Disk of the World Books, Articles, Art, and Website
Writer, Graphic Artist, Collage Artist, Lucid Dreamer, Bridge Player, Video Gamer, Purse Designer, Jewelry Maker, Acrylic Artist, and Copper Wire Design Artist
Softly speak the angels of the deep.
Beyond forever, beyond time.
Wherever we are, you shall be.
So quietly go, and remember this peace. *
Hats off to my muses and their magic; Horus who sits on my shoulder, the Archangel Ariel who watches over me, and the Magi Chorus who sing to me. Their conversation and song guide me and inspire me and their close compansionship comforts me as I do this work that I love.
Claire Grace Watson, B.A., M.S.T.
Some definitions about my writing and art that I find useful:
Surrealism = Pure psychic automatism, by which one proposes to express, either verbally, in writing, or by any other manner, the real functioning of thought. Dictation of thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason, outside of all aesthetic and moral preoccupation. (Wikipedia)
Mysticism = Seeing with the eyes closed, initiation. The pursuit of achieving communion, identity with, or conscious awareness of ultimate reality, the Other, divinity, spiritual truth, or God through direct experience, intuition, or insight. (Wikipedia)
Spiritualism = Belief in communication with the spirits of discarnate humans. The spirits themselves are capable of growth and perfection, progressing through successively higher spheres or planes. The afterlife is therefore not a static place, but one in which spirits continue to evolve. The two beliefs: that contact with spirits is possible, and that spirits may lie on a higher plane, lead to a third belief, that spirits are capable of providing useful knowledge about moral and ethical issues, as well as about the nature of God and the afterlife. These spirit guides are relied upon for worldly and spiritual guidance. (Wikipedia)
Occultism = The study of occult or hidden wisdom, the search for the deeper truth that is always hidden in plain sight. Occultism can involve subjects such as magic, extra-sensory perception, astrology, spiritualism, numerology and lucid dreaming. Also includes religious eclectism involving the interpretation of historical religions within the context of each other or within the context of mysticism. A broad definition of occultism is offered by Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke:
"Occultism has its basis in a religious way of thinking, the roots of which stretch back into antiquity and which may be described as the Western esoteric tradition. Its principal ingredients have been identified as Gnosticism, the Hermetic treatises on alchemy and magic, Neo-Platonism, and the Kabbalah, all originating in the eastern Mediterranean area during the first few centuries AD." (Wikipedia)
As a writer and researcher in these subject, I stretch the roots of occultism further back to the Mediterranean Bronze Age when occultism was new, when it was a way of being and thinking long before it became an "ism." The Phaistos Disk is my link to the time before written history when the "Western estoeric tradition" was lived and breathed by people who did so intuitively and without conscious intent.
INNER PLANES INITIATIONS AND AWARDS
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Silver Star of the
High Priestess of Isis
Silver Shield of the
Shield Guides
Alchemical Star of David
Symbol of the Par
Excellence of the
Great Work
The Philosopher's Stone
and Secret Name
Lemniscate of Materialization
Wacah chan xaman waxac na
World tree house of the north
Mayan High Invisibility
Award Ceremony
Mayan Sky Symbol of
Hurukan, Sky Walking Initiation
Rod of Hermes/Caduceus
of the High Priestess of Tarot
The Wing, Initiation of Thoth
Member, Great White
Sisterhood
Philosophus Grade in the
Hermetic Order of
the Golden Dawn
Claire-Aten, Disk of Ra, awarded by Ra (He/She/It turns you into a spinning, flying disk and you fly all around inside the Great Pyramid, Wheee!)
