rând pe rând, şi l-au lăsat singur pe tânărul cu inima lui preafrumoasă.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Seigneur...
fais de moi un instrument de ta paix,
Là où est la haine, que je mette l'amour.
Là où est l'offense, que je mette le pardon.
Là où est la discorde, que je mette l'union.
Là où est l'erreur, que je mette la vérité.
Là où est le doute, que je mette la foi.
Là où est le désespoir, que je mette l'espérance.
Là où sont les ténèbres, que je mette la lumière.
Là où est la tristesse, que je mette la joie.
O Seigneur, que je ne cherche pas tant à
être consolé qu'à consoler,
à être compris qu'à comprendre,
à être aimé qu'à aimer.
Car c'est en se donnant qu'on reçoit,
c'est en s'oubliant qu'on se retrouve,
c'est en pardonnant qu'on est pardonné,
c'est en mourant qu'on ressuscite à l'éternelle vie."
- St. Francis D'Assissi
Là où est la haine, que je mette l'amour.
Là où est l'offense, que je mette le pardon.
Là où est la discorde, que je mette l'union.
Là où est l'erreur, que je mette la vérité.
Là où est le doute, que je mette la foi.
Là où est le désespoir, que je mette l'espérance.
Là où sont les ténèbres, que je mette la lumière.
Là où est la tristesse, que je mette la joie.
O Seigneur, que je ne cherche pas tant à
être consolé qu'à consoler,
à être compris qu'à comprendre,
à être aimé qu'à aimer.
Car c'est en se donnant qu'on reçoit,
c'est en s'oubliant qu'on se retrouve,
c'est en pardonnant qu'on est pardonné,
c'est en mourant qu'on ressuscite à l'éternelle vie."
- St. Francis D'Assissi
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Naming the beloved
" The newly discovered part of him he is calling "Creative Self" or "CS" soon makes it clear that it is important for her to have a name - and she did not come with a name. She does not care what name he chooses for her, as long as it is not the name of someone he knows - so as to reduce the potential for anima projection.
He thinks of the name Sophia, knowing that it means divine wisdom, and has the vague sense that Christian mystics may have used this name for their animas. But he realizes that Sophia is far too formal a name for his Inner Beloved, who is very vivacious and playful, so he calls her Sophie. "
- The Inner Beloved (David J. Wilson)
He thinks of the name Sophia, knowing that it means divine wisdom, and has the vague sense that Christian mystics may have used this name for their animas. But he realizes that Sophia is far too formal a name for his Inner Beloved, who is very vivacious and playful, so he calls her Sophie. "
- The Inner Beloved (David J. Wilson)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wise Ones
What is a Wise One?
Wise ones are believed to be reincarnated witches, wizards, sorcerers, priestesses and shamans. They are often intense, with long, dark hair and "old" eyes. They may be eccentric and favor romantic clothing such as robes and gowns. Wise ones are most contented when they have rekindled their old crafts, such as magic, tarot, crystal healing, shamanism or herbalism.
Wise ones make excellent leaders and prefer self-employment to employment. Spiritual teaching, card reading, astrology and herbalism are ideal career paths.
•Are highly opinionated in a helpful way.
•Are fascinated with the ancient esoteric cultures of Egypt, Greece, Atlantis, or Mayan.
•Enjoy or have studied shamanism, astrology, wicca, alchemy kabbalistic healing or other ancient systems of healing and information.
•Are good at manifesting, intuition and healing.
•Have an aversion to the times of the Inquisition and witch burning
•Have an affinity for the elemental world.
•Are solemn, and serious.
•Are highly sensitive to moon phases.
- from Doreen Virtue's book 'Realms of the Earth Angels'
Wise ones are believed to be reincarnated witches, wizards, sorcerers, priestesses and shamans. They are often intense, with long, dark hair and "old" eyes. They may be eccentric and favor romantic clothing such as robes and gowns. Wise ones are most contented when they have rekindled their old crafts, such as magic, tarot, crystal healing, shamanism or herbalism.
Wise ones make excellent leaders and prefer self-employment to employment. Spiritual teaching, card reading, astrology and herbalism are ideal career paths.
•Are highly opinionated in a helpful way.
•Are fascinated with the ancient esoteric cultures of Egypt, Greece, Atlantis, or Mayan.
•Enjoy or have studied shamanism, astrology, wicca, alchemy kabbalistic healing or other ancient systems of healing and information.
•Are good at manifesting, intuition and healing.
•Have an aversion to the times of the Inquisition and witch burning
•Have an affinity for the elemental world.
