W12

Water Temple

Wednesday 2nd August 1995 (9:00pm)

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Rob: I hear the sound of echoy water, like being at the baths.

Barry: There is a brilliant sun on the water that is almost blinding.

Rob: Don�t think we�ll use the mist bridge this week.

Barry: I saw the water turn clockwise to form a tunnel

Rob: I dive in.

Barry: We are being hurled around fast and I feel disoriented.

Rob: I am spat out on a small beach. It is very small only two or three yards across. There is a choppy white sea with small waves in front. Behind me is a porous looking cliff face. It is sharp like cinders.

Barry: It is grey pitted lava rock.

Rob: A small white dot approaches from the sea. I can now see four white horses (Rupert!) They aren�t pulling anything. There are figures on two of the horses. They look child like with golden hair and white skin, but they are not.

Barry: There is a copper band round each horse�s neck with a disc symbol on.

Rob: We are invited to climb on the spare horses. We soon take off at a ferocious speed.

Barry: The vision changed as I boarded. Things have a purplish hue. I could see flashes like an electrical current. The horse move fast.

Rob: Ahead is a vast spiralled building projecting from and surrounded by sea on all sides. It is made from mother of pearl and coral. It is a cathedral.

Barry: It has large silver gates. I see the water tattwa symbol carved into mother of pearl. There is a purple flag flying from the spires.

Rob: The horses take us right up to the steps of the main gates which are open. I dismount and climb the steps. There are massive wooden doors beyond the gates. They are made from shipwrecked vessels, but this is not sinister.

Barry: The doors open into a large circular room. It has a vast black and white tiled floor. There are steps leading down. There are thousands of people round the outside of these steps. Deep below is a cauldron tended by four figures. The pattern of a vast dragon weaves down the amphitheatre to the centre.

Rob: It is hard to describe how I feel. My perception is being stretched in many directions. Beyond the room are the doors leading back to the cathedral � to other layers. There us a library, in here all things are written. I would like to see the library.

How many tomorrows�

Barry: Each aspect of water element is contained in the cathedral. The topmost tower has a brilliant white marble floor with a silver dais at the centre. The roof is open to the moon.

At this level three rituals are being held. The cleansing of the moon. The cauldron contains a fluid denser than water, (mercury?) It is alive with energy. It is the heavier aspects of water � emotions. Each figure in the hall awaits dipping into the cauldron. Any emotions form a group well. Below the cathedral is the lair of a slumbering black dragon.

Rob: I saw it. It said �Well?�

Barry: It�s important. I originally thought that it was to be overcome, defeated, but it is not so.

Rob: It is in the water element of Malkuth that Binah finds its home.

Barry: Cut off.

The dragon seems to wait, cut off from the moon. It waits for the energy to be channelled down. These three things seem as important as the ritual steps within. It seems coincidental everything in a circular room, a spiral coiled dragon. How should we approach them?

Rob: Clockwise.

Barry: Top down or bottom up?

Rob: Bottom up. I move to a set of doors that I saw earlier. It is a curious shape made of darkly covered glass. Beyond them are gold steps which lead down. There are 139 of them that lead to the dragon�s mouth.

Barry: The smell of the dragon is sickly sweet and heavy. . A weight as we go into the lair. The dragon�s face is before us.

Rob: It�s eyes are open. It stares.

Barry: They are glittering black. It has white gleaming teeth. His voice is a low whisper, more felt than heard. We use little of the dragon energy that we have. We not only fail to see it, but we are fearful of it. The dragon�s treasure is not coins or gold, but the energy that can be drawn from it.

Rob: Time and space mean nothing to it. For it there are as many tomorrows, and the past is written on its scales.

Barry: It could easily break its restraints, but it chooses to sleep.

Rob: I find myself back at the water temple with no sense of transition.

Barry: I too am there. Before leaving we were engulfed in the worm breath which blew us back. Things seem different here. There is no longer such a barrier between us and the water.

Rob: The long handled cup is there. The toad is there. I offer the toad a drink and it seems pleased that I have thought of this at least.