I am with Robert Moss in a room. We are both dreaming of books and practicing an exercise of going into a dream (inside the dream), to read a text and copy it while in a trance state, to our notebooks. In my dream I see a grid, like graph paper, with various Hebrew letters: Cheth, Resh, and Tau. I take them to mean, CREATE. I copy the grid down… then I have a plastic grid in my hands with lines of webbing between the squares. I can poke holes through the webbing. There is another large block of text, something in English which I want to copy but it is too much. I tell Robert it would be nice to have some shamanic drumming to aid us in re-entering the dream, but he didn’t bring his frame drum and he would want someone else to do the drumming while we journey.
The dream narrative, winds around to some other subjects. On waking, after writing it all down in my journal, I’m having my morning tea and checking my email. I’m Reminded by Shade’s lovely work on the Horus-Maat Lodge calendar that it is the New Moon. Also Aion’s post about the New Moon/Solar Eclipse and beginning of the Dog Days. The New Moon was in Cancer, and this made sense to me as I hand considered Cheth and it’s associations to the Chariot card, and Cancer. Looking at the letters from my dream I thought that perhaps Cheth, Resh and Tau could be a transliteration into English for the main letters in CHARIOT. In Hebrew there are no vowels after all. After I started uploading the podcast I danced and did the Rite of Children. It was joyous and filled with energy. I focused on sending energy to my Grandson, and also to a young kid I had seen in the library often who looked to be neglected, but also to all children everywhere. After the rite, I decided I would lay down and go into the Chariot card for a pathworking/meditation. I visualized the Thoth version of this trump and “became” the armored knight whom I saw as a “Guardian of the Grail”. In my visionary state I realized this armored knight not only guarded the grail from those who would misues its power, but also offered the grail to the destitute and those who needed to drink of its life. Later in the day I wrote the following poem musing on all this:
The Chariot of Creation,
is fueled by a Cauldron
a Grail whose Guardian
steers the whirling vortices of bubbling energy,
a Brew of Bitter Blood Born to Babalon
Drink and flood your mind with visions
of Cherubim prisms
the Eagle, the Lion, the Bull, and the Man
tethering the Mercurial Ba
Feathers on the wings of the rising Ka
soar upwards to the height of heavens
and fill the Grail anknew…
to complete the sequence I plan to do pathworkings for Resh and Tau, the Sun and Universe.