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Gemini 11. Rain falling on the ocean. (Omega Symbol) Transforming/Experimental

(Degree Angel: Haiyael (HA-ee-ya-EL) Prophecy and Parallel Universes, Divine Warrior/Weaponry)


The earth plane is made up of many little parts, which can often seem fragmented and chaotic. You understand innately, though, how all is eventually absorbed into a grand scheme – the play of creative intelligence. You have the ability to look beneath surface ideas and communications into the deeper messages always there beneath every aspect of life.

The Chandra Symbol for this degree is “A stag with golden horns.” Each drop of rain in the Omega Symbol becomes one with all others through merging with the sea. The stag has golden antlers, gold being the metal of the Sun and so the stag merges its highest center, its crown chakra, with the Solar power. This is a degree of tapping into higher levels of awareness as well as the depths of universal consciousness. The question is, what are you going to do with all this richness of awareness that you possess? It is waiting to be used for the lights purposes of healing and the spreading of love and joy – and its up to you to form the vessel of specifics through which to instrument this.

Pleiadian Symbol: Right before the museum closes a man hides in a painting. The creative breaking of rules for the purpose of exploring new realms. An intense attraction to worlds that seem at first inaccessible.

Azoth Symbol: A woman plunges into a river and absorbs its renewing spirit. A direct and impulsive urge toward renewal.

Seed degree: Leo 3. Walking down the street, a man passes his double. (Omega Symbol). Startled by a vivid perception of ourselves, we become aware that underlying our ephemeral separateness and uniqueness we are an eternal part of universal consciousness.

A rickshaw. (Chandra Symbol). Going so many places and assimilating so many experience, our head becomes heavy with the gold of meaning.

Fulfillment degree: Aquarius 6. Seeing a stone lion in a museum, a young girl asks her parents if they are at the zoo. (Omega Symbol). Merging with the source of life we come to see the aspects of our life that lack aliveness and/or which have becoming overly rigid or predictable, and are able to re-imbue those with new vibrancy.

A gardener with just one leg. (Chandra Symbol). Filled with glorious imaginings, we dedicate ourselves to doing the work it takes to fulfill our vision – no matter how difficult.


Each drop of water dies as it merges with the ocean, the soft shock of its dying awakening memories of other fallings from other skies, and awareness of all other drops of past and future dying their own deaths, each drop magnifying the death of each other. And through the falling rain the ocean echoes with a deep, barely audible sigh, a sigh of pleasure as the rain’s myriad deaths fill it ever fuller.

Azoth Oracle

Purana, alchemist of Aab, lives by the River Sares in a hut. She is spoken of in the ancient annals, and still several thousand years later sits on the banks of the Sares and wanders the remote woods. She never comes to the cities of Aab, and rarely does anyone visit her, for she is known to love solitude.

Several times Irnad has gone to see her – in fact, he is the only one known to have spoken with her.

“They call me a recluse,” she said , “but I am with others constantly, though few know it, and even those who see me in their dreams rarely know who I am.”

Pardon me, Purana, if my question be too bold,” said Irnad, “but what is it exactly you do?”

“I am the Sares,” she replied. “my course flows into the worlds of many. I seep into countless places. I flow underground. I bring life where life is ready to receive me, and wash away death. I enter the river every day, for I know how to allow its youth to fill me. And then, sleeping in my hut the course of my dreams discovers those who seek me, even though they may not know what they seek.”

“Ah, Purana,” replied Irnad, “You are a most wet wisdom to moisten the pages of dry texts!”

“You read me well,” she answered.

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