•Are solemn, and serious.
•Are highly sensitive to moon phases.
- from Doreen Virtue's book 'Realms of the Earth Angels'
She's
“She’s cinnamon on the tongue,
and deep lung air,
the space between heartbeats,
and dreamless seconds. She’s
gravity and bent light, years of inescapable
regret. She’s a bruised tattoo and a muffled note
sounding sad negation, baby skin, and
straight flush vertigo; queen high,
aphasia, and too much wine.
The beginning’s whispered word and
insomnia. She’s finish line sweat
and denied kisses, dew wet roses and ropes
bathed in starlight. She’s candle wax and
burnt offerings, a razor wrist, the atom split,
lightning dance and a tear of joy. She’s a child
tickled too long and quivering lip.
She’s dragon chasing
smoke raised in prayer, a C4 bunny,
three to a match and a bullet;
to whom it may concern, sucking
chest wound heartbreak. She’s
crime in a $4 T-shirt and yesterday’s
shorts. She’s her smile and walk,
cricket comfort and lumbering grace,
electrochemical shock therapy. She’s
the fast right hand captured in unnatural acts.
She’s unclean thoughts, and repentance,
salvation offered only in darkness. She’s
the better half of a timeless equation, π
factored past infinity, an easy answer
to an impossible problem. She’s unknown
and unknowable, an unopened gift
gathering dust, another man’s name on the tag.”
- Christopher L Jorgensen
and deep lung air,
the space between heartbeats,
and dreamless seconds. She’s
gravity and bent light, years of inescapable
regret. She’s a bruised tattoo and a muffled note
sounding sad negation, baby skin, and
straight flush vertigo; queen high,
aphasia, and too much wine.
The beginning’s whispered word and
insomnia. She’s finish line sweat
and denied kisses, dew wet roses and ropes
bathed in starlight. She’s candle wax and
burnt offerings, a razor wrist, the atom split,
lightning dance and a tear of joy. She’s a child
tickled too long and quivering lip.
She’s dragon chasing
smoke raised in prayer, a C4 bunny,
three to a match and a bullet;
to whom it may concern, sucking
chest wound heartbreak. She’s
crime in a $4 T-shirt and yesterday’s
shorts. She’s her smile and walk,
cricket comfort and lumbering grace,
electrochemical shock therapy. She’s
the fast right hand captured in unnatural acts.
She’s unclean thoughts, and repentance,
salvation offered only in darkness. She’s
the better half of a timeless equation, π
factored past infinity, an easy answer
to an impossible problem. She’s unknown
and unknowable, an unopened gift
gathering dust, another man’s name on the tag.”
- Christopher L Jorgensen
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Judgement
Basic Tarot Story
As the Fool leaves the garden of the Sun, he feels that he is near the end of his journey, ready to take a final step. But something is keeping him from doing this, holding him back. He gazes up, hoping to find guidance from the Sun; instead he sees above him a fiery angel, beautiful and terrible.
"You are right," the Angelic figure confirms, "you have only one last step on your journey, one final step to completion. But you cannot take that step until you lay your past to rest." The Fool is perturbed. "Lay it to rest? I thought I'd left it behind, all of it," he says. "There is no way to do that," The Angel observes. "Each step wears down the shoe just a bit, and so shapes the next step you take, and the next and the next. Your past is always under your feet. You cannot hide from it, run from it, or rid yourself of it. But you can call it up, and come to terms with it. Are you willing to do that?"
The Angel hands the Fool a small trumpet. The Fool is hesitant, but he knows that this is a final decision. Either to go forward, or stay where he is. He blows, and the trumpet's song echoes across the sky, its vibrations seeming to crack open the Earth. From under the Fool's feet, memories rise. Images of his innocent youth, challenges, loves, failures, losses, success, disillusionment and wisdom.
For the first time, he does not try to leave them, ignore or forget them, but accepts them. They are, he sees, nothing to fear. They happened, but they are gone now. He, alone, carries them into the present. With that understanding, the memories vanish. Though they remain in his mind, they no longer have any power over him. He is free of them, reborn, and wholly in the present.
Basic Tarot Meaning
With Fire as its ruling element (or Pluto as its ruling planet), Judgement is about rebirth, resurrection. The idea of Judgement day is that the dead rise, their sins are forgiven, and they move onto heaven. The Judgement card is similar, it asks for the resurrection to summon the past, forgive it, and let it go. There are wounds from the past that we never let heal, sins we've committed that we refuse to forgive, bad habits we haven't the courage to lose. Judgement advises us to finally face these, recognize that the past is past, and put them to rest, absolutely and irrevocably. This is also a card of healing, quite literally from an accident or illness, as well as a card signaling great transformation, renewal, change.
