Aries 29. A woman immersed in healing mud. Transforming/Responsible
(Degree Angel: REIYEL (RAY-ee-YEL) Removing Hatred, Liberation)
TITLE: DEDICATION TO EXPERIMENTATION, or FEARLESSNESS OF ANY AND ALL RESULTS AND THE CHALLENGES THEY MIGHT BRING
You have a need to expose yourself to many different things, and to fully engage with whatever you contact. You have a great ability to simplify life by direct contact with the earth and earthly concerns, while never losing sight of the tremendous complexity of life. You know that getting dirty can be a good thing – a therapeutic thing.
The Chandra Symbol for this degree is “Dr. Jekyll drinks the potion.” No running away here, rather an embracing of the unknown and a complete willingness to try something just to see what happens. Of course what will happen is that the dark side of the self will emerge and eventually will be redeemed by being revealed, as we learn we are of the earth, but not prisoners of the earth because we are infinitely more than the earth.
Pleiadian Symbol: In voices too low to be heard a forest of trees are talking to each other. The need for great patience and receptivity in listening to one’s inner voice.
Azoth Symbol: Behind a wall a river is flowing. The need to intuit the flow of energy, or the shutting out of unwanted currents and drifts which might pull one away from where one wants to be.
Seed degree: Pisces 7. An open-air library, the books magically impervious to the elements. (Omega Symbol). Allowing nature an the earth to heal us we come into fuller and fuller contact with a timeless wisdom.
A candle burning. There is a ring of salt around it on the floor. (Chandra Symbol). If a strong spiritual focus is maintained and our intent is pure and clear, we are free to explore our shadow self.
Fulfillment degree: Leo 3. Walking down the street, a man passes his double. (Omega Symbol). If we are willing to see it, we find that our earthly experience provides us with a clear mirror of who we are.
A rickshaw. (Chandra Symbol). Intent on exploring the darkness within, we go to many different places looking everywhere in an attempt to catch reflections of ourselves.
She was fully aware that living was dirty business and like a flower she would have to delve into the thick of it if she was ever going to bloom. All the things that had disintegrated to make the soil spilled over the edges of her imagination, mixing with the rocks that had gnashed their gray teeth against each other to make clay, and the rain that gave it all smoothness and flow. It was a pleasure growing into it and up out of it, caught in the middle, which was exactly where she had planted herself.
In the ruins of the ancient city of Parzad are the remains of a wall that once encircled the city. This wall is no more than 200 feet in length, and once ran along the Mazaran River, which has since disappeared, as the spring which fed it has long ago run dry.
Visitors to the city report that if the stand by the inside of the wall, especially at dusk, they can distinctly hear a river flowing by on the other side. Through excavations archaeologists have found that it was near this wall that a temple to the Spirit of the Mazaran River once stood, where stood a Statue of her which has since disappeared.
It is presumed that since the dying of the city and her shrine the Goddess still dwells there, having taking the form of a voice, though the river and shrine have since passed away.