The inspiration for this piece came to me in a vision of shame, filth, and the weight of millenia of suffering. It poured down upon me and into me as a whirlpool. It became a great weight upon me, holding my center in a powerful grip. Then began a spinning cyclone in that same center, and all the junk, the dirt, the lies, the injustices, and the tools of evil began unearthing. The spinning became powerful, painful, and terrifying. I looked upon all that was there, the same as all that is there in each of us. I saw it all.
What is there, in the core of the vessel? Is the receptacle awaiting the emission, within which lies the data? Yet the information is perceived as opposing. The cell process, as metaphor, presents the division, the duality, and the very paradoxical concept which creates the disintegration. To study the duality, one must pass through the doorway which is seen as the yellow gateway, and through the eye of the tiger. Within, one will feel the powerful heat of the inner sun, and see the dazzling array of the crystals, in the room without walls.
Mg(OH)2 although in many forms, appears in this space as honey–the nourishing nectar of the core. But wait! Is this not also the fire which does not consume? Does it not contain that which expels, cleanses, and does it not remove that which creates imbalance? Does the human body not crave the magnesium within the brucite crystal? See it there, within the core, and beyond.
But, beware the SiO2. It is deceptive, elusive, and dangerous to those who do not understand its power. Yet within it lies the silica–that which some believe must replace the carbon and thereby activate the human genomes into enlightenment. The rare citrine reminds the seeking souls that things are rarely as they appear. The presence of the power stone reminds the traveller that he, or she, indeed lingers in a place of paradox.
Now comes the aroma of Rosa. They are yellow. It is a sign that the Blessed Mother, the immaculate embodiment of the Divine Feminine, is present. She is within all female humans, and all male humans, and she carries the powerful oil of the rose. Let her anoint you, and heal you. She teaches us to mind the paradox of the Way of the Rose. Your path to perfection will be accompanied by the sharp thorns of pain.
The Helianthus reach for heaven. They are the towers of the 16 Tarot. They look to God, then bow. Their core is hidden from those who would devour, and they instruct us thus? Or have they, instead, turned from the Most High–splendid in their majestic likeness to the all powerful sun, yet defeated as the broken spirit of those trapped in underworld? The paradox is indeed plainly before the eyes of the traveler.
Hear now the Apis. They aggravate, they annoy, they sting. Such a small thing indeed can strike a human with a swift and terrifying death. The buzzing is troublesome for some. But, for you, will you instead hear a vibration of what lies beyond? Is there a message within the frequency of the tiny bee? Is it hovering as if to say: “listen and hear me, listen to my story. Am I not unlike the rose? Within me is the power to give–the healing nectar of my kingdom. For you I create sweetness. My honey is made to nurture your body, and your soul. And, like the pricks of the rose, I sting. I am another creature in duality, as are you. From my work, I seldom rest.” The honeycomb of the bee is created in a brilliantly perfect hexagonal display of sacred geometry. There is much to learn from the honeybee.
The arrival of the S. canaria signals change. He sings a new song. The way is safe. All is purified by the crystals. You are immaculate, all powerful. The trinity, or the sacred triangle, are within your core. Do not be afraid. His melody is a message of encouragement. There is nothing to fear. The carbon is transformed. You are safe to explore, and to mine the core through the depths of endlessness. You are free. He has transformed from the harbinger of danger to the symbol of freedom. Limitations no longer exist on the human quest toward the One Source. Go!
The Core is a miraculous sensory experience. The body becomes alive with the transmission of beauty to behold, sweetness to taste, frequencies to hear, and the scent of heaven itself. Reach out and touch the fabric of manifestation. It is there for your enjoyment and your learning. Mother Earth provides an endless journey into mysteries and wonders. All science, mathematics, and arts exist at the fingertips of the human. Here, within the core, is the decoding of the human body. Do you not perceive it? Once an adventurer enters the Crystal Core, he has stepped into a new and different reality. For the human brain can not un-know. She hungers for God. She desires to eat of the knowledge. She will never leave.
With great love,
Robin
Robin P. Currie Grimoire of Scripture 
Veils of Persona
This piece was inspired by a vision that I have been transcribing for a year. Today, everything in this vision was on fire. I stood and watched it all burn, yet He was by my side, watching it too.
We hide. We hide ourselves, and we hide others. We veil our truth. We walk the earth enshrouded, covered with a cloak of invisibility, to remain secret from those around us. We have blinded ourselves. We refuse to look upon the souls of others. Is this intentional? Is this our game? Or have we been tricked into believing that we must remain unseen and unknown? This notion represents the very division that some of us so passionately denounce, and others embrace. This is our game, of forgetting who we are. We have developed what Carl Jung has referred to as The Persona.
The mask, or persona, is a widely accepted concept which has been applied to nearly every human. Some psychologists even go so far as to explain that adopting a persona is necessary. I have read that archetypal development allegedly creates instability, thus necessitating a constructed persona. True? I ask now, what would happen if we intentionally lifted all veils? Can you imagine what we would see? We would see, as in a mirror, who and what we truly are.
We would see murderous rage, perversion, hate, and all manner of horrors. We would see pride, ego, lust for power, and selfishness. We would see greed. Thus some would say we are called to remain veiled out of necessity–to shield others from the filth of our humanity. It would shock us, and we would be repulsed by the knowledge. Yet consider this: persona, mask, or veil (whichever name for it you prefer) is present, yet do we not know, deep within our heart of hearts, who and what we are? Perhaps yes, and perhaps no. Being able to imagine what we would see without personas in place means that we do, indeed, already know. Otherwise, we would not be able to imagine–for some say that one cannot imagine a thing for which one has no knowledge. Therefore, one could say that shroud or no shroud, humans know humans.
We conceal our true selves for we believe ourselves to be impure and unholy. But, in that process, what else do we, as complex humans, suppress, and hide? Surely there are good things that also become buried. We cover our love, our compassion, our humility. We conceal our light and the very fire of God, which would have us appearing as the pillar of fire in the.book of Exodus. Are we actually one and the same as that phenomenon–guiding, comforting, protecting, lightening, and perhaps, enlightening? Would we appear as the burning bush, engulfed and within a fire that does not consume? Are we hiding the very holy manifestations of God, Himself–each of us as the divine human? I must know.
I wish to see. I wish to see all. And thus by wishing to see the uncovered human, I must understand that I will be looking upon all that is paradoxical– immaculate elements along with those we consider obscene. Where is the love, we ask? It is behind the veil, I aver. To seek and find love in its purest form, known as agape, we must face the antithesis, for this is a universal law: polarity, paradox, as above so below.
I yearn to see the holy fires, walking this planet earth. I seek those who would unveil themselves to me, and I desire to do the same. I beseech all: let me.look upon your glorious beauty and all that our Creator has declared as “good”. And yes, I will look upon your perceived darkness, your ugliness, and your agony, for only then will I truly see God, as you and I are made in His image and likeness. I say perceived because evil can only linger within the darkness of our shrouds. When the veil is torn in two, there is light.
My prayer for today: God, send me the courage to lift my veil. Send me strength to see others without their shrouds. Support me and encourage me, as this new journey will be fraught with terror. Comfort me, as this new journey will be daunting, and exhausting. Celebrate with me as I discover truth, love, and divine creation in Your perfect image. Amen.