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| Vesica Pisces |
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| Baltic Wheel |
As you can see, the Baltic Wheel functions here as cross-section through the center of the entry spirals of the Vesica maze – an entry and exit point.
The arrangement indicated was the Vesica maze in the center and a Baltic Wheel on either side. The left side wheel was to have the entry point facing up, the right side wheel's entry point was to face down.
Two figures needed to be added to this arrangement, both in fetal position. The expiring figure is over-ripe:
the counter figure, not yet individuated, but moving towards birth:
I was also given the arched framework that was to hold this coded arrangement, creating large areas of empty space.
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| Early stage of Matrix after etching |
As you can see from this image of the final version, there are two additional elements that have been added. The story of the light lines ascending and descending from the Baltic Wheels comes in the continuation below.
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| Matrix - Journey through the Space between Time |
On
Thanksgiving I had two artist friends come over for a potluck. One noticed Matrix when she walked in and walked over to it. As if
compelled, she proceeded to give an all inclusive de-constructive critique of one element after another of piece as it was, though
she had a hard time articulating what exactly didn't work. The other artist then
walked over to it and began a giddy proclamation: “Where's the
pregnant woman? Where's the teenager? Where's the old
(I can't remember if it was man or woman)…?”
Perhaps one would call this re-constructive criticism? It
was all so curious coming from these two who heretofore have
expressed nothing but love & support my work. I was all the more
amazed since I had not solicited any input. Despite my astonished
amusement, I understood from the spontaneous, well-intentioned abuse,
that there was likely something missing in the work's symbolic code
that kept it from being intelligible, that is to say, resonant with
what is known within the human cellular experience. So that night I
brought Matrix into my bedroom in hopes of receiving some
additional instructions.
I
had a dream.
My dream Nov 26th, Thanksgiving night
I
was wandering the streets seeing if I could find somebody who could
tell me what I would find if I were to go through the maze and come
out the other end. I saw a library and went in. The librarian was a
leanish man with glasses who sat me down at a table and wanted to
engage with relish in a debate about the validity or invalidity of
belief in reincarnation. I felt annoyed with this guy who was on
some intellectual trip and left to go back outside in search of
someone who could show me what it was like to come through and out of
the maze. I then came upon an old woman whom I seemed to know. She
was pretty no-nonsense. She told me to follow her and she would show
me what I was looking for. We came to a field and I remember us
rolling on what felt like a soft grass. I kept my eyes closed. We
kept rolling and rolling until I felt the feeling of “arrival”. I
opened my eyes and found myself facing a wall in a kind of anteroom
with two openings – one behind me from which I had just come and
one to the left which was apparently an entrance to another place (an
exit from the maze). My first impression was that the space seemed
dark – not dark dark, but a room which had no windows and no
particular light source, though I could see just fine. There was
light coming from the entrance behind me – bright sunlight, as it
were. The exit seemed to be to an internal place that didn't have
it's own source of light, but did have some form of reflected light
that was less intense. The shape of the room was like this:
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The form of this anteroom is
the shape of the Hebrew letter Hei lying on it's side and in
mirrored form.
Hei is the number 5,
the number of potential Souls within the human experience.
Hei is the Breath, the
root of the Verb of Being.
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I
turned back to find the old woman who was ready to move on. I pulled out
a calendar to see when we could meet again. The
calendar page was blank but was full of small empty squares, except
for one square that contained the number “5” about two or
three columns from the left in and several rows down. The moment I
looked at that 5 I knew it was the day she was going to die.
The
only other part of the dream that sticks with me is that I looked
down at her left knee, which was a kind of a colorless transparent
white. Though I saw no bruising, I knew it had suffered some injury,
probably from all that rolling. I remember wondering what I should
do about it, if I should be concerned about her injury. I was also
thinking that I should thank her for showing me the way. Neither
seemed appropriate at the time.
I
have pondered the meaning of “knee”. I woke up feeling the word
to be significant. Upon waking I couldn't think of anything that
might signify. After some consideration I transliterated “knee”
into Hebrew - Nun Yud – equivalent to the number 60 in
gematria. Sixty is the number where things begin to transmute or
take a quantum leap from plane to plane. Sleep is 1/60 of death; a
dream is 1/60 of prophecy... 60 is also associated with the Priestly
Blessing and the transcendent light of Havaya.
I
awoke shortly after the dream and looked at Matrix sitting on
the floor by the bookshelf in my bedroom, wondering what alterations
I needed to make in order to incorporate the dream teachings. I saw
where a single line on each side could create the number 5 symbolic
language of the anteroom.
Ultimately, the entire figure takes on this double 5 formation if viewed from a depth dimension where the space between the junction of the 5's is the saturation space of the Vesica Pisces:
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| Matrix - Journey through the Space between Time Illuminated |
