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Air Temple

Wednesday 10th January 1996 (9:45pm)

Earth Temple Air Temple Water Temple Fire Temple

Barry: The Temple is bathed in a blue light. On the altar is a white pulsating sphere of energy. Bolts like lightning leap from the sphere, charging the air and turning it blue. Sylphs dart round the sphere.

One single note issues forth. We cannot hear it, but feel vibrations in our chests.

This reminds me of the sphere of potential in water, plucked from the sea by the eagle, (West Picture Window in Temple of Malkuth). At home in both elements. It is charged by water and is now free to release its potential. I feel that in Air we are on a pillar made of the other two elements.

Rob: A pyramid. Its broadest layer is Earth, then Water, Air and Fire. It can only be capped by Spirit, the smallest of all and contained in all the other elements.

Barry: I can see the sun shining through the roof, it echoes what you said that fire is next. The sphere grows and we are covered by its white light. A door of the winged sphere, the sun disk stands before us. Ahead is a whirlwind, its base far below on the desert surface.

Rob: Trust and step through to the centre. Trust that you will not be swept up in it.

Barry: I am swept into a fast circular motion. I reach the centre and stop. All is calm. There is a silence and stillness in the Air.

Rob: As in Water and Earth, in all that silence one may connect. We are withdrawn from the element, in its most refined state. When there is silence, one may hear the inner voice.

Barry: I see images of Greece that I don�t understand. I am in part of a procession led by monks dressed in white. They are blind. They only know their way by hearing the sounds. They hear the wind through the trees and the rock. I�m in a part of the procession of beggars and the lame on crutches. They crawl and drag themselves up a mountain that is hot and dry. There are olive trees on the side of the path.

Many fall by the wayside, but they are not helped by their fellows. I am not taking part, but view from above. They reach a plateau, a large circular temple defined by pillars.

There sits a woman by a large horn. Each person is petitioning a blindfold priestess. She blows the horn and sends out a petition for the injured. They listen for the voice of the God to return. Is it a healing voice, or wind from the East?

Rob: I am hearing a discussion about names. I am that I am. Do not take my name in vain. In the Garden of Eden, God asked Adam to name things. Power. Having a name means to have power over the named. We have a pet name for our friends. Those inferior addressed their superiors as master or mister. Those with power over us use just our surname.

The Kabbalah is concerned with the name of God. We should try to learn the significance of that search. Is it just a metaphor, like the philosophers stone? The vibrations associated with a name are just as significant as a signature. There is a simple magic in learning to speak � how to project ones voice. Again, this is an area for consideration.

Barry: The figures who make this journey up the mountain are travellers on the path. They have experienced the Earth and Water lessons, and some have been damaged or haven�t enough energy. They are not using their knowledge to complete the journey.

The ones who have reached the top understand the voice of God as it echoes back to them. They cannot blow the horn themselves, this is done by the Lady Guardian. The monks can answer direct questions from the traveller. They cannot see, so if travellers fall by the wayside they absorbed by the earth to start again.

A single clear note is the God�s voice.

The figure aligns its own voice with that of the God.

Rob: I step out of the whirlwind and return to the Temple.

Barry: As I leave, the image of a bright star shines over the Eastern horizon.

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