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d3 150 150 John Sandbach

Aries 3. A sacred mirror which is kept in the inner sanctum of a temple. Omega Symbol (Nadir) Manifesting/Receptive

(Degree Angel: SITAEL (SIT-ah-EL) Miracle Making, Construction of Universe/Worlds)


You seek the truth in its purest form. The problem is, you can’t take it in all at once – you need to allow yourself to grow with it – to let Truth evolve you. As your vision and consciousness expands, Pure Truth become clearer and clearer to you, as well as your ability to uncover and disperse falsity.

The Chandra Symbol (Descendant) for this degree is “The outer casing of the Great Pyramid being removed.” The outer is stripped away so that something deeper is revealed, just as a deeper aspect of the self can be seen in the sacred mirror. The urge is to look beneath surfaces, and to do whatever one has to do to get beneath the surface. This degree cannot be stopped by traditions, or by notions of what is proper, improper, or off limits. It goes to any lengths it has to to find out the truth – that is, to see itself – in that sacred mirror in the self’s inner sanctum.

This degree is tremendously direct.

Pleiadian Symbol (Ascendant): On Mars a great face the size of a mountain gazes into the night sky.  The ability to act and assert oneself in an utterly personal and direct manner that ideally takes on and reflects the will of the cosmos.

Azoth Symbol (Midheaven): An enlightened being in a cave is gazing out into the world.  To exert great influence through non-action, or actions which are grounded in the great cosmic silence. 

Seed degree: Aries 25

A man studying a sequence of random numbers. (Omega symbol). The random numbers clarify. We see their secret arrangement. It forms a picture of us which reflects ourselves and the true nature of our being

A great dragon asleep in a cave. (Chandra Symbol). To awaken the dragon we must strip away even the skin of time.

Fulfillment degree: Gemini 1

A naked man on an ice floe feels no cold. (Omega Symbol). We see ourselves shining in the sacred mirror and become our own sun.

Knots in a cord. They are a message in code. (Chandra Symbol). Stripping away the surface we are left with a pattern of events in time, a rhythmic sequence of knots. The cord is the self, looping and relooping in upon itself, tightened by karma into messages which the soul is compelled to decode.

Onega Oracle

The mirror had been made in darkness, for they wanted to maintain its purity, unsullied by any reflections. Keeping it wrapped in a shroud, people would hold it before their face and imagine what they might see, were it unwrapped.

Then images would arise in their imagination. They could feel the mirror beneath its shroud, smiling at them, in recognition.

“Yes,” said Serapis, I know that the Sacred Mirror was kept in the inner sanctum of the temple.  My question is, did anyone ever look into it?”

“The High Priestess told me no,” said Irnad.  “Even the ones who made it were blindfolded during its fashioning,  And it has never been exposed to light.”

“Though I have heard say,” said Volana, “that the mirror often appears to devotees in dreams, and shows them many things.  This is why they call it ‘The Sleeping Mirror,’ for it has never awakened to light, though it does dream, and in its dreams find those who thirst for it’s visions.”

Azoth Oracle

The statue of Drazeen the Gazer sits at the entrance to a small cave in a remote area of the Mountains of Arzan.  Pilgrims who go there wonder at its detail and lifelikeness, and wonder also what master carved this glorious work.

No one knows the truth, which is that Drazeen is still alive, being over 1000 years old, and, not wishing to communicate with those who visit his cave, and also sensing their approach, will sit at his cave’s entrance and turn himself to stone for the duration of their visit.

I know this because he told me so — not with words that come from a human voice, but through a whisper that only I could hear.  For stone can speak, but its voice is as faint as the light from those invisible stars that shine, unseen, in the night’s seeming void.


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