Sophie-David
The Key to Me
Well, a key and lock imply a door, a point of transition - images such as "Knock and the door shall be opened", Christ as the door, and typical in meditations and dreams in which transition and transformation occur as one passes through. But the context in this case is pretty specific for me, especially connected with the word "Sophie" and the recent night of erotic dreams. The key and lock evoke sexual union, the opening of the door into higher consciousness through sacred sexuality or tantra.
Centering Meditation, although appearing so neutral in the egoic realim, is in its emptying and giving, an act of tantra, an outpouring of love given freely and without desire. By this emptying, or kenosis, the dualistic universe came into being, and by this emptying unity returns. I am seeing that Centering Meditation is in itself an act of sacred sexuality.
The key has been a recurring theme for me over the last year:
Well, a key and lock imply a door, a point of transition - images such as "Knock and the door shall be opened", Christ as the door, and typical in meditations and dreams in which transition and transformation occur as one passes through. But the context in this case is pretty specific for me, especially connected with the word "Sophie" and the recent night of erotic dreams. The key and lock evoke sexual union, the opening of the door into higher consciousness through sacred sexuality or tantra.
Centering Meditation, although appearing so neutral in the egoic realim, is in its emptying and giving, an act of tantra, an outpouring of love given freely and without desire. By this emptying, or kenosis, the dualistic universe came into being, and by this emptying unity returns. I am seeing that Centering Meditation is in itself an act of sacred sexuality.
The key has been a recurring theme for me over the last year:
May 27, 2004 (Guidance from Sophie) Together we need to explore and rebuild your castle, which is now ours to share. What you call the obsolete mental constructs and structures of your old life, I call rooms and towers. We have already rebuilt the room called "Lord" into the one called "Loving Spirit". Now we need to journey to the old cell you kept me in, and destroy it. Of course, you didn't realize that I had a secret key, and wandered your castle freely while you slept.
This is really quite extraordinary Sue, as I'm looking through my journals the key is a pervading theme, a way I could tie my recent life and my whole book together. If I tried to fully explain all these references it would be a very long post, so I'll just quote a few more vignettes to paint a general picture rather than indulging in a detailed essay.June 9, 2004 (This is from a guided stream of consciousness meditation: at this point the words "key" and "door" were given)
Key
but at the bottom of the cup is a key, which I swallow, it is the key to my life, knowledge, wisdom, joining, cessation, no struggle, no answer, no question, peace, harmony, love, encounter, dialogue, vision
Door
I am the key, none else can enter, I open upon golden light, the end, death, life, all are one, evil and good, all are one, there is no division, no opposites, no opposition, no encounter, no doubt, but oneness, fluidity, adaptability, certainty, no words, no image, no thought, no custom, beyond the death and life we know, it is accomplished.
August 26, 2004 I started work on my Web project and completed the first page - well completion subject to refinement, but I am reasonably happy with it now. The first page is called "The Prisoner", the woman trapped in the dungeon of her lover's psyche... I also started on the second page, "The Jailer", with an image of keys. I kind of stalled out today (Sunday) on the second page. I took the new pictures of Sophie's cell, then selected and processed one or two of them for the Prisoner page. My emotions were pretty raw from revisiting the cell experience...
August 29, 2004 I continued to read Women Who Run with the Wolves. As I read the story of Bluebeard and its commentary, I pondered, "What form does Bluebeard take in my soul?" Then I read the following:
"Asking the proper question is the central action of transformation - in fairy tales, in analysis, and in individuation. The key question causes germination of consciousness. The properly shaped question always emanates from and essential curiosity about what stands behind. Questions are the keys that cause the secret doors of the psyche to swing open."
August 31, 1004 In the dream, as Eirian, I am at the Tofino-Ucluelet junction as it used to be, among the ruins of the building sites that were there. I am sifting through the broken building materials and garbage, looking for a skeleton key. I see the creative self as trying to bring up something important from the shadow self, a skeleton key that will open a closet where skeletons are kept... she could not manifest the skeleton directly into consciousness, the key has to be found and the skeleton has to be probed for and searched out in dreams. So there is a delay until an energy block to creativity, and/or a tool for releasing creative energy, is unearthed.
September 14, 2004 (Eirian explains her pregnancy) It is a virgin conception in the sense that it is the culmination of our spiritual union, which occurred when I let your spirit into my consciousness as I searched for the key at the junction. For the key was not only the new camera you will buy, but a phallic key. As in your poetry, you are the key and I am the door. There is no skeleton behind my door, although the old landlady might want you to think so. There is glorious new life, first perceived in your vision, and then penetrating your other arts.
