The Western Gate

Again like Alice I follow the course, into breezeways far too narrow to fit or caverns to expanse to figure, yet my will allows me so, my choice and into those worlds I fall in dream.
I have for many years discoursed with figures that I was able to relate to, I have wrote of them, of Rumi and St.Jerome both born upon my birthday, Of characters from the world of Jinn ,Daemon, Goetia of long forgotten entities resurrected through the Attic where old loves were stashed away by tribes and peoples who no longer adored those Gods and Goddesses.
I tried to face my Holy Guardian Angel, and many the pretender entered the stage who by questioning and reason revealed their true nature, which wasn’t that which I requested, however wisdom and knowledge being so, the food was tempting and the wine was drunk and little did I admonish the falsity of the theatre which at first proclaimed to reveal the Holy Guardian Angel instead basking in the company of the wonderful deviants who crafted that ever crooked path for me to wander.
I was instructed, or should I say, suggested to consult the IChing. Why so?
” Are you not a Double Libran ? Is the Iching not the most favoured oracle that follows balance and equilibrium, therefore, a consultation with regards to the Guardian Angel, would be revealed, as balance and equilibrium are your nature.”

So I did and received K’an ~ the Abyss ! of course that’s where I’d find the Holy Guardian Angel, except that the fourth line was a changing line, and thus also read the hexagram as K’un. Now K’an (The Abyss) is the primordial water, the sea, and K’un is the lake, but here exhausted, run dry. The changing line states The wine and the bowl of rice are seen, these are offerings and sustenance. The oblations of the trial.
The traveller, sincere, persistent continues, their teachings, their knowledge disregarded by others, they maintain the journey. The ‘blockage’ the barrier, the dried sea, the barren. That which falls from above cannot be reached, indeed, above has fallen to below. It is downwards the seeker must quest.
With chalice in hand and the seed in a bowl, of grain and rice I wander into the Abyss.

In the heaven this morning I see “The Morning star” (Venus), she shines as magnificently as the Crescent moon. In sextile with the sun, the moon Is a horned crown, 2/3rds of its illumination/reflection in darkness. The Goddess arises as she rides from Virgo and to Leo, indeed now astride the Lion towards the crown. She carries the offering of the oblation. Into the Abyss below where from on high the lake is dry, the womb is barren, in one hand the chalice, and her other hand, the seed of earth rests in the palm as a bowl offering.

I am finally given an assurance from a guide in the astral realm;-

“That which is sought, as much as discovered is also birthed.”

And this last word, coupled with the barren lake makes for an unsteady path, always crooked, always winding……

(Continued ~ Dream Within a Dream)