Page 8 - SEXUAL ALCHEMY
Did you think I had given up on reading fiction? Surprise! I just finished
the last Lovejoy book, by Jonathan Gash. These are my favorite books that I
have been meaning to tell you about. They're mysteries about antiques, and I
know how you love antiques. You and Lovejoy are so much alike. He went out of
business too, the way you did and for the same reason. You would buy anything
anyone brought you and refuse to sell anything anyone wanted to buy. Ya'll are
collectors, not dealers, although Lovejoy tries a little harder than you did to
sell something. Made for each other! And it also gives me great pleasure to
hobble you by quoting from one of your favorite writers, Rita Mae Brown, who
says, in her writer's manual
Starting From Scratch, "If people refrain from
telling what they know, how long before they actively lie? Is there not a
subtle and corrosive connection between withholding the truth and lying?" With
that in mind, here goes.
I am happy to inform you that there is sex in the afterlife. If people
were really honest about it, how many would admit they would prefer to go to a
heaven where there's sex? Here's the deal, as I understand it, and this
only represents my experience. My Heavenly Partners are invisible and they
seem incorporeal, but they still have bodies and they have the ability and
sense of touch. They can touch me on the inside and the outside. I have found
a lot of literature about this sexual alchemy, but most of which is cryptic in
the extreme. The way the literature is designed to work, unless you are in the
this process you cannot ever appreciate the written words about it. But I will
show them to you, anyway. Of sexual alchemy, Basil Valentine in his Twelve
Keys says in his "ambiguous commentary on the 5th key:"
"Moreover, as iron has its magnet which draws it with the invisible bonds of
love, so our gold has its magnet, vis., the first Matter of the great Stone. If
you understand these my words, you are richer and more blessed than the whole
See, I understand that completely but I also know there's no way I can explain
to you what it means. And it is saying more to me that I'm willing to explain,
and that's Alchemy, through and through. No one involved in it will ever tell
you the deepest secrets of it. Asclepius, about 300 CE, writes:
"Therefore the mystery of intercourse is performed in secret, in order that the
two sexes might not disgrace themselves in front of many who do not experience
that reality. For each of them (the sexes) contributes its begetting. For if
it happens in the presence of those who do not understand the reality, (it is)
laughable and unbelievable. And, moreover, they are holy mysteries, of both
words and deeds because not only are they not heard but also they are not seen."
I believe fully that sexual alchemy is the key to my spiritual union with the
Heavenly Partners. Sexual alchemy is like the spiritual equivalent of Tantra
Yoga. It involves Swadhisthana chakra, by which our minds become fused. I
think this is possibly the meaning of the symbols of fusion on Guede's coat. I
think it is because of this fusion with the partners that I can see the hidden
realities and visit the nonspatial realms of the Heavenly Partners. I think
the Maya knew this spirit world as Otherworld, so it has many names depending
upon the cultural perspective. Otherworld is a very good name for it. My
partners and I have overcome the dimensional barriers of time and space to
enjoy an expanded life together.
It's funny to me, but the entire world thinks sex and orgasm are all about
making babies. I think most people have missed out on this higher function
that involves the chakra system and the stimulation of Swadhisthana chakra at
the genital region. This is the chakra that the disciples of Tantra Yoga
concentrate on. They say that all alchemy stems from their religion. I think
they are right. With the world's overpopulation, now would be a good time to
learn a new use for our sexual energy.
The ancient, oriental alchemists said the partners are "inner plane beings,"
and that they are the result of an internal alchemical process that manifests
them. The process involves the psychic energy centers of the physical body and
begins with a blinding white light and the taste of ambrosia. You can imagine
how glad I am to be finding information like this! In the inner alchemical
laboratory of my subtle body, the circulation of energy begins when the
Swadhisthana chakra is stimulated, releasing ching or sexual energy. Ching
combines with chi, at the heart region. Finally, Ching and chi meet with shen
in the head. When this happens, the "ambrosia flows like saliva in the mouth"
and the "gold and silver lights" are seen. The psychic inner lights of the
Heavenly Partners, now manifest, can always be seen. Alice Bailey called experiencing the guides on the outside of the self
"externalization of the hierarchy."
I have collected some good illustrations of the Heavenly Partners as depicted
by various cultures at various times, and I will describe them to you. The
Toltecs symbolized the partner as the "Smoking Mirror" at the back of the head
of the Toltec god Xipe Totec. Near this area is the fontanelle/soft spot at
the top of the head, which the shamans say is the entrance-exit point of Spirit,
by which they mean how the partners go in and out of me.
