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Booklet: Tara of the Oracles,
The Alchemical Twins Face the Fates
By: Olivia Robertson
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PORTAL VII: LIBRA
Rite 1: Outspread Wings
"To rise to the stars you need two wings."
TEMPLE OF ALCHEMY
PRIESTESS OF ALCHEMY (TO TWIN APPRENTICES, AIDEN & ELAINE): There is hidden within every being a spark of glory that would return to the stars. Many have ascended to the heights – and have fallen to the depths, the quest lost. To attain the heavens, we must bring others with us! We need to invoke the Holy Goddess Maat, judge of souls.
PRIEST ALCHEMIST (RAISES STAFF): Divine Goddess Maat of the Feather of Truth, raise us to our true being with your outspread wings! Be with us now.
ORACLE OF THE GODDESS MAAT
The time for the ascent is now. For long humans have attempted spiritual flight to attain the cosmos: and you have fallen. But each fall has brought you wisdom. For you have returned to the Holy Mother Earth, from whom you have been born.
The Holy Mother would have you leave her now, bringing with you Her seeds of Love and Beauty and Truth.
You, the human race have been appointed guardians of this lovely earth; but instead, you have despoiled it. Greed, selfishness and stupidity have led to planetary disaster.
You now need to return to the Divine Realms of the cosmos which encompasses every earth, all stars. There, abandoning pride and ambition, you must begin again, this time helped by what you have learnt from past experience of many earthly lives.
To fly swiftly, to rise, to extend, to plunge into the depths, you need to have two wings of Love and Truth. Truth is all-powerful: Love is omni-present. You will bring harmony, the music of the spheres to the earth. My feather of good judgement is within yourselves.
PRIEST ALCHEMIST: We give thanks to the Goddess Maat for Her Oracle.
PRIESTESS ALCHEMIST (TO ELANE): Elaine, you often find yourself overcome by emotions that hinder rather than help those you regard as victims! Are you willing to face the Trial of Maat of the Judgement of Osiris, and so learn to help others effectively?
ELAINE: I do feel my feelings change with every change of the wind! I see one cause – then its antidote! I long for good judgement. I will gladly undergo the ordeal, however severe!
PRIESTESS ALCHEMIST: So be it! (SHE HANDS ELAINE A TAROT CARD FROM THE MARSEILLE DECK) This is your passport. Describe it.
ELAINE: It is number VII – Libra – and depicts a crowned warrior seated in a chariot marked SM – Sun and Moon. The two horses drawing his chariot are coloured red - on the right - for sun, and blue, - on the left – for moon. This is Western tradition – I prefer the Egyptian portrayal of the male moon, Khonsu and a female sun, Sekhmet. However, I get the message! Easy to understand – hard to do – to balance my psychic vision with facts.
PRIEST ALCHEMIST: As you know, words are meaningless without experience. So find the Portal of Libra, in the Temple of the Zodiac. When you are in trance we shall be with you, but may not help you.
*** TRANCE JOURNEY ***
ELAINE: I gladly ascend the holy hill of the Temple! I am always happy within it. So I enter and honour the sacred flame of Vesta in the centre. It is not hard to find the Portal of Libra! It is next to the fiery entrance of Leo. Yes, of course it is different. I feel at home facing this doorway. It is surmounted by a painting of the Goddess Maat. Her protecting wings are folded round the doorway. She is like the Roman Goddess Astrea, who left our earth when Her reign of justice ended. She is to return at the end of the age. So mote it be! I draw aside a heavy grey veil and I pass through the Gateway. ***
I am in a desert. I feel this is in Ancient Egypt. Or is it nowadays? I don’t like the sound of a plane overhead. There is a smell of burning. I know this is Africa, because there is a distant sound of drumming. Or are these bombs? I see before me a shanty town, and I know what is there – huddled families – and children go out to get water and may have legs blown off by a landmine…
But on my right is a different scene. It is an oasis. I hear the sound of a harp. Some people are moving to and fro, but most are waiting before a mighty granite gateway. What is curious is that between the giant pillars – is some other realm of shimmering colours.
A stately woman in white approaches me. I cannot understand her language but I somehow know what she is telling me. I can either go and give practical help to the shanty town – or pass through the Gates of the Judgement of Osiris, Judge of the living and the dead. If I pass the Weighing of the Heart by the Feather of Maat on scales held by Anubis, the Guardian of the Mysteries, I may learn how to help the emergence of the ancient glories of Africa.
I find myself thinking – this is more like Aiden’s adventures than mine – now it’s my turn! I will cross the threshold – so may the desert flower.
I pass through the mighty gateway and my heart jerks uncontrollably. I am afraid. I put my arms out and expect them to disappear in the swirling colours before me. Instead I feel a flow of spiritual energy flow right through my body like water. I pass through. ***
I make my way through endless corridors and at each gateway I find I shed my earthly worries. I try to hang on to my anger at social injustice, to remember evil – to fight – my fear of deception. Oh! *** I am embarrassed! I am naked! I have shed every bit of clothing. But it’s all right – my body is made of shining coils of energy. I find myself thinking – I look like someone out of an AE or William Blake painting! I’m not a weak fluffy ghost – nor transparent light – I’m very strong and vital – my real self.
I hear the sound of a mighty waterfall – the sort I’ve seen photos of – the Victoria falls. Somehow I go through the falling water, and the last shred of embarrassment at nudity vanishes. I am floating over a beautiful, still lake that reflects a full moon.***
At last I see Maat! She is a starry figure hovering over the lake with Her outspread wings. I hear Her voice which sounds to me like the sound of flowing waters.
“My daughter, the spiritual source of the Nile of the stars comes from this mystic lake, replenished from the Mountains of the Moon – Mirror of Hathor, Goddess of Love. The waters pour forth from the Milky Way, milk of the Goddess Nuit, Mother of Isis and Osiris. See! The lake reflects the full moon. Now watch the rise of the Sun of Truth, the Aten, that sends rays of Light to all. The Great Ones of Egypt are reborn.”
I marvel at Her words. The mighty figure of Maat with Her outspread wings across the sky begins to fade into the stars. *** No longer do I see myriads of suns – but just one sun, ours. Thousands of planets vanish, for I only know our own little planet, the earth. I return to my friends – my home. *** I am back with you.
*** END OF TRANCE ***
ELAINE RETURNS FROM TRANCE DEEPLY THOUGHTFUL AND ALL AGREE SHE HAS EARNED HER DEGREE, CLIMAX OF YEARS OF HARD WORK. REPORTS ARE SHARED AND RAYS OF LOVE AND TRUTH ARE SENT FORTH TO ALL.
END OF RITE.
SOURCES: The Explorer Sir Henry Morton Stanley’s account of his discovery of the source of the Nile. “Egyptian Magic,” Florence Farr, Aquarian Press. “The Gods of the Egyptians,” Budge, Dover pubs. “Goddesses of Chaldea, Syria & Egypt,” Durdin-Robertson, Clonegal Castle. FOI Websites. “Anthology of Ancient Egyptian Poems,” Elissa Sharpley, Murray. “Melusina, Life Centres of the Goddess” Olivia Robertson. “Winged Pharaoh,” Joan Grant, 1937. “Mysteries of Isis,” Regula, Llewellyn. Marseille Tarot, 1748, B.P. Grimaud, Paris, 1930.
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