Solar fire - body part Pharyngeal cavity*
Dr M E Jones ke word - reorientation
Ok being a Christian I really see the whole Good Friday - Easter Sunday repeated here, Jesus rises from the dead, ascends into heaven, The Jewish religion opens to become Christain (at some time after of course with the whole RELIGION thing - but the spirit... this is about spirit) I am sure this 'image' is alive and well in other 'myths and legends and religions' as death and resurrection or change in spirit is archetypal
This image or sabian symbol really to me is all about Re-orientation, two people can stand and view the same image a widow at a grave, one can see only darkness and endings, the other can only see transformation and light.. a re-orinetation of perception?
So this symbol is asking us to change our DIRECTION/perception, gain a fresh orientation... change our set of attitudes and beliefs - thinking OUTSIDE the 'box' or grave.. I have added a poem at the bottom of this post - I just had to..
NOTE: From Wikipedia The pharynx (plural: pharynges) is the combined part of the digestive system and respiratory system of many animals. It is situated immediately posterior to the mouth and nasal cavity, and is cranial to the esophagus, larynx, and trachea. Because both food and air pass through the pharynx, special adaptations are necessary to prevent choking or aspiration when food or liquid is swallowed. In humans the pharynx is important in vocalisation.
Emily Dickinson - Death..
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.