"A Needle's Eye" as a symbol of Kether by W.B. Yeats

I want to try to discuss about his magical skills in his symbols. 

The symbols in Yeats's art works are based on Yeats's magical skills, so his magic theory would be absorbed in his poetry and story books.

I think his magical skills are practical to search for the Holy Grail to get to the New Age as the Knight Parcifal. Of course, the Daimonic world makes the New World but the secular world is still secular

which is dominated by the law of  Karma.

 

Yeats tried to awaken the Divine Feminine in the world as the Holy Grail, Sophia. Red Hanrahan is Magician- adept- poet to awaken the sleeping Beauty, Sophia.

Now I guess that his magical skills are different from the sages, his predecessors with traditional Rosicrucianism and Cabbalah, although his magic skills are belonging to the traditional Cabblah and Rosicrucianism.

I would like to explain the Needle's eye also is a symbol of the Cabbalah, the Tree of Life.

It shows the symbol of Kether.

       

A Needle's Eye

 

All the stream that's roaring by
Came out of a needle's eye;
Things unborn, things that are gone,
From needle's eye still goad it on. 

 

 

I surf on the web for the Kether as "a point" which means "needle's eye" :

 

"Kether has many titles: Existence of Existences, Concealed of the Concealed, Ancient of Ancients, Ancient of Days, Primordial Point, the Smooth Point, the Point within the Circle, the Most High, the Inscrutable Height, the Vast Countenance (Arik Anpin), the White Head, the Head which is not, Macroprosopus. Taken together, these titles imply that Kether is the first, the oldest, the root of existence, remote, and its most accurate symbol is that of a point. Kether precedes all forms of existence, all differentiation and distinction, all polarity. Kether contains everything in potential, like a seed that sprouts and grows into a Tree, not once, but continuously. Kether is both root and seed. Because it precedes all forms and contains all opposites it is not like anything. You can say it contains infinite goodness, but then you have to say that it contains infinite evil. Wrapped up in Kether is all the love in the world, and wrapped around the love is all the hate. Kether is an outpouring of purest, radiant light, but equally it is the profoundest stygian dark. And it is none of these things; it precedes all form or polarity, and its Virtue is unity. It is a point without extension or qualities, but it contains all creation within it as an unformed potential. " 

 

Yeats shows Kether as a magician, I think.  How do you think about my thought?

I would like to publish a book for Yeats's hidden magical skills in his art works.

Yeats once told that "I look at what I have written with some alarm, for I have told more of the ancient secret than many among my fellow-students think it right to tell."

 

Yeats told tha he wrote the "hidden things" so "I have often felt my tongue become just so heavy and clumsy."    

Kether in Tree  of Life is shown to his poem "A  Needle's Eye" but he might feel his words are clumsy.

 Dear Magus and Gnostics in the world,




Recently I wrote a song for W.B. Yeats's special song "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven."


I think that his dreams and magical power would awaken the Divine Feminine in the world, Daughter Sophia.


I know now he is the chosen man as the Knight and magician.

I should respond to his song and his devotion now, for I was awakened from his songs.

 Enjoy the song to celebrate for the great adept's magical song.

 Rose Mina

 

The Response

-For W.B. Yeats’s poem “He wishes for the Cloths Heaven”

                                                                  Written by Mina

At last I can respond to your song

“He wishes for the Cloths Heaven.”

Your song was made all your dreams 

Which gives me the hidden Wisdom

So I can respond your song now.

And your songs come to me as the carpet of Heaven

Weaved with golden and silver light

And with some dark, blue and red light.





The time for our meeting would not come

At that time, so your heart was so sad and poor.

But you made the song with your dreams for us,

With magician’s mystic dreams and power. 

          And the dreams gave me the key of Wisdom.

Your magic power could weave the carpet

So it flew highly to the sky and came beyond

The mountains and beyond the seas.

Now I could understand your all dreams.

So I could be awakened by your songs

From the long sleeping to rely on

Against the gate of the Heavens.

One by one I can throw away the pieces

Of y the magic dream to respond to 

Your magic power for searching for Excalibur.

        As we can be flying with the carpet of Heavens

        The holy Jerusalem with twelve gates

        Comes down into the world with your songs.

        I could fly highly on the carpet of Heavens

        Like a new bride on the sedan chair

        And I would tread on your dreams of the songs

        To enter into the Holy Jerusalem.





         At last I would pray for you

         To throw away your old care and worrying.

         Because I am growing up from day to day

         To understand your mystical dream songs as you see.

         People in the world are all blind and deaf of your songs,

         Only I can listen and understand the mystical meanings,

         So I could respond to you like this.

         Oh, although your love is so poor and bitter,

         Your magical songs would be hanging

         On the wall of the Holy Jerusalem

         And flapping forever as the universal flag of victory.

A Fallen Blossom

Written by Cho Mina

Having possession of nothing is

To be a tree rooted deeply

To the ground and no movement at all.

The monk, Pubchung’s thought of the possession of nothing

Is to be nailed on a special place

To be united his belief with Buddah’s generosity.