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Secret Vortex-Portal Sign of the Shield Guides
Initiation Book of the High Priestesses of Isis
Rules of Congaylia Fire Ritual Giver
Ophanim Initiation and DNA Light Key Encoding
Hermetic Star of Alchemy
Gold Excalibur of the Hereditary Leader of Clan MacDougall
Manifestation of the Holy Grail during Portal Ritual
Divine Marriage with Lord Pacal
Merger with Divine Mother Matawil of the Mayas
Triangle of Divine Reason
The Emerald Table
of Hermes Trismegistus
Master of Science for Teachers
Regalia, Spanish Royal Home
Master of Mystery of Theology, Mystery School Degree (awarded after taking an open book test in a cathedral, in the Dreamtime, the religious illustrations part of the test in the book you wouldn't believe; multiple choice, I had to interpret them and pick my answers by thumb printing the tab. Score = A Excellent)
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With a Master's Degree for Teachers in English Education, I have read a ton of books. Here are just a few:
BIBLIOGRAPHY
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Aquiar, W., Maya Land, New York 1978
Barnstone, W. Gen Ed. - The Other Bible, San Francisco 1984
Berg, P., Kabbalah for the Layman, Jerusalem 1988
Burman, E., The Templars, Rochester Vermont, 1989
Campbell, J., Transformations of Myth Through Time, New
York 1982
Collins Pub., The Lost Books of the Bible and The Forgotten Books of Eden, New York 1926
Dimont, Max I. Jews, God and History, New York 1962
Doresse, J., The Secret Books of the Egyptian Gnostics
Eakins, P. and J., Tarot of the Spirit, Maine 1992
Eban, A., My People: The Story of the Jews, New York 1968
Euclid, Elements, Vol. 1 1, Great Books of the Western
World, Hutchins, R., ed., Chicago 1952
Evans, A.J., Cretan Pictographs and Prae-Phoenician Script, 1896
Evans, A.J., The Mycenaean Tree and Pillar Cult, 1901
Evans, A.J., Scripta Minoa, 1909 et seq.
Fulcanelli, Le Mystere des Cathedrales, Albuquerque 1984
Godwin, M., Angels: An Endangered Species, New York
1990
Harner, M., The Way of the Shaman, New York 1980
Heller, J., Report on the Shroud of Turin, Boston 1983
Ifrah, G., From One to Zero: A Universal History of
Numbers, New York 1985
Ji, H.M.S., Philosophy of the Masters, Punjab 1973
Johnson, J., The Paths of the Masters, Punjab 1985
Jones, R., Physics as Metaphor, New York 1982
Jones, T., Ancient Civilizations, Chicago 1960
Knight, G. A Practical Guide to Qabalistic Symbolism, Maine 1976
LaFarge, O., A Pictorial History of the American Indians,
New York 1956
Leonard, J.N., Ancient America, New York 1967
Lewis, B., Gen. Ed. Islam and the Arab World, New York 1976
Lindberg, D., The Beginnings of Western Science, Chicago
1992
Lloyd, S., The Archeology of Mesopotamia, London 1978
Matthews, J., The Grail, New York 1981
McKnight, G., A Practical Guide to Qabalistic Symbolism,
York Beach, Maine 1991
Mead, G.R.S., Thrice-Greatest Hermes, 3 vols., London 1964
Parrot, A., Sumer, New York 1961
Plato, "Timaeus, Vol. 7. Great Books of the Western World,
Hutchins, R., ed., Chicago 1952
Plotinus, "The Six Enneads," Vol.. 17, Great Books of the Western World, Hutchins, R., ed., Chicago 1952
Powell, J., The Tao of Symbols, New York 1982
Powell, N., Alchemy, The Ancient Science, London 1976
Read, J., Through Alchemy to Chemistry, London 1957
Regardie, I., The Golden Dawn, St. Paul 1989
Robinson, J.M., Gen. Ed. The Nag Hammadi Library, San Francisco 1988
Ryan, C., Basic Electricity, New York, 1986
Schelle, L. & Friedel, D., A Forest of Kings, New York 1990
Silverberg, R., Lost Worlds and Vanished Civilizations,
Philadelphia 1962
Silverberg, R., The Mound Builders, Greenwich, CT 1970
Spinden, H., A Study of Maya Art, New York 1973
Tompkins, P., Mysteries of the Mexican Pyramids, New York
1976
Von Hagen, V., Maya Explorer, Norman, OK 1947
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*Claire Grace Watson with Prince of Angels Sandalphon
My Attempt at Writing Poetry like Sappho
Sappho admiring a lute player by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema
I seek not fame, nor fortune pursue, but love. And this is all there is to me.
Shall I tell you? Were I to say how I truly feel, who knows what it would be?
You might remove me to some other place where, like as not, I could not be so real.
It's strange but true. Hear my song of love, hear between the lines some lyrics.
And yet I can but hope you understand my confusion when I ask,
"Why did you say that to me?" And, "Will it help us to pray?" No matter.
I must not fail in my consent to give all, and having retrieved little that ever I lent,
still I know not how to give. Not fully give. This, of me, you see.