Thirteen's Observations
Judgement is often a hard card to read; it usually signals just a big change, one that involves leaving something old completely behind and stepping into something completely new. Like closing the door on an old job, and opening the door to a new and very different career. But it's also about making a final decision, to take that plunge into the new career, to forgive your family, to leave an abusive spouse, to make a new life. To heal and renew. It's a very hard card to read, in part because it deals with very hard and final decisions. And it means facing something that most Querents don't want to face. You can't hide any longer, this card says, all the dead have risen and are out in the open. Face what you have to face; make that decision. Change.
- Aeclectic
As the Fool leaves the garden of the Sun, he feels that he is near the end of his journey, ready to take a final step. But something is keeping him from doing this, holding him back. He gazes up, hoping to find guidance from the Sun; instead he sees above him a fiery angel, beautiful and terrible.
"You are right," the Angelic figure confirms, "you have only one last step on your journey, one final step to completion. But you cannot take that step until you lay your past to rest." The Fool is perturbed. "Lay it to rest? I thought I'd left it behind, all of it," he says. "There is no way to do that," The Angel observes. "Each step wears down the shoe just a bit, and so shapes the next step you take, and the next and the next. Your past is always under your feet. You cannot hide from it, run from it, or rid yourself of it. But you can call it up, and come to terms with it. Are you willing to do that?"
The Angel hands the Fool a small trumpet. The Fool is hesitant, but he knows that this is a final decision. Either to go forward, or stay where he is. He blows, and the trumpet's song echoes across the sky, its vibrations seeming to crack open the Earth. From under the Fool's feet, memories rise. Images of his innocent youth, challenges, loves, failures, losses, success, disillusionment and wisdom.
For the first time, he does not try to leave them, ignore or forget them, but accepts them. They are, he sees, nothing to fear. They happened, but they are gone now. He, alone, carries them into the present. With that understanding, the memories vanish. Though they remain in his mind, they no longer have any power over him. He is free of them, reborn, and wholly in the present.
Basic Tarot Meaning
With Fire as its ruling element (or Pluto as its ruling planet), Judgement is about rebirth, resurrection. The idea of Judgement day is that the dead rise, their sins are forgiven, and they move onto heaven. The Judgement card is similar, it asks for the resurrection to summon the past, forgive it, and let it go. There are wounds from the past that we never let heal, sins we've committed that we refuse to forgive, bad habits we haven't the courage to lose. Judgement advises us to finally face these, recognize that the past is past, and put them to rest, absolutely and irrevocably. This is also a card of healing, quite literally from an accident or illness, as well as a card signaling great transformation, renewal, change.
Thirteen's Observations
Judgement is often a hard card to read; it usually signals just a big change, one that involves leaving something old completely behind and stepping into something completely new. Like closing the door on an old job, and opening the door to a new and very different career. But it's also about making a final decision, to take that plunge into the new career, to forgive your family, to leave an abusive spouse, to make a new life. To heal and renew. It's a very hard card to read, in part because it deals with very hard and final decisions. And it means facing something that most Querents don't want to face. You can't hide any longer, this card says, all the dead have risen and are out in the open. Face what you have to face; make that decision. Change.
- Aeclectic
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Little gidding
"(...)
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."
- T.S. Eliot
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."
- T.S. Eliot
Friday, March 5, 2010
Justice
Symbolism
Pillars: To pass through the gates that separate day and night, you have to pass Justice guarding the threshold.
Blindfold:
Rules never on the base of appearance and cannot be fooled by illusions.
Heart:
Stands for the moral responsibility and conscience that keeps Justice from being merciless and also for the ability to see the core of the matter, regardless of outward appearance.
Sword:
The sword symbolizes both ratio and the power to separate good from evil, reality from illusions, positive from negative - in an impartial and controlled way. The sword points upward to symbolize guidance from above.
Judicial text:
Justice acts upon a codex which must be public to prevent corruption and arbitrariness.
Purple gown:
Corresponds to the crown chakra to emphasize the peak of spiritual development. Red background: As in the RWS, red stands for taking action that will have an impact in the material world.
Card Meaning
Quote::"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye." -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry-
(Aeclectic)
Pillars: To pass through the gates that separate day and night, you have to pass Justice guarding the threshold.
Blindfold:
Rules never on the base of appearance and cannot be fooled by illusions.