A little wild flower could be blooming

In the Universal Mandara

By light itself and abundant life power

As a living perfect Nirvana flower.

Having possession of nothing is

No swaying by the endless swaying

The self which is searching for the real home

Is nailed on the One Self.

And identified with it as united deeply with Oneness.

The movement of stars is rooted deeply as star flowers of the universal tree

The wild small flower of the country side also is rooted

Deeply as Universe by rooting the same place.

The revolution of the stars is rooted deeply by themselves

As the star flowers on the Universal Tree

The wild small flower of the country side also is rooted

Deeply on the one place as the fullness

Of being united with the Universe.

Having of possession of nothing is becoming

A free soul in a trance to fly up to the heaven

With the fullness by itself

As throwing away all the secular heavy burdens.

The soul is a free figure of the fallen blossom.

It is a butterfly’s wing beats to fly up to the heaven

Peeling off the skins

Of the agony from the secular world

And all of the sudden to be rooted on the One Self

And being united with the perpetual revolution of the stars.

William Butler Yeats as the Arthurian Knight and the current Knight Templars.

Dear Knight Templars,

I am happy to hear the news about the Knight Templar society. I am awakened by the Rosicrucian magician and Arthurian Knight, W.B. Yeats. And now I understand the metapysical poems for the Holy Grail, the Divine Feminine, Sophia. Actually Yeats took the poems by automatic writing and thoughts by the unknown instructors, archangels. As the right time comes I can call all sages in the world to search for the hidden Holy Grail in the world. I believe that the hidden Holy Grail is the Divine Feminine as the real Creator in the Universe. Here is the White magical poem for calling the Knights and sages in the world: BECAUSE we love bare hills and stunted trees And were the last to choose the settled ground, Its boredom of the desk or of the spade, because So many years companioned by a hound, Our voices carry; and though slumber-bound, Some few half wake and half renew their choice, Give tongue, proclaim their hidden name -- 'Hound Voice.' The women that I picked spoke sweet and low And yet gave tongue. 'Hound Voices' were they all. We picked each other from afar and knew What hour of terror comes to test the soul, And in that terror's name obeyed the call, And understood, what none have understood, Those images that waken in the blood. Some day we shall get up before the dawn And find our ancient hounds before the door, And wide awake know that the hunt is on; Stumbling upon the blood-dark track once more, Then stumbling to the kill beside the shore; Then cleaning out and bandaging of wounds, And chantS of victory amid the encircling hounds. ("Hound Voice" by W.B. Yeats)

This is one of the famous Gnostic poems and his last period poems to make the magical power as the Knight Templar/ Arthurian Knight, Parcifa to call the current Knight Templars and sages in the world by Mother Sophia, the Real Savior and Sophia-Isis. The magical poem is not written by the poet, Yeats's own power but by the Mother Sophia's Will. Therefore, if the awakened Knights they should be humble and bow to the poem's Light and Power. Let me introduce the hidden meanings of the magical songs: the dead hare is a symbol of Sophia as the fallen Sophia, Cleopatra, Mary Magdalene, and the Red Rose in the world. She was fallen and disappeared as you know the legned of the Holy Grail. She was awakened the White magician Yeats as the messenger of the Arch angels. He left his magical songs for the future generation with alchemy, Gnosticism,Rosicrucianism, Druidism and Hinduism. He just followed the traditional Christian Gnosticism and Rosicrucism for the Holy Grail. The Hunters and Hounds are symbols of the Knight Templars, Sages in the world as both men nd women. Th song shows at last the Templars could find the Holy Grail, the Kill, the Dead hare as the symbol of the Holy Grail, the reincarnation of Mary Magdalene: "Then cleaning out and bandaging of wounds, / chantS of victory amid the encircling hounds. " I am now running to call all sages as the Mountain Hare, to prepare for New Age. If you have the ear to hear and eye to see, you can understand and find the magical power from the song for Sophia mystery. I would like to open the Sophia, the Holy Grail secret to you. I called and opened the secret to the current Yeatsians but they are cowards to follow the dead hare's "blood-dark track." The hare is jumping and running to hunting time! I would like to introduce Yeats, the Knight Parcifal's last poem which was written by him and he passed away after a week after in 1939, so it would hide great secret for the Holy Grail by the great magician and Knight:

Say that the men of the old black tower, Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds, Their money spent, their wine gone sour, Lack nothing that a soldier needs, That all are oath-bound men: Those banners come not in. There in the tomb stand the dead upright, But winds come up from the shore: They shake when the winds roar, Old bones upon the mountain shake. Those banners come to bribe or threaten, Or whisper that a man's a fool Who, when his own right king's forgotten, Cares what king sets up his rule. If he died long ago Why do you dread us so? There in the tomb drops the faint moonlight, But wind comes up from the shore: They shake when the winds roar, Old bones upon the mountain shake. The tower's old cook that must climb and clamber Catching small birds in the dew of the morn When we hale men lie stretched in slumber Swears that he hears the king's great horn. But he's a lying hound: Stand we on guard oath-bound! There in the tomb the dark grows blacker, But wind comes up from the shore: They shake when the winds roar, Old bones upon the mountain shake. ("Black Tower")

William Butler Yeats

The "Old bones" is a symbol of the dead hare's bones as the legend of Sophia. The soldiers are symbol of the Knights and sages in the world. As you see they are sleeping. The Black Tower is a symbol of the Divine Feminine, the Holy Grail, and Mother Sophia. The hare is returning as the returning of Sophia-Isis. We can think about the tragic history of the Knight Templars, Jacque De Molay.

