Auxilium Meum a Parentibus Meis

My help comes from my Parents

Pentacle 2 Venus

I can’t comprehend my place.  My senses have been obscured by forces I cannot perceive.  There is only a faint notion of something passed, something mysterious, something powerful, something controlling that began me, that began all that I know.  It seems that there are a select few who have pierced the veil.  They don’t seek to share the knowledge of what they know or what they believe they know.  Their desire is only to become the new masters, replacing those that have past on from our collective consciousness.

They form clandestine groups to protect the esoteric awareness uncovered but unfortunately, as far as I can see no wisdom has been gleaned.  They compile riches selfishly and war with one another to stand alone as monarchs of but a pond on a vast estate on a massive landmass of an incalculable sphere comprising an infinite existence.  What they perceive in their ignorance however, is but a grain of sand of a neverending desert.  In their self-obsessed arrogance, they manipulate and eliminate anything that stands in opposition to their absolute sovereignty.

For the layperson, for myself, we must dedicate ourselves to exposing that which has been hidden from us.  All of the meaningless minutia that has been forced upon us blurring the line between truth and imagination or invention that has been laid before us is a distraction that must be ignored.  Where we live, the clothes we dawn, the property and vehicles we own, the partner we take as a status symbol are all designed to be a diversion influencing misguided desires, our fears and aspirations – keeping us from seeing unfettered verity.

We are, I am, Being existing for reasons I am unable to fathom in a form of another’s design mired in a perfume scented cesspool while my self-entitled, self-centered, self-serving siblings scheme to conquer and control what is not theirs to control.  Where have our parents gone and why have they abandoned us to begin with?  And what of their parents, our grandparents?  Is this what it means to be family, to leave behind children fighting for trinkets which have been left behind?  Though we be siblings by birth some of us choose to understand our heritage, to be loyal to a higher state of being.  For that we require our progenitors to provide the continuity between what was,  the expectations that were laid before us and what now “is”.

Though children can disappoint and fail us they are still needy frequently losing their way. Some do come round, evolving and maturing beyond their foibles searching for substance, for more than the artificial and superficial.  To accomplish this they MUST have intervention and the guidance of parents.  So with complete meekness, we beseech you, I beseech you – da mihi potestatem et adiuva me verterem figuram mundi

Pentacle 4 MoonMystic IImercury4

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

Pentacle 2 Saturn