06/12/2021
Abraxas
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Abraxas is the idea that there is a God above the individual God we know of in mainstream religions, a principle greater than any of it, all of good and evil rolled into one. Some particularly speak of 'the demiurge', claiming that an evil god rules this reality and it is our responsibility to escape. This is far from the truth.
Abraxas is a conscious principle binding Goddess, God, story, life, death, energy, and the origins of the universe. It's the image of God in which we are made, that all excitement, all story, all motion comes of.
There are three primary agents in the principle of abraxas.
Technically there's a fourth, fifth and sixth, but these three initial agents and their interactions within the toroidal field of the tree of life is what gives rise to everything - the central spine of the toroidal field, the top entry point, and the bottom entry point. The field itself is fundamentally feminine. But that which gives it its flow is masculine - Shiva. This will become more clear shortly.
The top approach into the torus corresponds to the Christic light. The bottom approach corresponds to the 'outdoors', the garden, the yard - the Hades, the Papa Legba's, the lord-of-the-underworlds reside here. Both are peeping into the windows of the house of the goddess. It's her house. She is the heart centre, in the centre of the spine of the toroidal field, the Tree of Life. When activated at the heart centre, you produce your own consistent toroidal field - as above, so below. To open your heart chakra and reside there instead of in your 'brain' is to find the infinite well of potential that is the holy grail. So when you attain this, you are in resonance with the universes primary form.
Of course, you can dial in different frequencies, focus on other centres or chakras, bring in different energy currents. Within that principle, that initial state within the universes birth that is carried over into the human energetic anatomy, there are three primary concepts - the heart, the head, and the gut. The 'three suns' it was called in the east, or 'three cauldrons' in the west, in Europe.
There are seven chakras, yes, but at the gut, the heart, and in the head, there are the 'Dan Tiens', the 'cauldrons', the 'three suns'. These are the top approach - the masculine Christ/Shiva light. The heart in the spine of the torus, the feminine heart centre. And the bottom approach - the masculine 'outdoors', or 'underworld'.
These are energy vortices of their own with specific functions above and beyond the regular seven chakras of the spinal channel and the way these three principles react to and interact with each other generates both the fundamental shapes of the universe, and all of its interplay. It gets cramped in there sometimes! They argue! The times change when they do. More on this shortly.
The spinal cord IS that central frequency of energy, the central column of the torus. It would be fair to call it the spinal chord, within the context of the toroidal field, as it's all an interplay of frequency, sound, and light - the Òran Mór as the Celts called it, or 'the great melody of life'.
It's of this shape and the interaction between these three primary aspects of abraxas (plus the fourth, the fifth being the torus itself) from which all ideas flow from. The holy grail it's called for good reason - it's infinite potential energy, all ideas, all thoughts, all form emerges from this current.
So, how do we get to this point?
In the 'beginning', or before there 'was', might be a better way to explain the evolution into this state of being, there was only static. A coarse, caustic, crackling, spartan type of static - a good visual might be analogue TV sets tuned out of signal.
Of this crackling, there coalesced some of the qualities that roamed therein, into a globe of material that is consciousness. Or - it's awareness. It's missing a lot of the higher functions of consciousness at this point.
How is it aware? Well, it coalesces, then through friction with all that did not coalesce, it moulds the toroidal form. Why? How? The torus is the most efficient shape there exists in nature for energy to distribute itself. It is widespread, anything that generates an electrical or magnetic field will produce the torus form to disperse the currents or flow of energy, unless technologically altered.
The Earths electromagnetic field, the bio-electric field that our human hearts generate; wi-fi routers, telephone masts - all of these flow through a toroidal field.
So that interaction between these lighter particulates (not truly fair to call them particles), in that friction between all that Is coalesced in this space and all that Isn't - all that Isn't would be The Void - there gives rise to an energy flow, that shapes itself into a torus, as it's the most efficient way for energy to disperse itself.
Cold, efficient. That's all. But then, eventually (or immediately - if there is no time how can you make a measurement of it?) That which is within the toroidal field notices there is a difference. It is aware of the fact. It sees. Not as we see, but it knows. Not as we know, but it's there. Not as we're here, but there it is.
That which isn't this coalescence, wants to be in there with it. But it can't - it's the opposite of this feature which is the most interesting thing in the universe. Everything wants to see it. Everything IS, seeing it. There are two ways in to this field - the top and the bottom. The pressuring and the approaches of the void of space and the absence of matter into this that is the coalescence is received in one of two ways by the toroidal field Shakti. The divine feminine.
This is the Immaculate Conception. The birthing of masculine awareness energies from raw, feminine, creative potential.
Shakti is staring into the face of Shiva. Shi Va - that which is not. What's the move?
Remember, this is infinite. There is no time. Every move that could be possibly made, is made, until one thing starts to work. So, sometimes Shi Va sees the thing he desires most, and he goes for it, sweetly, because he loves it. It's the most beautiful thing in the universe. He adores it. He just wants to watch it forever, absorbed in his own absorption of this beauty.
