Issue No. 149 Lughnasadh, 2013
Published Quarterly Since 1976
Cover
art: “Mwe and Leesa” by Olivia Robertson
Aset Shemsu - "The Retinue of Isis"
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ATHENA:
ARCADIAN AWAKENING
X. ZIMBABWE
REFLECTIONS by Olivia
Robertson
“We are wanderers in search of our lost Heaven”
It was on a
misty Bank Holiday weekend – Sunday morning in June 2013, when a strange
happening brought my recent problems and speculations to an end. I was totally astonished – bewildered – at a
new beginning. It was so strange and
wonderful that I wish to share the experience with everyone.
It began
this way. The Castle grounds had been
full of delightful wedding guests who had shared in some Blessing in each part
of the grounds, to make romantic a registry office marriage. That morning I decided “to feel the vibes”
left behind by these visitants, lovely young people with lots of flowers.
Now I was
practising adjusting to stray people wandering round our gardens, where before
there had been none – just wood pigeons cooing.
I am a solitary stroller but felt guided to be friendly with every sort
of visitor. I was feeling very down to
earth, in jersey and trousers.
I spoke
briefly to one or two strollers in our Wilderness, where there is a lake with
an island, which borders the River of the Oak, the River Derry – the
Daire. For instance I met a tall fair
woman who cooked at the neighbouring hotel, and I said that she was very
welcome to come at any time. She
commented on the peace and tranquility.
I was now on the bank of the lake and saw someone else. I was a bit surprised at finding quite so
many stray tourists after eleven on a Sunday.
Most people slept late.
Then I saw
further on the path a very tall man wearing a long black cloak to his feet -with
a hood – I’m not sure whether it was up or not, and I think it was lined with
crimson. I thought ‘Good – I can have
another nice chat,’ and I called out “It’s good to see people walking here!” or
words to that effect. The man came
straight towards me – to a few feet away.
Then his cloak billowed out towards the lake and a huge oak tree – and
to my amazement he vanished by the tree.
I felt a silvery-shining tinkling all over my head.
I call him
“The Wanderer.” He had the dignity of
some mysterious King – a Shaman. I feel
I would not have seen him if I had not been friendly to all solitary
wanderers. I wonder what this apparition
bodes. I know he had Divine regality.
When we
align ourselves with Golden Flow, life becomes meaningful and blissful,
whatever happens in the world. We who keep in touch with our souls gain that
lovely communion with Spirit World. What
we enjoy is Vocation, so we know when we journey in this planetary labyrinth. I know that I am grateful that this happened
– in broad daylight – supplementing my usual visions and teachings which come
at dawn when I am half in my soul body – and it can be hard to come back.
A Druid
told me that before 2012 he and fellow Druids unblocked a tunnel leading to the
inner realm beneath Glastonbury Tor, and hence to Galactic Centre. Our Temple
was ‘unblocked’ late in February. Many
psychics say it has completely changed and brightened – there was a
silver-white flow through the window above The Well and brilliant warm colours
from the earth. Welling from the High
Altar and the two pillars before it, is a source of fire and black power which
turns into vivid and beautiful rainbow colours from The Mothers. My brother Lawrence described both. I speculate that the white power over The
Well is of Isis, and is of air, breath, and
the flow in our bodies through the cerebral-spinal system. The power beneath our Cave of the Mothers is
gold power and flows through the blood, the sympathetic nervous system, and
relates to Ra. The union of these two forms
create gold and silver orbs of power – Chakras of power.
Power
energy may not be seen as Divine but rather as power that translates this
energy to the Divine purpose. Terrible
cruelty and violence comes from misusing this power.
The
intention of the Fellowship is to unite the Divine Source, Love and Truth in
harmony. We try to unite these two
Divine attributers in the Holy of Holies, the Star Chapel, with no outside
walls. Ishtar and Tammuz, Isis and
Osiris, Vishnu and Lakshmi, Maria and Christ, bring this wholeness now
fragmented on this earth. We fight
subjection, domination, exploitation of humans, animals, birds, fish, reptiles
and insects of every species – all creatures of the Mother’s sacred elements.
I paraphrase Katherine Tynan’s poem
“The New Jerusalem” ….
“I stand before our Sun and Moon Gate, leading
to our Well of Truth, and say:
“The Temple of Isis
is Holy;
Her Gate is open wide;
All She calls may
enter; No seeker is denied.”
ARCADIAN AWAKENING
X. ZIMBABWE
By
Olivia Robertson
ALCHEMICAL RITE
PART ONE: THE NARRATION
“Two people leave each other in opposite directions.
They circulate the earth.
