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solomon levi
10-07-2011, 10:44 PM
So when i first encountered this phrase years ago, I had my doubts.
I mean, "God" is such a sloppy word, so misunderstood and misused.
But if you are following the threads in the practical section, perhaps this
phrase begins to make sense to you.

By all means, one should continue "trying" to figure it out... read, read, read and work and pray...
for contemplation is the first step to prayer proper. I'm not religious, so don't confuse my word with
any religious sentiment - God, prayer, etc. But contemplation, or trying to figure it out, leads to letting go
when you have exhausted all your options, and that leads to a vacuum of sorts where God can manifest
itself to you. God needs space. God is space/ether/astral, relative to this material world and mind which
can only think about things. God reveals Itself in our pauses, our meditations, our dreams...

But do not misunderstand me. God is all. As the manifest, we imagine God as the unmanifest. But God is
manifest and unmanifest. But relatively, and alchemically, the First Matter is only revealed by God because
it IS God relative to our material world and mind - it is no-thing.

10-09-2011, 05:22 AM
But contemplation, or trying to figure it out, leads to letting go
when you have exhausted all your options, and that leads to a vacuum of sorts where God can manifest
itself to you. God needs space. God is space/ether/astral, relative to this material world and mind which
can only think about things. God reveals Itself in our pauses, our meditations, our dreams...

Charge and release! ;)
Solomon, I've been reading your posts before I ever joined A.F. and I know that you're always deeply involved in your work and conducting new experiments and research. From the posts you've written over the last several months I feel that you have a very strong grasp of the principles involved..(as I've learned quite a bit in my research from reading your posts!) Why not use what you already know and put it into practice to create your own "No-Thing", all it will take is: a small amount of equipment, a little effort/contemplation, time, and most importantly.. absolutely nothing at all :)

That is, if you haven't already began the process..

10-09-2011, 04:18 PM
God reveals Itself in our pauses

I don't think I have ever seen a better and more concentrated (yet not in the least lacking) summary of the entire Philosophical Operation :)

I could even go as far as saying it even rivals (or shall I settle on 'complements'?) the Emerald Tablet to some extent...

Edit: Both spiritually AND practically!

IMO, if you allow yourselves to be guided by the above AXIOM, the Magnum Opus is virtually in your reach!

10-09-2011, 05:22 PM
(Le Secret de l'ancienne-Musique)
by Villiers de L'Isle-Adam

It was the audition day at the National Academy of Music.

The heads of the institution had just decided on putting
into rehearsal a work which they owed to a certain German
composer (whose name, since forgotten, happily escapes us!);
and this foreign master, if credence must be given to
certain notes in the Revue des Deux Mondes, was nothing
less than the promoter of a "new" music!

That day, accordingly, the executants from the Opera were
assembled only with the object of getting some ideas about
it, as they say, by deciphering the score of the
presumptuous innovator.

The moment was a grave one.

The director appeared on the stage and handed the leader
of the orchestra the voluminous score under dispute. The
latter opened it, cast an eye over it, shuddered, and
declared that the work appeared to him to be impossible to
perform at the Academy of Music of Paris.

"Explain yourself," said the director.

"Gentlemen," said the leader, "France could never take it
on herself to mutilate by a faulty execution the conception
of a composer to whatever nation he may belong. Well,
among the orchestral parts specified by the writer, there
figures a military instrument which has to-day fallen into
total disuse, and no longer has any executant among us.
This instrument, which delighted our fathers, enjoyed in its
day the name of the Chinese Bells, [Chapeau-chinois in the
original French] I conclude, therefore, that the complete
disappearance of the Chinese Bells in France forces us to
decline, though with the utmost regret, the honor of this

This speech had plunged the body of listeners into that
state which physiologists describe as "comatose." The
Chinese Bells!! The most venerable could barely remember
having heard them in their childhood. But they would have
found it hard, at the present day, to describe exactly so
much as their shape. Suddenly a voice uttered these
unhoped-for words: "Excuse me, I think I know one." Every
head was turned. The leader of the orchestra rose with a
jump: "Who spoke?" "I the cymbals!" answered the voice.

