The Dancing with the Hermit on the Top of Mt. Meru. Written by Mina Cho.

 A Poem for the New Age in 2013.


W.B.Yeats studied magical skills over 30 years and wrote his magical poetry to prepare for the New Age and the completion of Great Work. I would like to reply to Yeats's magical poem for the Tarot symbol. The Fisherman is shown to the completion  of the Great Work.  I also would like to clim the Mountain, as the upstanding young man.  You can see the image of the Hermit, Key 9 and the image of the Fisherman in Yeats's poem which is related to the symbol of Tarot  Key 17.  
Also you can see  the symbol of dancing and dancer in Yeats's poems in my poem.



 

The Dancing with the Hermit on the Top of Mt. Meru

                                    -Responding  to  W. B. Yeats’s poem “The Fisherman”

                                                                                  Written by Mina Cho

 

 

 

Beside of the Gray rocks

He  casts  his flies alone and looks down the world.

What  is your name called by  people?

Even who can know you in the world?

The sages and the supermen who are staring at

Your deeply solitary state

And they call you “Nirvana.” 

Now you are in the ecstasy of life.

You are my flesh of the fleshes and my bone of the bones

You are the hermit in my soul

He is listening  to the dropping water drops on the mountain hill

All day long beside the waterfall  weaving 

Of  golden and silver light of the waterfall

You meditate  as deeply listening to the water falling sound.

Following  to your wind mantle 

Following  to your  waving  gray long coat

I will be dancing with you on the universal dancing stage

With the movement of  atom of the green life.

 

 

I will throw out the secular knapsack

With the worldly sorrow and agony

Only climbing the top of the mountain

Looking up your figure by  backward  of  a crab walking

Wherever  I  will go,  I am alone so I am not alone.

Because  there are your hands to raise me.

Whenever my steps are backward walking

You  are just looking down on me there.

This path is for me to climb up rightly

Toward  water of life

This path is the most ecstasy  because of you.

Your laughing is heard  loudly rolling as a silver bell

Into the waves of the waterfall.

I would like to hold your  hands

Flying  in the sky  within the loud  laughing.

 

  

Standing alone on the top of Mt . Meru

You  are looking down into the secular people’s places

Of the peak of their endless desire

My real friend,  You have tragic joy to them.

The hermit’s lantern which is not extinct

In the harsh snowstorm of the Mountain.

The howling of the limitless blooms of the illusion

From the secular world which are not much better than

An unknown snow flower under your feet

There are  foam  blooms of illusion only 

In the jealousy sea to struggle with each other.

 Although they would bloom at moment

They  would be melted  and disappeared by a short sunshine .

 And  they would be pulling into the forgotten hole of  maze.   

I have my foolish dullness which I could not throw out  

Not becoming a pillar of salt, I would not look it back.

I would be bent  low  to follow your light of the lantern.

Only this path for me to backward walking  on  which

 I can dance with the hermit on the top of Mt.  Meru.

    

 

 

 

To Polar Dragon

To Polar Dragon

-To memory of W.B. Yeats and his poem "The poet pleads with the 'Elemental powers.' "

                                                

                                                            Written by Mina Cho

During endless time

Your radiating spirit covered on the earth

And lived in there.

I heard that before humankinds made by God,

The owner of the earth was you.

I heard that your loud crying was shaking the stars

Gushing out fire.

The guard of the Immortal Rose

On the Tree of Life fallen into the world.

Before two million years

You were walking on the earth

And you walked backward

Nowadays you are screaming only as the cosmic fossils.

At last you are coming in my mind again

And become a whirling mythology of old sky.

Now you are the fire of the sleeping spirit of the old Polar Dragon.

As I look back and look back again

I ask to your presence on my way of backward.

Even the first creating God’s hands

May be disappeared by the God’s eye

Opened and closed as a short dream?

Then oh, human,

Do not ask the way of the Immortal Rose

Which was guarded by Polar Dragon.

But awaken the Dragon’s sleeping in your heart.

Then the ablaze Dragon can

Awaken your sleeping to touch Truth.

Open Yeats's magic and mystic poetry.

Sept. 08.2011


Open Yeats's magic power in mystic poetry




Dear seekers for the Ancient Wisdom,


I understand Yeats, who could not open the secret, widely at his time. Yes, "ancient secret" could not widely open in his age.
He had Philosopher's Stone and become a Visionary to see the future wisdom (Sophia-Isis) in the world.
How he could keep the secret prophecy from the Sophia's Enemy? He worried about his works, "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."
However, I do not need to worry about it to open widely because it is the right time. I understand Yeats's words: "More than once, too, as I wrote this very essay I have become uneasy, and have torn up some paragraph, not for any literary reason, but because some incident or some symbol that would perhaps have meant nothing to the reader, seemed, I know not why, to belong to hidden things." the hidden things I tried to open and now what I should do? I lost my position and it is God's will first and then is it from the attack of the Enemy?
Why they robbed the spirit photo from the world and me?
I do not think about it at all, because I know what the magic power is. I have been looking for the real Yeatsians and Knights in the world, since I awakened. Who is "the people of Faery"? Why they angered? Today I wrote a poem about "Sunflower of 2011." Yes, I saw the Sunflower was dancing with honey bees and butterflies yesterday. However, today, now there are many sparrows to pick it and distory it. I should cover it and hide it to protect it from the enemy?
Yeats's concern is this situation, "the sparrow":
"Who can keep always to the little pathway between speech and silence, where one meets none but discreet
revelations? And surely, at whatever risk, we must cry out that imagination is
always seeking to remake the world according to the impulses and the patterns
in that great Mind, and that great Memory? Can there be anything so important
as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the
only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is
speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time?"
I would like to comfort the heroes in this time as the discreet revelations by opening the secret of imagination and symbols in Yeats priest's secret works. Yeats could "cry out the imagination is always seeking to remake the world according to the impulses and the patterns in that great Mind, and that great Memory." Yes, it is not my job but it is from the Great Mind, Spiritus Mundi?
If I can do I would call the sages and magician toward Yeats, the greatest master as soon as possible. I would anger them if they criticized Yeats as a failed magician. However, in this time they are sleeping?
Yeats told that "Can there be anything so important as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the
only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time?" Yes, "There be anything so important as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the
only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time."
Yes, it is the consummation time, as the New Age, as the secret is opening. This is his magic power.


