Donna Carey, LAc
In our travels there were numerous examples of relinquished matriarchal culture present well before the patriarchy took hold. Echoes were found in hidden chambers, statues, cultures, and monuments. In the museums and temples in Malta, there were highly detailed statues of women. In Turin, Italy at the museum of Egyptology, Sekhmet clones abounded. All of these predated the pyramids. I was reminded of these lines from Yeats.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
In Level IV we discuss civilizational and astronomical and climatological cycles in context of Sumer and planet Nibiru, the eternal return, roots and origins. We learned interplanetary intervals and their applications for clearing a vast array of personal, familial, cultural, societal, and planetary patterns. We extended our conversations and scope in Sedna delving into civilizational patterns and examining the premise that linear developments of societies does not exist, that every culture contains the seeds of its own disintegration, that every civilization develops technologies and ideologies sufficient for its own destruction and sadly and inevitably makes use of that technology. The more advanced the culture the more easily it will be destroyed, and the less evidence will remain, think of Ukraine and Israel and the decimation now. We have the sonic tools to mitigate traumas, wounds that are so deep and profound (Chiron), to raise consciousness and respect for the earth and its creatures and processes (Sedna), to change karmic cycles and (Nibiru) the eternal return has the potential to guide us toward an upgrade to turn the cinnabar and lead of war into the gold of understanding and a return to a cycle of harmony of the spirit and to healing (Hygeia).
The song, Cathedrals, written by the Indi-rock band, Jump Little Children about a former bandmate, who left the group to join a religious cult, seems particularly relevant, the lyrics can be found on the internet, but I will share the first verse and chorus here.
Cathedrals
By Jump Little Children
In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, pieces left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric fence
Across the borders between continents
In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is
Do we want our children to jump and what kind of world and ideologies do we want moving forward? All roads, all arteries lead to the heart. We must examine our need to cultivate tolerance, understanding, compassion, and hope and to let go of grievances and despair, so that we are able to rise above the insanity, the cruelty, and chaos, and try to recover as Debra Kaatz states “the vibrant energy of the spirit.” She points us to the ideogram for the Heart, Qing Ling—sprouting plants and alchemists’ stove with cinnabar inside. This is the transformative medium that can change lead and dross into gold and the golden life of the spirit. “Ling is drawn as the rains of heaving falling into the mouths of three shaman women who are dancing between heaven and Earth.” These 3 treasures are the intermediaries, dancing and reciting incantations to bridge prosperity of the heavens and earth and humanity, through life giving gold of rain and nurturance. The heart is open to receive the deep and profound mysteries and transformations and to understand the vicissitudes of the world, of life, and to engage in the creative process of being a citizen of planet Earth, a universal citizen with all of the profundities and beauty.
I want share words from my favorite poet W.B. Yeats: A civilization, Yeats says, is a struggle to keep self-control. Only by discovery of the principle of exchanged life can we keep our self-control by losing it, and without losing it we cannot keep it.
But first we must know our self, only then can we fathom life’s infinite possibilities, set it free and trust in the choices made.