A moment later, the cymbals was on the stage, surrounded,
flattered, and pressed with lively interrogations. "Yes,"
he continued, "I know an old professor of the Chinese Bells,
a past-master in his art, and I know that he is still

One cry went up. The cymbals was looked on as a savior!
The leader of the orchestra embraced his devoted young
zealot (for the cymbals was still young). The trombones, in
the kindness of their hearts, encouraged him with smiles; a
double-bass cast him an envious glance; the drum rubbed his
hands, and grumbled: "He'll go far!" In short, the cymbals
enjoyed in that fleeting moment a taste of fame.

Forthwith a deputation, headed by the cymbals, set out
towards Batignolles, into the recesses of which, far from
the hubbub, the austere virtuoso was believed to have

It arrived.

To inquire for the old gentleman, to climb his nine
storeys, to ring with insinuating respect at his bell, and
to wait on the landing, all out of breath, was for our
ambassadors the work of an instant.

Suddenly, all heads were bared. A man of venerable
aspect, his face framed in silver hair falling in long locks
on to his shoulders, a head like Beranger's, a figure out of
a romance, stood on the threshold, and seemed to invite the
visitants to enter into his sanctuary.

It was he! They entered.

The casement window, with its frame of climbing plants,
opened on to the sky, flushed at this moment with the
splendor of the setting sun. Seats were few. For the
delegates from the Opera, the professor's couch was the only
substitute for these ottomans and hassocks which, alas,
abound only too often in the homes of our modern musicians.
In the corners could be seen the outlines of some sets of
ancient Chinese Bells; here and there lay several albums,
the titles of which attracted attention. First of all, _A
First Love_, a melody for the Chinese Bells solo, followed
by Brilliant Variations on the Chorale of Luther, a
concerto for three sets of Chinese Bells. Then, a septet
for Chinese Bells, entitled . Then a youthful
work, somewhat tinged with romanticism: Midnight Dances of
the Moorish Maidens in the Fields of Granada, at the Height
of the Inquisition, a great bolero for the Chinese Bells;
and finally, the chief work of the master: The Eve of a
Sunny Day, an overture for one hundred and fifty Chinese

The cymbals, deeply moved, stood as spokesman in the
name of the national Academy of Music. "Ah, so they
remember me now, do they?" said the aged master, with
bitterness. "I ought... My country before all! Gentlemen,
I shall go." The trombone insinuated that the part looked
difficult of execution. "No matter," said the professor,
reassuring them with a smile; and stretching out his hands,
crippled by the difficulties of a thankless instrument, he
said: "Till to-morrow, gentlemen! Eight o'clock, at the

Next day, there was a great to-do, in the corridors, in
the galleries, in the box of the anxious prompter: the news
had gone round. All the musicians, seated at their
music-stands, were waiting, their weapons in their hands.
The score of the New Music was now no longer any more than a
matter of secondary interest. And suddenly the low door
gave entrance to the man out of the past: eight o'clock was
striking! At the sight of this representative of the Old
Music, they all rose from their seats, offering him homage
as being a kind of posterity of his. Under his arm, laid in
a humble wrapping of serge, the patriarch carried the
instrument of vanished times; it assumed, in this way, the
proportions of a symbol. Threading between the stands, and
finding his way without hesitation, he took his seat on the
chair he used to occupy, to the left of the drum. Having
settled a black linen cap on his head, and a green shade
over his eyes, he unwrapped the Chinese Bells, and the
overture began.

But with the first bars, and from the first glance at his
score, the serenity of the old virtuoso seemed to be
clouded. Soon an anguished perspiration beaded his brow.
He leaned forward, as if to read better; his eyebrows were
drawn together, his eyes glued to the manuscript; feverishly
he turned it over and over; he seemed almost to stop

So the old man found something very extraordinary to
read, to be troubled so profoundly?

Indeed he did! The German master, from some Teutonic
malice, with Germanic harshness, with spiteful malignancy,
had taken pleasure in making the Chinese Bells' part simply
bristle with almost insurmountable difficulties! They trod
on each others heels, hurrying ingenious sudden! It was
a challenge! But judge for yourselves: the part was
exclusively made up of nothing but silences. Now, even
for people who are not expert in the business, what is there
more difficult for the Chinese Bells to perform than a
silence? And here was this aged artist, expected to
execute a vast crescendo of silences!

He turned rigid at the sight; a feverish movement slipped
from him! But from his instrument, not one sign betrayed
the sentiments which stirred him. Not one little bell
tinkled, Not one jingle! Not one tiny tingler moved. You
could feel that he had it completely in his power. He was
indeed a master, he too!

