urther to the Tree of Life analysis, here as promised are the 22 Creative forces These creative forces are better known as Paths 11 through to 32 of the 32 paths to Wisdom. ❤️🧡💛💚💙👁💜☯️ These 22 concepts represent the active movement and transition of energy between the Sephiroth on the Tree of Life. They are most commonly represented by the Hebrew alphabet, which is said to be a series of sounds based on the 22 essential frequencies of creation. They are also directly represented by the Major Arcana in the Tarot. ☯️💜👁💙💚💛🧡❤️ These movements or frequencies are said to express the process of creation as it manifests from the incorporeal realms of god all the way down into the physical reality which we are experiencing now. It is the same process by which thoughts, feelings and inspirations enter into our consciousness, even informing us of the tangible actions we perform for our bodies in our day to day lives. It speaks about the concept of creation, not creation of the earth itself. These are abstract and ancient concepts, and the truth of this pattern and process has become distorted and disconnected. This information seeks to give you an understanding of the NATURE of the idea rather than indoctrinating you to a specific interpretation of it. I would ask you not to focus too closely on the actual letter or signifier and instead absorb as much about the concept as you can using what you learn as we go through them. Wisdom without understanding got us here, but understanding without wisdom can actually help save us all. ❤️🧡💛💚💙👁💜☯️ First off = The Hebrew alphabet of 22 letters is divided into 3 unique groupings. The 3 mother letters, 7 double letters and the 12 single or simple letters. Perhaps you already recognise some signifcant parallels forming as we learn of this. In essence the mothers are the root forces from which the remaining letters decend and also represent the holy trinity as well as the elements Air Water and Fire. The 7 doubles all have dual natures describing opposing concepts like Life and Death, Wisdom and Folly or War and Peace. They have multiple pronounciations and correlations with the Chakras in the body, the 7 Alchemical noble metals and the 7 local celestial bodies, that being the Sun Moon and planets out to Saturn. The 12 single letters each represent singular ideas and bear singular pronunciations, they can be easily related to the 12 signs of the Zodiac. Together all 22 pathways correlate with the 22 cards of the Major Arcana in the Tarot.

Fancy some tasty old world wisdom for breakfast friend? This is the Tree of Life. It is an ancient conceptual diagram and metaphysical map that symbolizes the structure of consciousness and how it expresses itself in creation. It appears within many religious and spiritual manifests and as such there are many variations of this divine pattern. It has been adapted and rediscovered many times. The origin of all forms is the morphogenic field. It is comprised of 12 points, 10 are visible, 1 is invisible and 1 refers to pattern itself. ❤️🧡💛💚💙👁️💜 The 10 interconnected circles on the Tree of Life are called Sephirah, which means 'count' in Hebrew. They symbolize the 10 emanations of the divine through which the infinite becomes the finite. Each circle is a level of consciousness and realm of specific characteristics, processes, and forces existing in the Cosmos and the Self. The 22 paths connecting them are called Navitoth, meaning private/ personal pathways, and these describe the unique interactions and relationships between levels along 3 horizontal paths, 7 vertical paths and 12 diagonal paths. 💜👁️💙💚💛🧡❤️ Rooted in the heavens, the tree of life grows top to bottom, flourishing oppositely. Divine energy flows along pathways in both directions. The descent of divine energy from above is called the Path of Creation or the Path of Enlightenment. This descent is expressed symbolically as the Lightning Flash Path, shown as a sword bent into the jagged path of a lightning strike. Each sephirah is touched, from the Crown with its roots at the top right through to the Kingdom at the bottom. This is the path of source and the experience of enlightenment. ❤️🧡💛💚💙👁️💜 The Path of Redemption is the ascent of mundane energy from below. This is the Path of the Serpent sometimes called the Path of Ascension. It is symbolically represented by a snake that coils around each of the twenty-two pathways on the tree. The serpent winds in and around each path but unlike the source energy it does not touch the sephirah themselves, or leave the central pillar. This is the path of return and the experience of Ascension. (see image)