And if I find a way to show the giving, not merely the intent, then to you I will.
I would say as much on my behalf, I am not half so angry as I have been feeling.
What will you say to that? I operate from some deep hurt I know so well,
like we know our friends, both well and not. This hurt has not a face nor gives a sign,
but who among us knows it not? Who among us does not pine? It is real.
I can feel it most of the time, dear, held back, restrained, it oft unmuted comes
lashing out, insane but loving. Forgive me, dear, for seeking the same in you.
It's crazy, I know. Can we mirror what we cannot see? I show you, you show me.
And all I wanted was for me and you to agree. Would I had not sung that song.
Oh, worry not, my love. I would not cry near half so much were I to work it out, somehow.
Yet knowing all and knowing this, I'm not led to disregard this now, but take it all to heart.
I feel blessed, it can be said, but wondering all along, "How can it be I am so sad, as well?"
I see you standing there amid what only seems. Surely you can see, surely you can tell.
Were you to listen to me cry, you might believe my tears but not my eyes, which lie.
Something holds me so well constrained. I am beholden to my eyes to dry themselves
without my fears impeding all my sight. Can it be I have lost all sense of reason?
Can it be I have lost all heart? Would it were.....Well, I think as likely not.
Were I to champion you instead I might not feel so dim a view about myself, just now.
But fairly spoken this is true: I cannot find it freely to say how much I love compassionately.
I cannot say it. But though so deeply hurting thus, I give all love away again, I know I must.
I trust myself in this resolve, to possess so little I cannot even flee, yet knowing this I know
as well, I cannot even see what makes me thus. I trust it, that is all.
Can it be right for me to go? I leave it up to you, for I myself am not afraid.
I know I have not done my utter best in this, knowing what I know about myself, that is.
There is better yet, and more to come, I feel. There is love within in all. I trust in this.
And for you, I trust you, yes, in a deeply sexual way that tells me all is held therein.
When I can see, but dimly now, I see within the outstretched arms and late night reveries
our passion not soon matched again for some time yet to come. And deep within, I
think is secretly kept some long and lovely feeling not yet released, but waiting, waiting,
for the moment to cease and the song to begin and love's desire is free to feel.
And looking thus within, I see myself as us, not two but one, somehow, and so fulfilled.
Yet seeing this, why do I say, "I am sexual to my deepest core, touch it not." But I hear me say it.
I look again, and there it is, affected not by my pronouncements,
but awaiting your tender caress. So much amiss. Awakened now but sleeping still.
And yet I say I would not have it so, that you should tell me I must go
when I myself am struggling not to flee. For deep within us lies a truth as yet unseen
but valid evermore - that two are one, and so it seems are three, sometimes.
Still, I have not found it within myself to seek so many in love. Perhaps you have.
Where can it be and how will we know it when we feel each other near, my love,
and no one else will do, least not for now. And no one else will care near half so much.
Nor feel so deeply both the loving and the fear. Were we to swear an oath, I would not say it so
that you should tell me how to live, and I should tell you how to go...about your flow,
giving as you give and taking back. Some things just work, that's all we know.
But when it seems it goes amok and falls upon some lost lament, evoked somehow,
some past transgress, some old forlorn, when it seems we've lost our drift and
excellent position we had to share, when it seems thus, I would make my stand and say,
once more and clear, "I would not love you half so much were you the same as me.
But again, there is the fear. And I would love you more were we to love agree."
Throw it all aside and look behind the veil at me. Can I hold you in my arms once more?
What does it matter how I feel, when only the doing seems real and the talk is lost.
Words are such fools, and I will talk no more about it. I live, instead, what I live for.
Such sweet sensations of lust and love. Why not admire them? I do, let me claim it.
Oh, what poverties of thought and philosophies fraught with oddities.
I am not quite so foolish that I deny a turn about, especially my turn about from
under to above you in our bed on fire, turning and burning, we kiss some more.
That's when it counts, when it's real. Why play this scene for any reason not desire?
Let us not talk, but love, make love. I may leave soon, for whatever reasons be,
yours or mine, but the sexual life need not stop. There, I've said a lot. Let's see,
Dearest, whether you agree, come kiss me and cum or not as you like.
Love, come kiss me and cum, in-joy me in-joying you in-joying me.
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