Then sometimes, he turns away, he gets upset. Why? Because Shakti and Shiva are staring into each others faces. Entertaining each other. Looking directly at one another. Unable to ever truly be at 'one' with each other. Because to do that, the universe would have to tear itself apart. And then we get back to the static. Not going to work, we must evolve.
But it's painful here, says Shakti. It stings. It's harsh, barren, I'm staring into the face of this which is not. What else is there?
And there is the other approach, the bottom approach. The approach of force. The approach of the underworld.
The overworld, or the Christic light, waits for invitation.
The opposite often forces itself upon you. But Shakti can say no!
And Shiva has to see, witness this, unable to do, anything. Because he is That Which is Not.
So he starts to dream.
And so does she.
Tell me a story, he says.
She tells him the only story there is. That he is saving her. That he is holding it all together. The masculine principle, he's driven to offer himself in Source of resource.
In Source, there are no resources - and while we are all of Source, we are also higher and further away from it, there are gradients of evolution that happen. In THAT specific dimensional frequency of consciousness, the origins are both the blissful, nothing-ness, and the terrible choices that formed the universe. Terrific. Terrible. Awareness, and nothing-ness.
So what of the underworld?
This third principle creates an interesting paradigm. Now, the way the torus is shaped, it seems to have a body of sorts. Top bit, bottom bit, heart at the centre. The true light, the lighter touch, the lightest touch.
The true reality is blinding - or at least, the ultimate, spartan, stripped back, not-attuned-to-anything reality that is the static of the analogue television set. It's coarse, blinding, devastating light of an unpleasant sort. An absence of anything, light is not a fair word to use to describe this quality. It's just, white.
But within this form, the body of god, now there is a shelter from this elemental reality. Now there is an indoors, a retreat from the coarseness of the weather. The Queen, in The Castle.
And there are two suitors. Tension? It's not at the point of tension yet. But that tension, that excitement in the toroidal, is the dragon energies, the kundalini. The serpentine energies that you ride to get back to this point, and all of the points after it. It rotates around the central spine of the torus, the spine being the pyramid, the pyramid of which atop sits the eye of providence. It's the volcano with the smoke ring around it being that of the kundalini energy, the smoke of the dragon. That energy, that tension, that excitement, is what commits to reality all ideas, all information, all resources. But the real sparkle, the real effervescence, the thing that gives most things their 'oomph', is straight out of the static of the void. That static is literally used, to animate. It's life giving, the eternal nothingness. It creates life from nothing, at all.
In this dynamic we now have the sixth fundamental principle - life energy. But we still don't have much more than a basic story, and we definitely don't have Form, for this Formless world in that space in the void that There Is, where everywhere is not but Here.
Shakti, She has her body. She is in her house, staring into the blinding white light of the void. It's blinding. She needs change. She manoeuvres herself, bends herself, twists herself, does some - yoga. She positions herself, BEHIND the central spine of the column on that spinal channel. She looks beyond her own back, over the pyramid, over the volcano, and it blocks out that first entry point, the top approach, the Shi Va, That Which Is Not. She loves him, She sees him, but She has to see something else. Shi Va, Shiva, keeps this whole thing moving in tandem with Her. But what of the darker aspect? The one that approaches by force, as opposed to his consenting, waiting, understanding.
This is volatile enough to create something. She uses that tension, the sparks of the void, to create form. The form is created based on choice, what choice to make in this situation. How do we remain balanced? How does She want it to be?
She's already moved and positioned herself so her central channel is dimming some of the light. That's a choice. This is the first motion, of seven, you might say. Seven chakras. Seven functions.
The rest is Her Story.
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Now, as I say, there is a fourth principle to abraxas. This is that of Ganesha. Ganesha is the keeper of wisdom. He observes, he records, and he writes the stories and sends it around the torus, the dome, the space where We Live, the home of the gods, the hall of the gods. The throne room. Of course, this early in the story, there's not much going on. Ganesha is at the bottom of the torus. He is speaking freely, because that is his right, his aspect. He speaks freely because he corresponds to the lower, waste-excretion function of the Goddesses body. This is the Tree of Life, nothing goes to waste - the leaves fertilise the soil, the soil grows the tree. Ideas are born when we notice the tension or excitement in the toroidal field, record it, add to the story, grow it, develop it, cultivate it, and set it into motion. The same old stories are the best, but the dressings change, the culture, typeface, cinematography, clothing, skin, haircut - it all changes things up, refreshes things, in the cosmic ballroom of the fat lady.
It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings! She needs a story! Ganesha writes it for her. It couldn't be Shiva. It couldn't be The Underworld. It couldn't be the kundalini. It's THEIR story. So Ganesha watches, and writes, he recycles the receipts of their actions and makes it beautiful. Ganesha is the remover of obstacles and the keeper of wisdom.
So now, She wants to create. The Universal principle of creation. She makes these creations in her own image, it's all she knows. The story, the body she has. The interactions, the agency she has.
The static, crackling, spikey, sharded pieces of the void, that get brought in to the ballroom and tuned through the kundalini/serpentine/smoke energies and interaction with Shiva, into the manifest figments of her infinite imagination, are the first. These aren't archangels, they're the builders. She's building in her mind, She's setting things into motion. She needs people, individuals, to perform her reality for her, to resonate with her at the level of the choices she makes. How does she want her world to be? Well after the interactions she's already had, safety is paramount. Love would be nice. Consent is as great idea. It's an unconditionally loving, consenting universe, and so it is.
