[I could be creating, instead of discovering, a connection between these two dreams, and I don't care. To think of them as twins, as negative action and positive reaction, appeals to my scientific/hermetic obsessions. If the connection only existed in my mind, I'm happy to provide the force that brings them together, here.]
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I see a man standing a few feet away in a large, open space. Maybe it is me, and I am looking at myself from an outside perspective.
There is an explosion of intuited action, so much that all images blur--I only have a sensation, a feeling of upheaval. A great change has come: now.
I see the man. A giant cosmic cord from the heavens, reaching down like a tendril--it is in fact green--has wrapped itself around the man's heart. This moment is apocalyptic, revelatory: I am seeing what has always existed but was hidden. The tendril is choking the man's heart; it has incredible strength. At the same time, the man's heart has ensnared the tendril. The tendril's natural tendency is to rise, but it has been weighted down.
This is a vision of the heart's darkness, of evil: hatred, fear, anger, envy. The darkness comes from the choking of the heart, though the tendril is not evil--it is also enslaved by the heart.
The great upheaval is the release of both the heart and the cord. They were bonded together as if by enchantment, and I am witnessing the explosive release of that bond. I can't say how it happened.
The man's heart is light. He feels a rush of relief; he feels joy--to some extent, he is transfigured.
The tendril snaps back up to the heavens with a speed and a force unlike any I've seen; it is returning to its natural position in the heavens.
This is visionary: the images flow together like water.
The background is beige, a sort of stone, and I see the tendril, now upright, lock into place in the stone. It transforms into the top of a medieval round tower, a bit like this:
However, I see it from the inside, as if I were looking at a cut away model, a mason's draft. Stairs lead up to the small window at the top of this tower, and the stairs continue upward toward higher towers in a castle too large for me to perceive. The stairs are not complete. The tendril created the top of this tower in an empty space, so the stairs lead downward, and upward, for a few steps, and then vanish. Presumably, where I now see empty space will eventually be filled when other tendrils are released from other human hearts.
I wrote that the tendril seemed to lock into place in stone, similar in color to the pictured tower above, before it transformed into a tower. That's true. However, it is not a mere image; it has some reality. I could physically stand upon the tower's landing, and yet it is also just paint on stone. My perspective pulls out a little, and I see other floating towers, all of the same style, some higher, some lower, some larger, some smaller, and all with stairs leading upward and downward and vanishing into emptiness--I feel that eventually the stairs will all connect and a network of passages will create a magnificent floating castle out of all these as yet disconnected towers. The as yet unreleased tendrils will eventually create a heavenly palace.
The whole of the structure strikes me as sublime, breathtaking--really, it is too gorgeous to describe.
There are a few people. Some are walking up stairs, and others are looking out the small windows. They have some movement, but not much. They are somehow between image and reality. They wear long, colorful robes and generally look like the figures in Raphael's School of Athens.
Though the people are somehow paintings, they also have depth. They are real, but they are in another world, and therefore they appear to me as depictions made in paint on stone.
My perspective zooms in, and upon the inner wall of the first tower, I see text. It is written in ink, as if on paper, scratched out by the hand of some old scribe.
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The hermetic motto of William Butler Yeats was Daemon est Deus inversus, or, A demon is a god in reverse.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
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