Heart:
Stands for the moral responsibility and conscience that keeps Justice from being merciless and also for the ability to see the core of the matter, regardless of outward appearance.
Sword:
The sword symbolizes both ratio and the power to separate good from evil, reality from illusions, positive from negative - in an impartial and controlled way. The sword points upward to symbolize guidance from above.
Judicial text:
Justice acts upon a codex which must be public to prevent corruption and arbitrariness.
Purple gown:
Corresponds to the crown chakra to emphasize the peak of spiritual development. Red background: As in the RWS, red stands for taking action that will have an impact in the material world.
Card Meaning
Quote::"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye." -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry-
(Aeclectic)
De ce tipam
"Intr-o zi,un intelept puse urmatoarea intrebare discipolilor sai:
-De ce tipa oamenii cand sunt suparati?
-Tipam deoarece ne pierdem calmul,zise unul dintre ei.
-Dar de ce sa tipi, atunci cand cealalta persoana e chiar langa tine? inreba din nou inteleptul
-Pai,tipam ca sa fim siguri ca celalalt ne aude,incerca un alt discipol.
Maestrul intreba din nou:
-Totusi,nu s-ar putea sa vorbim mai incet, cu voce joasa?
Nici unul dintre raspunsurile primite nu-l multumi pe intelept. Atunci el ii lamuri:
-Stiti de ce tipam unul la altul cand suntem suparati? Adevarul e ca, atunci cand doua persoane se cearta, inimile lor se distanteaza foarte mult. Pentru a acoperi aceasta distanta,ei trebuie sa strige, ca sa se poata auzi unul pe celalalt. Cu cat sunt mai suparati,cu atat mai tare trebuie sa strige,din cauza distantei si mai mari.
Pe de alta parte, ce se petrece atunci cand doua fiinte sunt indragostite? Ele nu tipa deloc. Vorbesc incetisor,suav. De ce? Fiindca inimile lor sunt foarte apropiate. Distanta dintre ele este foarte mica. Uneori, inimile lor sunt atat de aproape, ca nici nu mai vorbesc,doar soptesc,murmura. Iar atunci cand iubirea e si mai intensa, nu mai e nevoie nici macar sa sopteasca, ajunge doar sa se priveasca si inimile lor se inteleg. Asta se petrece atunci cand doua fiinte care se iubesc, au inimile apropiate.
In final,inteleptul concluziona, zicand:
-Cand discutati, nu lasati ca inimile voastre sa se separe una de cealalta,nu rostiti cuvinte care sa va indeparteze si mai mult, caci va veni o zi in care distanta va fi atat de mare, incat inimile voastre nu vor mai gasi drumul de intoarcere."
-De ce tipa oamenii cand sunt suparati?
-Tipam deoarece ne pierdem calmul,zise unul dintre ei.
-Dar de ce sa tipi, atunci cand cealalta persoana e chiar langa tine? inreba din nou inteleptul
-Pai,tipam ca sa fim siguri ca celalalt ne aude,incerca un alt discipol.
Maestrul intreba din nou:
-Totusi,nu s-ar putea sa vorbim mai incet, cu voce joasa?
Nici unul dintre raspunsurile primite nu-l multumi pe intelept. Atunci el ii lamuri:
-Stiti de ce tipam unul la altul cand suntem suparati? Adevarul e ca, atunci cand doua persoane se cearta, inimile lor se distanteaza foarte mult. Pentru a acoperi aceasta distanta,ei trebuie sa strige, ca sa se poata auzi unul pe celalalt. Cu cat sunt mai suparati,cu atat mai tare trebuie sa strige,din cauza distantei si mai mari.
Pe de alta parte, ce se petrece atunci cand doua fiinte sunt indragostite? Ele nu tipa deloc. Vorbesc incetisor,suav. De ce? Fiindca inimile lor sunt foarte apropiate. Distanta dintre ele este foarte mica. Uneori, inimile lor sunt atat de aproape, ca nici nu mai vorbesc,doar soptesc,murmura. Iar atunci cand iubirea e si mai intensa, nu mai e nevoie nici macar sa sopteasca, ajunge doar sa se priveasca si inimile lor se inteleg. Asta se petrece atunci cand doua fiinte care se iubesc, au inimile apropiate.
In final,inteleptul concluziona, zicand:
-Cand discutati, nu lasati ca inimile voastre sa se separe una de cealalta,nu rostiti cuvinte care sa va indeparteze si mai mult, caci va veni o zi in care distanta va fi atat de mare, incat inimile voastre nu vor mai gasi drumul de intoarcere."