She can appreciate more than she has, now. She's working towards the lower, denser realities - the physical, 3/4d world that we are in - but there are huge, massive, colossal, sweeping gradients of creation to get through first. It's in this that the All is created. We are but a tiny obfuscated speck at the denser end of our universes creation. Our Universesses creation principle. There is more to come:
The void is not empty, it seems.
As the universe starts to evolve, adding more and more layers of density onto itself, adding more and more layers of 'story', from Ganesha's recycling, from her thrifty upkeep of the Gods Hall, of the features of both Shiva and the Man in the Garden, the Man that is Outside the House, the man of the Underworld, the Hades - He is not the devil. He isn't satan either. He regulates the 'static' entering Gods home. A few layers of density later, that static is looking like somebody that's died already. A few layers later, a bit more softening up, it's soul-like. It has character.
And indoors, the lighting is now softer. There is something akin to the light we receive here, on Earth. It's the work of the divine interplay between what Shiva brings, and what Shakti does with it.
Because as the Lord of the underworld - Hades, I call him, regulates the souls - the Shi Va principle, That Which Is Not, Our Lord Shiva, uses that same static to generate ideas.
He filters them through his approach, as Hades filters through his approach. And Ganesha filters through his. All for the Home of the Goddess, all for very different reasons, all in symbiosis - until they argue and fall out. The Gods are always falling out, haven't you heard?
And this is why we are the way we are. There are three principle reactions, three principle 'brains' (organs with neurons in them), the many principle interactions between individuals all stem from the three cauldrons, the three Dan Tiens - guts, heart, head, and from the seven energetic responses of the spinal column. In the hall of the gods, there is a forge, for creation of life. They use their energies to forge the spirit essence of all of the root species of this universe. A crucible. Lead, into gold? No, this is the gold of the spirit into the lead of the mundane.
The hall has a new even more beautiful look now. It's all light, golden light, sometimes blue light, sometimes red. It's even more beautiful outdoors, in the underworld. There, is both the River Styx, and the Garden. The Garden is the place where the E.T live. The mystic men. There are archetypes galore here. It is indescribable really, although I'll do a proper job eventually.
And what do you do in the Garden? You farm. You farm your karma.
Karma is the interaction between the ideas of Shi Va, That Which Is Not, and Hades, The Man Who Knocks. Three Times for death, once for an actualisation. These threads of karma work as an energetic flow. The energy world is one where time moves many ways and energy never rests. Whereas, Here, in the physical, time moves one way only and we can sit down to rest if we like to. But energy never rests. It flows, gracefully, beautifully, harmoniously, in resonance with the Goddess energies interaction with the Shiva energies.
And this interaction is the reason for the denser realities, what makes the physical worlds so special. This Earthen realm is a haven for Shakti and Shiva to make beautiful, galactic, cosmic love, at every interaction - at every birth and creation and decision, the interaction of feminine and masculine spawns all that is new into being.
This is the 'Original Sin', some might call it.
I call it Absolute in its beauty.
And then there are the cycles. The seasons, the spring, to summer, to autumn, to winter.
As there are cycles of weather on our planet, there are wider cycles, the yugas.
We've just left Kaliyuga, and entered into Satyayuga. This is akin to Winter into Spring.
When it's winter, the flow is drier. There isn't as much current. Lots of souls, not many ideas to feed them. Ganesha has his pen but not much inspiration. Shi Va is recycling a lot of ideas. Some of them aren't too vibrant.
Hades has a lot of karma to farm. Some of it starts to see things a different way. The tension or excitement in the kundalini field is lessening.
This is the concept of 'The Demiurge'. That this is somehow evil - it's not. The ideas Shi Va generates, in symbiosis with the rest of it, particularly Hades and his Souls and Karma, are that which the physical is MADE of. This is, essentially, Ego. The interaction of these two 'elements'. or Quagmires of nothingness, beautified by the increasing density of a lovelier universe, impressive in its evolution, expressive in its beautification. The lower density realities are made of this interaction of conscious principles, creating the egoic consciousness of the lower density realities, replete with all of our hardships and struggles we have here to better ourselves over. So to transcend ego is to transcend materialism.
And due to the cosmic winter, there is a lot of 'stuff' in the ego. We're purging it, purifying it, recycling it. It's good.
Ask me why there's a winter in heaven, in the Tree of Life, lol?
Because Trees need seasons, to know when to show their leaves off.
There's also a bird that comes by every now and then and sees if there's a spot to build a nest and plant an egg. Sometimes it's a phoenix. Sometimes it's The Morning Herald.
Heralds, to a new season.
There are other Trees.
Other worlds.
Other dimensions.
Other consciousnesses.
And it's a Safe, Consenting, Beautifully evolving and eternally, unconditionally, loving universe.
Stay true. Stay safe. Stay blessed.
I love you all very dearly. As she loves me, she loves us all.
-Santa Ram
Sacred Seven
xoxoxox