Title: FW: The Importance of Twilight, Related to the Pisces-Virgo Axis and Liminal Consciousness

This post below from Curtis speaks to some of what Mary Stewart Adams wrote in “War, Mars & the Divine Feminine” (forwarded by the other Jane on this list [via Storch] posted on Nov. 21 subject: Mars in it’s current cycle). Here’s an excerpt from that post:

“With Mars� movement through the heavens during the next two years we are afforded an opportunity to find a new way of responding to these events by aligning ourselves to the Pisces-Virgo axis of the zodiac, the abode of the Divine Sophia, the realm of the threshold.  We are challenged, we could say, to guide the Mars forces of war and conflict along the way of healing and compassion. This transformation of the Mars impulse requires the effort of the human being, for this transformation of planetary impulses must happen within the human being.  We are helped to understanding our role in this by the following words of Rudolf Steiner:

 
Stars once spoke to humanity
It is world destiny they are silent now.

To be aware of this silence
Can be pain for earthly humanity
But in this silence

There grows and ripens

What humanity speaks to the stars

To be aware of this speaking

Can be strength for Spirit Man.[iii] <mhtml:mid://00000023/#_edn3>

 

It is appropriate to consider Mars specifically in this context, for we know that Mars, in addition to being the planet of war and aggression, is also the planet of speech.  As war and talk of war rages around us, we might ask: what is it we would speak to the stars at this time, how do we do this, and how is this individual activity transformative for society at large? When we try to answer these questions, we actually engage with the Sophia, the divine feminine, for it is the activity of the Sophia that allows us to see through world events and find the solution to begin with, not in outer activity, but by inner vision. Sophia is the wisdom that sees through the world and enables man to comprehend the world.[iv] <mhtml:mid://00000023/#_edn4>

 

In this we must bear in mind that the first phase of Earth evolution was marked by greater consciousness in the physical world and was guided by Mars.  The task of our time, however, entails the conquest of the spiritual world and is guided by the impulses of the planet Mercury, ruler of Virgo, constellation of the divine feminine. Thus, our efforts to speak back to the stars entail our working together with the being of Sophia, in order to transform the Mars impulses of physical conquest into an inner activity of spiritual discovery, conscience and transformation.”

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From: Curtis Lang <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 10:40:11 -0500
To: Jane Sherry <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: The Importance of Twilight, Related to the Pisces-Virgo Axis and Liminal Consciousness

 THE HOUR OF TWILIGHT
 
     For the future we intend that at this hour the Mystic shall be at
 home, less metaphysical and scientific than is his wont, but more
 really himself. It is customary at this hour, before the lamps are
 brought in, to give way a little and dream, letting all the tender
 fancies day suppresses rise up in our minds. Wherever it is spent,
 whether in the dusky room or walking home through the blue evening,
 all things grow strangely softened and united; the magic of the old
 world reappears. The commonplace streets take on something of the
 grandeur and solemnity of starlit avenues of Egyptian temples; the
 public squares in the mingled glow and gloom grow beautiful as the
 Indian grove where Sakuntala wandered with her maidens; the children
 chase each other through the dusky shrubberies; as they flee past
 they look at us with long remembered glances: lulled by the silence,
 we forget a little while the hard edges of the material and remember
 that we are spirits.
     Now is the hour for memory, the time to call in and make more
 securely our own all stray and beautiful ideas that visited us during
 the day, and which might otherwise be forgotten. We should draw them
 in from the region of things felt to the region of things understood;
 in a focus burning with beauty and pure with truth we should bind
 them, for from the thoughts thus gathered in something accrues to the
 consciousness; on the morrow a change impalpable but real has taken
 place in our being, we see beauty and truth through everything.
     It is in like manner in Devachan, between the darkness of earth
 and the light of spiritual self-consciousness, that the Master in each
 of us draws in and absorbs the rarest and best of experiences, love,
 self-forgetfulness, aspiration, and out of these distils the subtle
 essence of wisdom, so that he who struggles in pain for his fellows,
 when he wakens again on earth is endowed with the tradition of that
 which we call self sacrifice, but which is in reality the
 proclamation of our own universal nature. There are yet vaster
 correspondences, for so also we are told, when the seven worlds are
 withdrawn, the great calm Shepherd of the Ages draws his misty hordes
 together in the glimmering twilights of eternity and as they are
 penned within the awful Fold, the rays long separate are bound into
 one, and life, and joy, and beauty disappear, to emerge again after
 rest unspeakable on the morning of a New Day.
     Now if the aim of the mystic be to fuse into one all moods made
 separate by time, would not the daily harvesting of wisdom render
 unnecessary the long Devachanic years? No second harvest could be
 reaped from fields where the sheaves are already garnered. Thus
 disregarding the fruits of action, we could work like those who have
 made the Great Sacrifice, for whom even Nirvana is no resting place.
 Worlds may awaken in nebulous glory, pass through their phases of
 self-conscious existence and sink again to sleep, but these tireless
 workers continue their age-long task of help. Their motive we do not
 know, but in some secret depth of our being we feel that there could
 be nothing nobler, and thinking this we have devoted the twilight
 hour to the understanding of their nature.
 
     GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL
--
"Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit."

- Kahlil Gibran



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