They meet.”
HOSTESS AND HOST in ZIMBABWE, HENRY
MWE. JANE LEESA
SCENE in a CIRCLE OF
TREES and STONES
In a remote valley
near RUTENYA by the RIVER MWENEZI
VISITANTS:
PATH GUIDE: AIDEN,
HELPER: ELAINE
ORACLE AND VISIONARY:
DEIRDRE
AIDEN: “Henry and Jane, you have sent a
message for urgent alchemical healing for a disastrous situation. Yet you are seated here calmly, with African
instruments and carved figures. Henry,
you wear European dress, Jane you are in African Clothing.”
HENRY: “Ah – we long to be like you two,
Twin souls, in harmony. We would prefer
to tell each our own story as to our desolate situation. We are poles apart.”
DEIRDRE: “You’ll only receive one Oracle, I
feel guided to tell, from no less than the
All Mother,
Nana Buluku.”
ELAINE: “Who will give the Narration first? Henry?”
HENRY:
“Not as my life is worth! Jane
would immediately say I was putting myself in the dominant role of male
supremacy. Already she resents the name
‘Jane’.”
JANE: “Let me speak for myself.
As the victim role is pushed upon to me as an aggressive feminist, I
shall submit.”
ELAINE: “This should be most
interesting. What are you if not
‘Jane’?”
JANE: “I am African. My
true African name is Leesa, which I found in one of your African
ceremonies. This is a useful ritual,
counteracting what I was brain-washed with when in the mission school I was
‘charitably’ educated at. They called me
Jane. I notice the boy ‘Mwe’ in your
rite fitted in very easily to be called ‘Henry.’
HENRY:
“I aim to win power by learning the white man’s sciences – not just to
protest uselessly like Jane.”
AIDEN:
“This is Jane’s narration. Leesa,
please continue”
JANE LEESA: “This was a typically ‘natives’ educational
establishment. They gave us no powers to
make money or love – no powers. We were
blocked in every passion, especially we women.
They put us in long shapeless garments called “Mother Hubbards” to cover
bare breasts.”
HENRY:
“If they had not – you would step out of their classroom and you would
have been raped in exactly four minutes.”
AIDEN:
“Henry, please don’t interrupt.
Your turn will come.”
LEESA: “I was deprived of all that makes a
true woman – our African religion.”
HENRY:
“We haven’t got one. Not a valid
one.”
LEESA:
“Our religion is based on nature and lost tribal customs. I longed to be taught the language of drums –
not a stupid catechism. The only book I
liked was Shaw’s “Black Girl in search of God.”
She found Voltaire – that was all.
But I delved into my natural psychic ability – that exists in nearly
everyone if it hadn’t been cauterized by mental rules and regulations.”
ELAINE: “How on earth did you come to work with Henry?”
LEESA:
“You can call it a dynamic occultism partnership.”
HENRY:
“More like a continual sectarian civil war.”
AIDEN: “What help do you want and would both accept?”
LEESA:
“I cannot continue with this perpetual conflict of our beliefs – or
rather his lack of any – and my feelings.
I lie awake feeling hatred that has no outlet. I suppose you call such a relationship ‘Love’
– though I cannot communicate with Mawe on any heart level. He makes silly jokes or clever remarks if I
tell him my heart’s longings.”
HENRY: “As these consist of day dreaming for some divine man from heaven or
UFO, some mysterious stranger of indefinable superiority to human men! Such a being leads her to wandering by the
sea shore, hair down, longing for a man from the stars. In the old days I suppose it would have been
some God or angel. But what I suspect –
this is a danger in our evolution. I read a book by H.G. Wells on the fear of
this danger. It’s called “Star Begotten”.
She hopes for a Super-child as in Bethlehem,
an Indigo, a star baby who will supersede me.
But this shall not happen. She
has very little practical brains. We use
chemicals to check weird children.
No. I despise her childish dreams, her talk of
psyche and souls, and the like, beyond physical, organic form. She needn’t think I despise the Goddess. I respect the Mother of All.
I too have
my dreams of the modern woman, very tall with long, long boyish legs, and a
sense of humour, which is more than Leesa has, and a Degree in Western
science. It is practical. Western scientists and financiers rule the
World. And I want to rule the World,
preferably in the United
States!
You may wonder at our partnership.
However, there is an area I am deficient in – it is Jane who has psychic
powers, though I am sure scientists will find an explanation for such
phenomena. There is one reason we stay
together, and I cannot explain this. I
love her.”
LEESA: “Yes, it’s funny, you madden me, but I am in love with you too!”