He played on. Without one stumble! With a mastery, a
sureness, a brio that filled the whole orchestra with
admiration, His execution, always restrained, but full of
fine shades, had a style so chaste, so pure in effect, that
sometimes it seemed strangely enough! as if one heard

Bravo! The cheers were about to break forth from every
side, when, in the classical heart of the old virtuoso, a
heaven-sent fury kindled into fire. With eyes aflame, and
waving aloft with terrific din his avenging instrument, like
a demon hovering over the orchestra, the worthy professor
burst forth:

"Gentlemen, I give it up; I understand nothing of it all.
Overtures are not written for a solo! I can't play; it is
too difficult! I protest, in the name of M. Clapisson, I
protest! There is no tune in all this. It's just a jumble!
Art is dead! We are falling into an abyss!"

And, struck by the thunderbolt of his own transports, he

In his fall, he cracked the big drum and disappeared
therein like a vanishing apparition!

And alas! in being thus swallowed up in the cavernous
flanks of the monster, he carried off with him for ever the
secret of the charms of the Old Music.


solomon levi
10-11-2011, 03:14 PM
Thanks guys! :)

10-11-2011, 04:28 PM
1 Kings 19:11-12

solomon levi
01-14-2012, 09:06 PM
"But to understand this art, one must above all know that God has created all things; and that He has created something out of nothing. This something is a seed, in which the purpose of its use and function is inherent from the beginning. And since all things have been created in an unfinished state, nothing is finished, but Vulcan must bring all things to their completion." - Paracelsus

01-16-2012, 06:19 PM
TOTALLY! Nice to see people coming around on this. This gets dismissed way too often as a some sort of old fashioned, Jesus-club "product of the times". We could probably find a hundred more quotes like these:

"This Art being given by Divine inspiration, and as a secret revealed from above, we implore God's help for every part of our work, the small as well as the great, for He alone hath the power to give or to withhold this knowledge from whomsoever He will. No one taketh this honour to himself, but God alone can enlighten the eyes and lift the cloud of natural mysteries, so that albeit you cannot understand the plainest things without Him, yet will you apprehend the most difficult arcana if He give you light." -Edward Kelly, The Theatre of Terrestrial Astronomy

01-18-2012, 05:59 AM
I've been saying this for a while too. I think what most people don't fully grok is how this is not some flowery, poetic language, but a very concrete statement. It seems on the surface (to the unfamiliar) as if the alchemists are talking obscurely, when in fact they are speaking directly.

The thing that can help the doubting Thomas in this department is recognition of just what is this occult or philosophers gold, glyphed by the point within the circle. Always at the center of things lies their Spirit, that thing responsible for forming and maintaining them, and this includes metals. Ariadne's Thread always leads one from the circumference of the maze to its centre, and out again. Combine this thread with recognition of the meaning of the Pythagorean Y, and you have manifestation all glyphed out.

But for the unconvinced, upon what axis does the galaxy turn? Ditto for the sun and earth? Why does the heme molecule center around an octahedral set of iron atoms? Why is chlorophyll, hemes equivalent in the plant world, also having a metallic atom at its centre? Why does the Kundalini sleep at the base of the spine, centre of contractive force, while the secret fire resides in his heart?

The mystery of the central Salt is a deep one indeed. :)

01-18-2012, 05:54 PM
I think what most people don't fully grok is how this is not some flowery, poetic language, but a very concrete statement. It seems on the surface (to the unfamiliar) as if the alchemists are talking obscurely, when in fact they are speaking directly.

Exactly. Well said.
I understand how some folks have a block against organized religion, and that doesn't help in understanding all the God stuff. I've been there. I'm still there sometimes. But seriously... all the "secrets" that certain practitioners think are being hid from them, are right there in the texts - the God parts of the texts. To me, that's part of the "by the grace of god" thing. If you're not willing to be open to the God stuff in the writings and try to truly understand/meditate/grok/pray on them, you're not going to get very far.

solomon levi
01-18-2012, 08:30 PM
Yes, indeed.
For me, this is also the proof of alchemy.
I know that alchemy and the Philosophers' stone exist because existence exists.
That may not make sense to some.

It is unfortunate that the word "God" has so many religious connotations.
There can never be a religion that is the whole which is God.

01-19-2012, 09:20 AM
And let's not even start on the epithets applied to Hermes long before Christ took on the same titles:
- the way
- the path
- the light