The Statue of Prudence at the tomb of Francois II in Nantes Cathedral shows the
Divine Androgyny, which I interpret to be the Heavenly Partner and the human
being. The statue shows an old man residing at the back of the head of a young
woman. For the Taoist alchemists in China, Shau-lao is Tao god of longevity,
who gets to a very old age by the healing powers of alchemy. They also believe
alchemy brings the reward of immortality. Shau-lao is wearing a Heavenly
Partner on the top of his head, and the partner looks just like the magical
flying dog in the movie, "The Neverending Story."
In modern Christian lore, the
Heavenly Partners are depicted as the Doves of the Holy Spirit. The dove is
shown descending to a chalice and paten, a symbolism also used by the Gnostic
Catholic Church. The Dove descends to Jesus on the Jesse Tree. The Dove of the Holy Spirit descends in modern Hermeticism. The dove is seen descending on the Tarot card Ace of Cups (Water, Ace of Hearts). This dove-as-spirit symbol is like the hawk-as-spirit of Horus. The Pharaoh Kephren
believed his Heavenly Partner was the supernal Horus, son of Isis and Osiris.
The most famous image of Kephren shows the Horus hawk residing at the back of
his head, sitting right on that chakra. The dove sits on the crown chakra in an image from "Spirit Speaks" magazine.
When the Heavenly Partner or Holy Spirit merges with the individual and resides
in the head, seven gifts are conferred upon the individual, symbolized by the
seven points of the heptagram. From Olde England, the gifts are:
ye gifte of Wisdom
ye gifte of Pite
ye gifte of Strength
ye gifte of Consaill
ye gifte of Understandynge
ye gifte of Connynge
ye gifte of Dreede
My researches have taken me to Feng Shui, the Chinese Art of Placement, and
I've discovered a well-kept secret about Feng Shui having to do with "mirror
image reversal." To know about the reversal is to know about the secret
knowledge of the Feng Shui masters. I think my research of China has awakened
for me a past life memory. It happened in a dream.
My Past Life as Chinese Girl, Lin Po
One night, after a long day of researching China, I dreamed I was Chinese girl,
Lin Po. I lived in a poor village somewhere in China. We were starving and we
were all standing in line to get a goose. The Red Guard herded hundreds of
white geese into a fenced-in compound, where we could look through the fence
and point at the goose that we wanted. By the time I got up to the fence to
get my goose, the Red Guard went on break on a blistering hot day. They didn't
water the geese at all, and the precious geese were slowly dying. Through the
fence I watched them fall, one by one, but I couldn't say anything about it or
the Red Guard on the other side of the fence might hurt me. Then, I realized I
was dreaming and all I had to do was go och chan (invisible) and walk through
the fence, like they taught me to do, and water the geese. Just as I thought
to do it, a Red Guard holding a rifle appeared on the other side of the fence.
I looked at him closely and, although he looked Chinese, I knew he was my
partner. I decided to leap over the fence, karate-kick him down, take his
weapon away and then water the geese. Just as I thought it, 3 more Red Guard
materialized behind him, and the partners outnumbered me. There was nothing I
could do except stand and watch the geese die. They fell to the ground,
covering it like white dogwood blossoms. I stood in sympathy and in honor of
their passing, and I felt compassion just about burst my heart. Just as I
awoke, I had a vision of big snowflakes falling and covering the ground like
white dogwood blossoms, and I wondered what it all meant. Write soon.
I hope the Feng Shui Ninja don't come get you should you ever divulge their
reversal secret. And I've wanted to tell you so many times how much you have
changed and how peaceful you have become--you have a new wa. However you
achieved it is acceptable to me.
Your letter about the dying geese came the same day I found Stretch's body. I
didn't actually find his body, just some bloody feathers that I recognized.
And I also found Bobcat tracks. I have just purchased a Bobcat trap.
Stretch's harem is nearly inconsolable, as chickens go, running around cackling
and looking for him. But they still eat, grief-stricken or no. Chickens are
so defenseless, especially when they sleep. They were roosting on the ladder I
leaned up against the shed for them, and the Bobcat just snatched Stretch down
and ate him. He could have eaten all of them in their sleep because, when they
sleep, they are really unconscious. Perhaps they were all dreaming they were
geese in China.
Poor Stretch. He was my favorite rooster. When you raise chickens, you begin
to think of them as pets. I've raised too many roosters. The Arracona
rooster, Emperor Number Two, has realized Stretch is no longer around and is
trying to acquire his harem. But Stretch was a big, fine Rhode Island Red, not
a South American pretty boy. The hens may know the difference.
Finally I have outlasted Jessie, and the Empress is asleep on the floor. Thank
heaven. Jessie thinks that I am never done taking care of what she perceives
to be her needs and I perceive to be her wants. And she certainly never
considers that I might need some time to myself. I believe she thinks she was
born to rule. I can see why Paregoric was outlawed. I can also see that when
Jessie is 17, this place is going to be stacked from floor to ceiling with old,
broken, dusty toys. She won't let me get rid of anything that is hers, no
matter what condition it is in. She acts like it is a piece of the ark. She
once followed me out on the porch and retrieved the bottom portion of her toy
weed eater, the handle long since broken off, with an "Oooo, weee" that denoted
total reverence. And since I didn't want to appear to be a dragon-lady type
mother and since I couldn't figure out how to explain broken and no good, I let
her bring it back in.