Thursday, March 4, 2010
A.N.G.E.L.
Just like a shadow
I'll be beside you
I'll be your comfort
And let it guide you home
I will provide you a place of shelter
I want a be your zone
I'll act as if you do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
Who will never promise to leave her man
Making vows to please her man
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gonna be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
Just like the moon
I'll step beside
And let your sun shine
While I follow behind
Cause baby what ya got
It is with all the props
With everything I'm not
I'll act as if you do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
Who will never promise to leave her man
Making vows to please her man
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gonna be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
Tell me why there's so many good men
Men in the world misunderstood
He's a dog, he's no good
I wish somebody would
Disrespect my man
You're gonna have to come see me
I go hard for my baby
He's all that I need
So if you got a good one
Put your hands up,
Come on girl and stand up
Go ahead lift your man up
Get up
If you got a good one, put your hands up
Go ahead lift your man up
Get up
If you got a good one, stand up
Come on girl, and stand up
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gonna be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
I'll be beside you
I'll be your comfort
And let it guide you home
I will provide you a place of shelter
I want a be your zone
I'll act as if you do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
Who will never promise to leave her man
Making vows to please her man
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gonna be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
Just like the moon
I'll step beside
And let your sun shine
While I follow behind
Cause baby what ya got
It is with all the props
With everything I'm not
I'll act as if you do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
Who will never promise to leave her man
Making vows to please her man
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gonna be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
Tell me why there's so many good men
Men in the world misunderstood
He's a dog, he's no good
I wish somebody would
Disrespect my man
You're gonna have to come see me
I go hard for my baby
He's all that I need
So if you got a good one
Put your hands up,
Come on girl and stand up
Go ahead lift your man up
Get up
If you got a good one, put your hands up
Go ahead lift your man up
Get up
If you got a good one, stand up
Come on girl, and stand up
If I could be your angel
Your angel, Your angel
Protect you from the pain
I'll keep you safe from danger
You'll never hurt again
I'll be your a.n.g.e.l
I'm gonna be your a.n.g.e.l
I'll be your angel
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine;
we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne
We two hae paidled i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne
And here's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
- Robert Burns
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine;
we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne
We two hae paidled i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne
And here's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
- Robert Burns
Monday, March 1, 2010
The Secret Garden
"When Mary found this garden it looked quite dead," the orator proceeded. "Then something began pushing things up out of the soil and making things out of nothing. One day things weren't there and another they were. I had never watched things before and it made me feel very curious. Scientific people are always curious and I am going to be scientific. I keep saying to myself, 'What is it? What is it?' It's something. It can't be nothing! I don't know its name so I call it Magic. I have never seen the sun rise but Mary and Dickon have and from what they tell me I am sure that is Magic too. Something pushes it up and draws it. Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something were pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden—in all the places. The Magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man. I am going to make the scientific experiment of trying to get some and put it in myself and make it push and draw me and make me strong. I don't know how to do it but I think that if you keep thinking about it and calling it perhaps it will come. Perhaps that is the first baby way to get it. When I was going to try to stand that first time Mary kept saying to herself as fast as she could, 'You can do it! You can do it!' and I did. I had to try myself at the same time, of course, but her Magic helped me—and so did Dickon's. Every morning and evening and as often in the daytime as I can remember I am going to say, 'Magic is in me! Magic is making me well! "
- Frances Burnett (The Secret Garden)
p.s. Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe. - St. Augustine
- Frances Burnett (The Secret Garden)
p.s. Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe. - St. Augustine
No ceiling
Comes the morning
When I can feel
That there's nothing left to be concealed
Moving on a scene surreal
No, my heart will never, will never be far from here
Sure as I am breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh
I leave here believing more than I had
And there's a reason I'll be, a reason I'll be back
As I walk the hemisphere
I got my wish to up and disappear
I've been wounded, I've been healed
Now for landing I've been, for landing I've been cleared
Sure as I am breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh
I leave here believing more than I had
This love has got no ceiling.
- Eddie Vedder
When I can feel
That there's nothing left to be concealed
Moving on a scene surreal
No, my heart will never, will never be far from here
Sure as I am breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh
I leave here believing more than I had
And there's a reason I'll be, a reason I'll be back
As I walk the hemisphere
I got my wish to up and disappear
I've been wounded, I've been healed
Now for landing I've been, for landing I've been cleared
Sure as I am breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh
I leave here believing more than I had
This love has got no ceiling.
- Eddie Vedder
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