Taurus 3. A woman at a crossroads. She buries something and then prays. (Omega Symbol) Manifesting/Receptive
(Degree Angel: Yehuiah (yay-Hoo-ee-YAH) Revealing the Dark Side, Subordination to Higher Order)
Title: EXPANDING INTEGRATION
You are intent on creating change in life, of finding ways of turning around unfulfilling situations and finding ways out of old, set patterns, so that a higher vibration is attained, and a new level of consciousness achieved. You instinctively know how to attune to energies that can help and guide you to achieve your ends.
The Chandra Symbol for this degree is “A sleepwalker.” The crossroads is present – the place where the roads of past and future meet. There we always are, and what we are burying there is the karma we are creating in that moment. We pray that that karma is light-filled. The sleepwalker is at the nexus where waking and sleeping meet – where dreams meet the outer. We are all sleepwalkers – playing out our dreams until, eventually we enter the Perfect Awakening.
Pleidian Symbol:The last few steps to the top of a hill opens a vision of an ocean far below. Instinctive movement toward revelation.
Azoth Symbol: People seeking the Garden of Love. Knowing that perfect fulfillment exists, and the constant quest for it.
Seed degree: Aries 26. A man studying a random sequence of numbers. (Omega Symbol). The man and the pattern of numbers are the roads that cross each other. Their gifts are mutually exchanged.
A man in the moon smiling. (Chandra Symbol). The smiles wake the sleepwalker’s feet. Curious, they go to seek the hidden joys of the night.
Fulfillment degree: Sagittarius 3. No one is sure if the journey has ended. (Omega Symbol). The woman has given a gift to the crossroads for its gift of meeting. Intently, she listens. Which direction calls her now?
Clouds overhead seen in a reflecting pool. (Chandra Symbol). The sleepwalker looks into the ground and sees the sky. “Are the clouds your face?” she asks. “No, they’re yours,” says the sky.
The cross roads, where for a moment, two roads are the same, touching there for as long as the roads will live.
A woman is digging at the cross roads.
She buries a candle there, and though we can’t see it the candle continues to burn underground, secretly lighting the way for future travelers.
There was a myth in Aab concerning a garden of love, called Verania. Some said it was but a fable, but some historians and antiquarians said it was real, and was to be found in the Western Sea. When Taresh Amuz, a seer famed for his ability to locate far places led sailors on a voyage across the Western Sea he was asked by the captain if he could take them to this garden. He answered “yes” and steered them for many days toward the south.
“There it is,” he said, pointing to an island on the horizon. As the sailors approached it they realized it was only a desolate place of dark, jagged rocks surrounded on all sides by high unscalable cliffs.
“This is no garden!” said the captain.
“In fact” answered Amuz, “it is the center of the world, the most holy of all places. It’s emanations permeate the world we know, and even one’s we don’t. But we are meant to give and receive its power, and not dwell, isolated and alone, at its center. Like love itself, it is selfless.”