'I was naked and laid low, When I reached the great below. Strong-handed and deathless at the divide, With the aether, sun, moon and stars in my stride' ❤️🧡💛💚💙🌚💜 Praise be to Ra, O Re, that great one in the Light, the first of the Gods, who shines forth with multicolored rays in the eastern sky who sails the cosmos in his glory. Hail Horus on the Horizon as he rises. He who comes forth from the lotus blossom, The mighty god of life. Praise the creator, the life-giver, who bestows light and vitality upon all living beings. Strong is the Ka of Ra, the living image of Amun, rescued from every bad thing eternally. Hail Horus The red one, O mighty bright sun, child of Hathor, great lady of gold, eldest of the falcon-gods, Ancient of worship, Ancient of name. O Horus, whose left eye is the sun, whose right shines as the moon, here at your mercy is a glow on the horizon. Your radiance, This graceful Sun is rising. Hail Ra, Hail Re oh great flames and warming fire. Breathing life into oceans, sands, stone and the pyre. Hail Horus of rainstorms, war, weather and sky. 💜🌚💙💚💛🧡❤️ Heavenly illustrious laughter-loving queen. Sea-born night-loving by abundant means The triple Fates are ruled by thy decree, and all productions yield alike to thee: Whatever the heavens encircled contain, Fruit-producing earth and the stormy rain, Goddess of marriage, charming to the sight, Mother of Loves, whom banqueting delight; Source of persuasion, Secret, favoring queen, Born of earth apparent, the power unseen, 🌗 The mystic rites of those nightly choirs, Composed of sacred loud-resounding fires. Hear me, terrestrial mother, mighty queen, Whether unsighted or on holy mountain seen, Attending Persephone when back from night, Fates and Graces lead her up to light; Give Earth a blameless store of fruits to bear, Make my mystic's life your care. Or if to dwell in thee delights, With holy aspect, bless these rites. ❤️🧡💛💚💙🌚💜

The Secret of Secrets - Your essential nature, beyond all attributes, transcends all qualities, even that of existence itself. Before science measured light, the mystics mapped it. Not with telescopes but through meditation, spiritual practice and the chambers of their own being. They found that beyond the light of being lies the light of non being. A darkness so luminous and complete it dissolves all who attempt to gaze upon it. A black so brilliant it erases the distinction between seeing and being seen. The mystics called this bewilderment before the divine essence. In that bewilderment, perception collapses and the self dissolves, what remains is what always was, and what will always be. Here there is no you, no God, no distance, no distinction. There is only pure awareness suspended within its infinite formless abyss. This is the point where the all seeing eye sees into itself. It sees itself seeing and in that moment the boundary between man and god evaporates. This dazzling darkness is not a metaphor, it is the recorded experience of the Sufi saints, the Kabbalists, the Tibetan Buddhists, the Christian Hermits and Mystics from many wisdom teachings throughout human history. Just as a star collapses into a black hole so too does consciousness collapse when it approaches the infinite. At the edge of God, awareness implodes. The radiant becomes the void and the void reveals its radiance as the background holding the darkness from which all light and all universes emerge. The 'nothing' that we fear is instead 'all things' without the limitation of experiencing existence as those things. There lies the silent eternal witness, awareness that was never born, consciousness that can never die. The hidden treasure that loves to be known. It is the threshold of the soul where man ends and the ineffable divine begins. It cannot be described because description requires distance and distance does not exist here. What lies beyond the edges of perception, beyond death, beyond the self, beyond the veil of forgetting is not oblivion, it is fullness, a return. In full sensory deprivation the mind emits light. In cosmic extremity matter collapses into black holes that emit radiation. At both ends of the spectrum, the darkness shines. Creation and perception obey the same metaphysical laws. Cosmos and Consciousness reveal themselves as different faces of the same phenomena.

Before I could speak I spoke within dream Unborn whispers in my mother’s mind, a sound, a seed, my soul. "My name is Ca ra" Born now and bound in form, bound in word, bound to meaning. C a r a The Friend. The Dear one The Beloved. The Bridge. The significance of a sound, a simple secret held away, my sacred shadow. Lifetimes later I learn it again. a name unwritten a sound once spoken, never spelled. I am Ca ra, and now, I am Ka ra too. blackness, darkness, emptiness the void, the womb before light, to call, to proclaim, to read, to recite a ray of light held in the dark, the hand that reaches for it. I have been to the edge of perception where witness falls away and time forgets itself, into the oceanic void that holds all worlds without holding any, Nun before form, Tao before name, Black water that remembers without memory, a silence not empty but immeasurable, a primordial song. From that depth I returned with a different kind of seeing, not the worship of brightness, but a deep knowing that light is born from the eternal unseen. I learned the way of Wu Wei, of the effortless turning of the hinge, the path that does not force, yet easily changes everything. I have met the moon and felt her hidden within me in heart and blood, in the salt of my tears, the tides building behind my eyes. I have held the raw gaze of the blazing sun, Ra in his glory of becoming, the great eye opening day I have known true radiance: and looked upon the mask the formless wears when it wishes to be witnessed. I have walked along the threshold, the border between worlds, A wilderness where roads cross and meanings shift, where the message arrives as riddles, as synchronicity and sudden knowing. It does not drag truth into the room; it knocks, it laughs, it vanishes, and leaves the door hanging open in my mind. I stepped through. listening for the hush beneath language. seeking to measure the keeper of measurement, to find the one who writes what is real so reality can remember its own pattern.