DEIRDRE: “Using my despised female psychic
ability, I can see plainly your aura class.
Leesa’s aura is a sort of fluffy pink, and Henry’s is an orderly
indigo.”
LEESA:
“What do you propose to do about it.
He’s all mind and I know I’m all feeling. Capricorn versus Pisces. Earth versus Air.”
HENRY: “Astrology is nonsense.
Ask any astronomer….”
ELAINE:
“To answer your question Leesa, as to what we propose to do. I should like to explain to both of you how
spiritual alchemy works. It is a basic spiritual truth to true Alchemists that
there is only Divine Energy in the Cosmos from Star to Atom. The One Eternal Being and Holy Reality to
this energy is Deity. Deity contains
both ethics and goodness in time and place, so everything has really
happened. Change comes through time and
evolution of Consciousness, becoming aware of this reality. Divine Energy is perfect in each individual
snowflake and in each star. Therefore
there is no hierarchy of importance; for God the Divine is all present in time
and space. Nothing is lost. Evil is transmuted by the Mother’s love and
wisdom.”
HENRY: “That sounds good but how do people evolve if it is all there?”
AIDEN: “As this evolution expands, the
wider the area that is comprehended, the greater and nobler the extension
through many lives and states of a being.
A true alchemist knows what is going to happen by remembering what DID
happen. Only the virtues of love, beauty
and truth are eternal. The rest – evil –
vanishes when it is recognised.”
LEESA: “How about our feelings of
individuality – our emotions?”
ELAINE:
“Without the humblest creature born of the Mother, the Divine Being
would be incomplete. Think of it all as a vast Persian carpet, our many life
paths. We only see a tiny part of the
carpet - as seen by those in Plato’s Cave in Greek philosophy. “All the world’s
a stage” says Shakespeare. We choose to
play in various dramas. Every folk story
or fairy tale has deeper meaning.
Shamans show the starry heavens as a picture book. We identify with Hercules – Ariadne – these
adventures teach us our own lives are projections into the wonderful eternal
divine pattern.”
LEESA: “I often have the feeling it’s all happened… That we are
here working through the mystery of the Unseen Lover. So many myths are telling us our inner
longings.”
HENRY: “This does explain why people adore epics and operas and
paintings and stories. We are buying
into the dramas of our own story. The
Gods are really our teachers who know more than us and are teachers of the
Arts.”
AIDEN:
“But we can also help the teachers remember it. Deities still speak to humans who will listen
and always have through Oracles, through the World religions. Let us invoke such an African Wise One, the
Mother Goddess Nana Buluku.”
ELAINE:
“Let us gather at dawn as the sun rises, here by the Holy River
Mwenezi.”
ARCADIAN AWAKENING
ALCHEMICAL RITE
X. ZIMBABWE
PART TWO:
DEIRDRE LIES ON A MANY
COLOURED SARONG
ON GRASS AT DAWN,
AROUND HER ARE
AIDEN, ELAINE, HENRY
& LEESA
AIDEN: “On the wide circling earth, on all the myriad earths and
shining stars, You Preside, the All Mother, Nana Buluku. Bestow on us your Oracle.”
ORACLE of THE GODDESS
NANA BULUKU
“We who are
Mothers know the secret of every heart.
For this cosmos is not made of only an interlocked grid of far-seeing
Shamans and thousands of strange creatures in every kind of earth. Wonderful as
are coloured stones and richly filled oceans and towering trees, and the
brightly patterned sky with planet encircling Stars, there is nothing more
creative and wonderful than hidden dreams!
Within every heart, whether it is the crawling hairy caterpillar or the
flying bats at night – within each is the hidden longing for the Other.
A butterfly
seeks the mysterious stranger as do the roaring animals in the African
jungles. The atom seeks its small solar
system as keenly as does a sun looking for its dark haven within a galactic
black hole. A black hole leads each sun to
Heaven as certainly as a baby longs to be born from within the dark womb.
There is
now boredom in the cosmos. There is all
art, music, architecture, that enshrines the omnipresent goal, the ideal – a
lovely person in a garden – the avatar – is incomplete each without The Other. Without the Other the most powerful life is
meaningless.
When you
find joy, love, vision, truth – share it with the Others. Then what you love with will increase
infinitely, for the Other is the Divinity you lack. Perfection is your goal – through the
Others. There is your hidden Gold.”
ELAINE: “We
give thanks for this Oracle, given to us through the dedication of our
Visionary.”
AIDEN: “Henry, I will be your path guide, if you accept me. Lie on this couch and enter trance state.”