In Light and Love, Mina

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We are in the distance. written by Mina

We are in the distance
-Respond to W. B. Yeats’s poem "Hound Voice"


Written by Mina Cho



Like the unmanned aerial vehicle system to go to the Moon or Mars.
I wish the old mother would be in peace
In every day she could take the meals, food and drugs
By calling the phone to talk with
I could contact with the old friends by Kakao Talk.


Or I could call the true comrades in the world
By the Facebook Discussing about the endless and mystical old myth
Suddenly I was light sleeping.
In the night of the full moon
I can hear the wolf’s growling from a distance


The sound of the dragging dress of the Moon
While it goes for a walk.
And I hear the hounds voice around the village.
I would be a lonely hare on the deep mountain, watching down all scenes.
And I am grinning
By looking up the dark sky from a distance.

In the night of the full moon
The lonely hare is jumping out highly
Rhyming the sound of the wolf’s growling
The awakened hare is jumping out with its front feet excitedly
From the mountain top to the mountain top
From the faraway, I would tart myself up
To call out for the hunters and hounds
As I am starting to jump into
The silent and quirky mountain slopes
In my soul persistently.

The Songs for the Holy Grail by Mina to respond to WB Yeats's song, "Hound Voice"

In our age,computer is essential and helpful for us to contact with each other.
I have three computers one is laptop computer, new one, which I bought as I wrote and uploaded to the publisher to make e-book, "Searching for the Holy Grail." I think that the people would not read any novel like mine.
Even most of Yeats scholars would not send the feedback to me. A few people who research and meditation about Universe and New Age gave me the feedback. However, I have encouraged the religious scholars such as James Tabor, Barrie Wilson, Elaine Pagels, etc. Although I am alone on the mountain top as the most lonely thing so far. I just commemorate on my own time for the jumping hare in 2014. I would like to believe the prophecy for the Holy Grail, in my central belief and we have time a little more.
I translated my recent poem in English to respond WB Yeats's prophetic poem, "Hound Voice."

***

"We are in the distance"

-Respond to WB Yeats’s Hound Voice
Mina Cho


Like the unmanned aerial vehicle system to go to the Moon or Mars.
I wish the old mother would be in peace
In every day she could take the meals, food and drugs
By calling the phone to talk with I could contact with the old friends by Kakao Talk.
Or I could call the true comrades in the world By the Facebook Discussing about the endless and mystical old myth.
Suddenly I was light sleeping.
In the night of the full moon.
I can hear the wolf’s growling from a distance.
The sound of the dragging dress of the Moon
While it goes for a walk.
And I hear the hounds voice around the village.
I would be a lonely hare on the deep mountain, watching down all scenes.
And I am grinning By looking up the dark sky from a distance.


In the night of the full moon The lonely hare is jumping out highly
Rhyming the sound of the wolf’s growling
The awakened hare is jumping out with its front feet excitedly
From the mountain top to the mountain top
From the faraway, I would tart myself up
To call out for the hunters and hounds
As I am starting to jump into
The silent and quirky mountain slopes In my soul persistently.

***

"Hound Voice"
Written by W. B. Yeats


Because we love bare hills and stunted trees
And were the last to choose the settled ground,
Its boredom of the desk or of the spade, because
So many years companioned by a hound,
Our voices carry; and though slumber-bound,
Some few half wake and half renew their choice,
Give tongue, proclaim their hidden name -- 'hound voice.'



The women that I picked spoke sweet and low
And yet gave tongue. 'Hound voices' were they all.
We picked each other from afar and knew
What hour of terror comes to test the soul,
And in that terror's name obeyed the call,
And understood, what none have understood,
Those images that waken in the blood.
Some day we shall get up before the dawn
And find our ancient hounds before the door,
And wide awake know that the hunt is on;
Stumbling upon the blood-dark track once more,
Then stumbling to the kill beside the shore;
Then cleaning out and bandaging of wounds,
And chants of victory amid the encircling hounds.



We can see the scene of the Victory with finding the dead "hare" by the "Hunters" and "Hounds".
What are the symbols of the "Hare", "Hunters" and "Hounds"?
As the metaphsical song, the symbols are certainly Yeats's magical power.
I declared that Yeats was the great magician and Gnostic priest with the metaphyscal songs.
His unknown instructors told that "we have come to give you metaphors for poetry."
The unknown instructors are the Archangels I believe who was brought by Mother Sophia's will.