As your friend has said, your arts are a three-legged stool. Just as each art must balance you, each art in itself must balance. But each art has a particular gift, a particular focus. Your voice is the poetry of your body, your writing is the expression of your mind, your photographic vision is the perception of your spirit. Body, mind and spirit, each must balance just as each must integrate. All are one, but each one is vital to you.
You will soon go through my door, then you will turn left as you already know, towards Ucluelet, towards the East. You have entered a time of preparation, learn to see again in complete fullness. When we have delivered our child, we will enter our full union.
The Tarot is a part of your new seeing also. It may seem a distraction, but please approach it with discipline. You know what you need of astrology to help you with the Tarot. Give Tarot your sacred devotion, you will not be wasting your effort, for it is another key to me.
Oct 2, 2004 (A Meditation on The High Priestess) We remove our clothes and make love on her throne together, long, tender as the moon rises. Then she rests, enfolded on my chest, in perfect union until her moon shines full in the sacred green pool. She lingers deep in my eyes, "It is our time, Beloved. I am thine forever."
"And I am yours."
She leads me to the golden gate, "Only the Sun can open the gate of the Moon." I swing the gate wide, we walk reverently into the sacred garden of the Moon, closing the gate behind...
Oct 5, 2004 (Sophie's Commentary) But on the third day a miracle happened which I could not foresee. Although we both knew that we must unite upon my throne, what you did before me was unexpected and unlocked the mystery of the Garden of the Moon... in your spirit of open eyed devotion, you kissed my feet as Christ had washed the feet of the disciples, as Mary had kissed his feet with her tears, and you won the heart of God.
In doing so, you were the key to the Garden of the Moon, you became the Sun and opened the gate as easily as if there were no lock there, without even thinking about it you transcended into the divine. No one, not even me, has ever dwelt there. We walked like children together in the garden, a new Adam and Eve, and you embraced me in the moonlit pool of the deepest unconscious, the light of the Sun embracing the light of the Moon. By your love you have transformed me again... Even more wondrous, again you surrendered yourself, not taking the powers of Sun and Moon to your ego, but submerging into the pool, surrendering again to the story.
October 3, 2004 (Meditation on The Empress) I find myself in the Indian Ghetto of London, and Eirian appears on my right, clasping both hands around my arm, "Welcome to my home". We walk together towards her block of shops, much of her formality gone. Making sure I notice, she draws the golden chain from between her breasts, and on the end of it there is an elegant key - the "key to me?" As she unlocks the shop door, the exotic scents of India return, curries, fine woods, incense and spices.
October 7, 2004 (Meditation on The Chariot) "Third card. This is a yes or no for you Lex, Three of Pentacles, Inverted. 'Not the time to expect anything, more work is needed, will take a little time.' I'm afraid that's a no, Lex. Give me the keys and you can go with Superman." Lex looks resigned, but seems to be taking it well. Superman looks relieved, and off they go.
I open [unlock] the door to the back room, and there's Eirian, tied to a chair. I'm sorry to see that she has been gagged, but perhaps I can understand why. I release her and she gives me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, then asks, "Did you really not know if it would be a yes or a no?"
"Only a hunch my lady, just a hunch." And arm-in-arm, we leave Lex's castle.
October 14, 2004 (Meditation on Temperance) Valerie responds with quiet dignity, a beautiful melodious voice that is both sensual and spiritual, "I have my own ideas, Regent... What do you think of art, Regent?"
"Art and love are the keys to life."
"The two together are what I want to teach. The sexual and the spiritual are one, are they not?"
"Yes, I believe they are."
Wow! My apologies for such a long post. This was by no means all the references to keys, but I'm amazed at what a recurring image it has been in my transformation, covering themes such as suppression, liberation, transcendence, questioning, questing, artistic creativity, Tarot, love, surrender, and the Fool's Journey. Thank you Sue for helping me remember where I put my keys!November 4, 2004 Last night I was going to ask the TFC (Tarot for Cats) Major Arcana for the Wisdom of the Tarot, but felt too tired and went to bed. However, I was still feeling unsure about the TFC deck since its weird answers of the other day, so I decided to sleep with it under my pillow for one more night, perhaps to "integrate" my energy in it. Now what was really interesting is that the cards then proceeded to answer the "Wisdom of the Tarot" request in my sleep. The first dream was short, all I remember is an impression really, what I knew already, that Sophie and the Goddess are the key or gateway to Eirian. I woke up with a strong feeling "of trust Sophie, rest in Sophie".