Aries 7. An old man admiring a portrait of himself as a youth. Interacting/Sensitive
(Degree Angel: ACHAIAH (a-KA-hee-YAH) DNA of the soul, Patience)
TITLE: VISION OF TIME’S FLOW
You appreciate the past and the lessons it continues to teach you. By accepting what has gone before without regrets your attitude helps others to take a more positive attitude to their lot in life. Your freedom from history and wholehearted embracing of the process of change teaches other people to love themselves more and to continually let go as they move forward.
The Chandra Symbol for this degree is “A double-headed eagle, the heads face in opposite directions.” The eagles signify power. There is the power of youth and naivete and the power of old age and wisdom. When attachments are let go of, all regrets concerning the passage of time fall away, for although something is lost, something else is gained.
This is the seed of Libra – the mystery of relating to our many selves unfolding over time, which is the marriage of past and future.
Pleiadian Symbol: After death a man sees golden filaments connecting his various lives. Perceiving the true nature of the greater self.
Azoth Symbol: Carefully sculpted trees and beyond them a tangled forest. The forming and directing of certain aspects of one’s life will allowing others to be natural and spontaneous.
Seed degree: Gemini 13. With each breath another new and unknown smell is detected. (Omega Symbol). Tuning in to the ever changing reality around oneself we be come aware of the panorama of our own history.
Garlic hung at the window for protection. (Chandra Symbol). Having overcome negative influences, one is able to access personal power.
Fulfillment degree: Libra 1. An apothecary shop in which herbal concoctions and other medicines appear as needed. (Omega Symbol). Through seeing how far we’ve come we come into an awareness of what we currently need.
A group of fat Italian ladies preparing bread. (Chandra Symbol). Being aware of the dualistic nature of power we empower ourselves by nurturing the power of others.
The eyes of the portrait gaze out, without seeing those far older eyes looking back at them. As if imprisoned in amber, the days of youth glow with a golden light, trapped in eternity. The young have no sense that they will ever age, and in fact, the version of them trapped in memory is timeless. The man gazes at himself as a youth and senses, vaguely, those countless other times he had been a youth, and the countless other youths he shall experience in the future. And whether old or young there is always present a longing, one that looks to the brightness of the future, the other to the brightness of the past. Until that day when the miracle occurs, and all days as if by magic, are absorbed into brightness.
“Why is it,” asked a student, “that the forests of Barzan, at the place just beyond the Estates of Chardath are so incredibly tangled, and are known all over Aab for creating so many strange and varied pictures from their tangles, that all travelers notice?”
“It is because, said Irnad, “of the gardeners who so carefully and perfectly sculpt the trees on the grounds of the Chardath lawns. The forest beyond becomes so aggravated by such perfection that a living chaos is born within it, and, as I have often told you, chaos is the Mother of Visions.”