Several days ago, Hooch had one of his gorgeous jaw teeth extracted, the size
of the iceberg that sunk the Titanic, due to a lingering complication of
rattlesnake bite. I guess in a few months I'll have to get him a little
partial plate--at least that's what the vet said, who recognizes a whacko
animal mental case when he sees one. Now Hooch is lying on the sofa, which
I've made up into a lovely little hospital bed. I know that everybody thinks
their dog is Rin-Tin-Tin, but Hooch really is.
Jessie fell asleep on the floor a little while ago and woke up like a grizzly
poked by a sharp stick. What a mean little girl. Everything I have done since
she woke up has been wrong. I just stopped her from painting on her blackboard
with a straw full of coke. She thinks of the most bizarre things to do. Day
before yesterday, she opened the bathroom door and got the bottle of bleach and
water that I use to clean the tubs and sprayed the cushions on the sofa. The
sofa was already ruined by un-declawed cats, but whatever possessed her to do
such a thing? Before I could discover what she had done with the bottle I had
just wrested from her, she closed the sliding closet door on her thumb, and
while I was carrying her around comforting her, I kept smelling bleach. But I
failed to notice that her jeans and her red socks were getting lighter and
lighter, and so were the sofa cushions.
While I was mixing up the Nutri-system Hot Cocoa and Whipped Topping (very
good), Jessie got in the cat room and mixed up about ten cups of cat food in
their water bowl. I lost it and swatted her on her bottom a few times, but not
enough to make her cry. Then, while I was trying to clean up the awful mess,
she was standing around holding out her hands looking all distressed because
they had wet cat food on them. She can't stand for her hands to have anything
on them. You should see how she acts if she gets sand or a dead bug on her
hands. Irene Reilly was right when she said, "Mothers is got a hard road."
Now she keeps telling me "We go," and she is wearing her sunglasses and
standing with her hands on her hips, which means that she wants to go
somewhere, but I do not. She has also taken to admonishing me with her finger
when she wants to really play empress. At first I thought, "What a bossy thing
for a child to do." Then I realized that I do it to her when I am really
serious about what I don't want her to do. Of course, after she wags it at me
a few times during one of her trying moments, I want to grab her by it and
sling her around my head. She also does it to the cats and the teddy bear.
Jessie just took another short nap and we are both refreshed.
A few weeks ago I had the truck re-shod. I bought the super redneck mudslinger
deluxes with big words outlined in white. I found wires the length of curb
feelers sticking out of my old tires. It's a good thing I got the mudslingers,
because that's what we have here, now. The rain here has been torrential.
Four inches last night, 12 inches this week, 8 inches last week. Some areas
are being evacuated due to flooding. The water is lying over our place like a
sheet of glass, and we are luckier than most people. Most people can't get in
and out of their houses. Allyson has gotten stuck pulling out of her drive in
a dually one ton pick-up. Kris can't pull off the lime rock road into the
pasture to go around a group of heifers staging a sit-in demonstration.
We are expecting another 5 to 8 inches if the tropical storm does not reach
hurricane proportions. The local news here is a trip; all the Nawtheners (read
Yankees) barking and whining about high water. Almost anybody except
Nawtheners knows not to buy a place with cypress trees in the front yard. If
people are determined to live in a place that God intended to be a swamp, then
they should be prepared to contend with high water. And it is pouring down
outside as we speak. I think I just saw one of the chicken pens floating past
the back door. Write soon.
Page 1 - How I Wrote This Book | The Root Doctor
Page 2 - A Spell is Cast | The Voodoo Priestess | Psychic Healing
Page 3 - Sudden Death | A Hole in the Wall | Crystal Woman
Page 4 - The Seance | The Light
Page 5 - The Portal |
Wings of Love | Bene Ha Elohim
Lord Pacal and the Maya
Page 6 - Pacal's Bride | Wacah Chan | A Murder was Committed
The Mysterious Woman | A Swarm of Sparks
Page 7 - The Vortex |
Portal in the Cathedral | Guede Cosmo
The Androgyny | The Philosopher's Stone
Page 8 - Sexual Alchemy | Tantra Yoga | Feng Shui
Page 9 - Keys in the Enochian Language | The River of Life
Page 10 - The Number Four | The Phaistos Disk
The Star of David
Page 11 - Sacred Indian Ground |
Rules of Congaylia | The Heaven Plane
Page 12 - The Lovers | Ancash-Tica
Page 13 - Searchable Index | Bibliography
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