HENRY: “I am well read in occultism. This is a form of hypnotism. I expect that’s it. I feel, rather sleepy. (LIES
ON COUCH AND SHUTS HIS EYE, OR RATHER ONE EYE.
THE OTHER IS WATCHING AIDEN.)
AIDEN: “Both eyes.”
HENRY:
“Oh, all right. This is a
scientific experiment. I choose to
cooperate.”
AIDEN: “Good. You are sleepy.”
TRANCE JOURNEY
AIDEN: “Henry, can you see with your eyes shut.”
HENRY: “OK.
But I just want to say about all this Other business, The Other should
be attractive. Don’t produce various
ethical virtues and a plain woman, or people.
I choose my Others. They must
have brains. Intellectual.”
AIDEN: “Ah, we’ve provided them all
right. They are as attractive and
intellectual… They are in the room in which you find yourself…by the way, this
is not hypnosis. It is the most powerful
projection known.”
HENRY: “You’re right there. Your technique is brilliant. The room is real.”
AIDEN: “Give us an accurate report of what
you experience.”
HENRY: “I’m in what looks like a very
up-to-date laboratory. Just the sort of
place we need in Africa. And surely here at last are the scientific
Western Others. There is one rather plain woman who is arguing against some
experiment she calls cruel and unnecessary.
Curious. I like controversy. Yet not one of them looks at me. Why?
Then I look down. I have hairy
legs. Outrageous! What has
happened? Is this a real
projection? I have thin hairy legs with
monkey feet. And I’m imprisoned in a cage. Remove this projection at once!
ELAINE: “Once the projection is validified –
it’s valid. You must finish it. You are a primate. Rather a fine one, doubtless attractive to
monkey Others.”
HENRY: “I still have my intelligence. This is one of those occult tests they tell
of, to access my intelligence.
Darwinism. I have to release myself
from this humiliating form by proving to these scientists that I am their
equal. I try to get their attention by
rattling on the bars in semaphore. They
begin to stare. Then I begin talking to
them. I say I am a human being, a
university graduate, and appear to be undergoing an occult initiation. Give me some paper and I will prove I know
differential calculus.
At least
that is what I mean. But it comes out in
monkey chatter. I try to impress them by
meaningful gestures. I have at last made
some impression…The woman defends me.
“Isn’t he
sweet? I suppose you will go through
with the experiment.” A young man near
her says “I don’t care for experiments on primates. But I was convinced by the argument that this
may benefit thousands of people through the proposed inoculation. Also he’s cost a huge amount.”
An elderly
man says “I’m sick of this bleeding heart business of the anti-vivisection
lobby. They ought to think of dying
human-beings. Let’s begin shortly.”
They wheel
my cage into a smaller room filled with terrifying instruments that make me
think of the Spanish Inquisition. Suddenly black fear overcomes me. I am terrified of torture. One of them asks. “Do we give an anaesthetic?”
Another man
says: “They could make the findings inconclusive. It must be no contamination with chemicals.”
I shake the
bars of my cage and begin to scream. I
cannot imagine any human would be as anguished and cry like this. My hot tears splash my face.
The woman
who was against the experiment tries to persuade them again. “Can’t you see he is absolutely
terrified?” Again they speak of human
needs. She is so repelled that they
threaten to make a gagging order on the spot if she “whistle blows” in
opposition, reporting them for cruelty to animals. She will be black-listed in her career, and
lose her considerable pension.
It’s
strange. I can look into her mind.
She realises the only way she can stop this torture is to kill me. She has no care for her career and
pension. She knows what is right. She says to me: “My poor friend, go to a
Better world.” And she plunges her
poisonous syringe into my arm.”
HENRY RETURNS FROM TRANCE WITH A
JERK, AND SITS BOLT UPRIGHT: "From now on, call me Mwe! Now are you going to get Leesa to project too?"
ELAINE LAUGHS: “Leesa has had her trance.
She projected into your drama through her telepathic gift – she has
empathy.”
LEESA: “Mwe, I love you. What I hope for is that you will bring all
your scientific know-how to our joint dream of building the Rainbow Paradise of
Nana Buluku, Ile Ise, the House of Light.”
REPORTS ARE SHARED AND THANKS GIVEN
TO THE DEITIES. RAYS OF HARMONY ARE SENT
FORTH.
Recommended Reading: “The Sayings of the Ancient One.” P.G.Bowen. “Teachings of
the great Berber philosopher, Maylo Meya.”
Traditions of the Yuruba Tribe of Zimbabwe. “The Black girl in her search for God.”
Shaw. “The Secret School”,
Whitley Streiber
Note: These Rites may be used for meetings of the
Muses Symposium and the Arcadians.
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