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Magic VIII. By W.B. Yeats:



I have now described that belief in magic which has set me all but unwilling among those lean and fierce minds who are at war with their time, who cannot accept the days as they pass, simply and gladly; and 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. I have come to believe so many strange things because of experience, that I see little reason to doubt the truth of many things that are beyond my experience; and it may be that there are beings who watch over that ancient secret, as all tradition affirms, and resent, and perhaps avenge, too fluent speech. They say in the Aran Islands that if you speak overmuch of the things of Faery your tongue becomes like a stone, and it seems to me, though doubtless naturalistic reason would call it Auto-suggestion則or the like, that I have often felt my tongue become just so heavy and clumsy. More than once, too, as I wrote this very essay I have become uneasy, and have torn up some paragraph, not for any literary reason, but because some incident or some symbol that would perhaps have meant nothing to the reader, seemed, I know not why, to belong to hidden things. Yet I must write or be of no account to any cause, good or evil; I must commit what merchandise of wisdom I have to this ship of written speech, and after all, I have many a time watched it put out to sea with not less alarm when all the speech was rhyme. We who write, we who bear witness, must often hear our hearts cry out against us, complaining because of their hidden things, and I know not but he who speaks of wisdom may not sometimes in the change that is coming upon the world, have to fear the anger of the people of Faery, whose country is the heart of the world—‘The Land of the Living Heart.’ Who can keep always to the little pathway between speech and silence, where one meets none but discreet revelations? And surely, at whatever risk, we must cry out that imagination is always seeking to remake the world according to the impulses and the patterns in that great Mind, and that great Memory? Can there be anything so important as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time?

The Dancing Light - Sophia's song

Dear all friends,

I would like to write a song for the Sophia, the Immortal Rose as Yeats did.

Now she is awakening and still bleeding I think. However, we think about the hare's death for

the last long androcentric age.

As Yeats prophesied it is true I believe.

It is Yeats's true magic skills, too.

I would like to show the hare's death and resurrection in this song and alchemy of the Yin and Yang:

The Dancing Light

-Sophia’s Song


I have been crying since
You left from me.
I lamented that
All heroes died
And it prevents from my way.
I am wandering, strongly crying,
Dreaming, making a friend with
Darkness, and sleeping,
Because of your absence.


The love goes away
Forever from me,
And just a dream is left
Becoming a heat haze of the world.
When the bright morning comes,
I see the earth is hugged
By the dancing sunlight,
And dancing together.
I know that our love
And the alchemy are full
Into the world.
.

Although the heroes were
All fallen down in the history
To defend the Immortal Rose,
Thy loving hands are
Becoming all sunlight,
Coming down into the world.
I am a dancer
Putting on the golden dress,
And I am breathing with
A Flowering breath in everyday,
In a sleeping of green groves.


Written by Mina




A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare
William Butler Yeats


I have pointed out the yelling pack,
The hare leap to the wood,
And when I pass a compliment
Rejoice as lover should
At the drooping of an eye,
At the mantling of the blood.


Then suddenly my heart is wrung
By her distracted air
And I remember wildness lost
And after, swept from there,
Am set down standing in the wood
At the death of the hare.

The Dance of Spring Blooms -mina

Feb.18 2010

The Dance of Spring Blooms:

Hello!

From time to time, I have created Sophia songs and I also will create to the response songs for Yeats's mystic and prophetic songs.
It is my dreaming to create the song of the Divine Feminine.
I really understand now what the situation of the Yeats's dilemma in his dreaming as one of the Arthurian Knights.
I hope that the members of his magic societies can understand his magic skills and thoughts but some of them are stubborn and I confirmed they love and follow the magic of A. Crowley.
I hope many sages in the Rosicrucians and Arthurian traditon keepers can be understanding who Yeats was.
They are so arrogant to accept Yeats's magic power in his songs as Mathers did, but I think my dreaming could not failed because there are Christian Gnostics who are humble enough to accept W.B. Yeats's Arthurian traditon.

I hope I can open the secret songs and get over the sages as Yeats prophesied to bring the real Spring.
I have kept Yeats's dreaming, "old sages were not deceived."
Therefore they will be hunters with the Arthurian tradition in the right time.

It is Yeats's dreaming I think.
I am a lonely thing in the western place and culture, but I should be happy in this situation because it is God's will.

I do not know how many responding poems will come in the future and will make a lovely poetry book but I will do the hard work one by one.
I am an idle one in the secular mind because it is difficult to make money.
However, the dreaming will be come true suddenly so we have no time for the New Age.
I should pray for that I should be idle for secular aspect and rather work harder for the Sacred mission with Yeats's dreaming.

The Dance of Spring Blooms
-The response of “Quarrel in Old Age”

By Mina

Should I quarrel with until the old age?
Although I was not in the fifties,
I was just arguing with strangers
With the same story
Over the last ten years,
Why should I quarrel in the older age?
As you prophesied,
I would run all over the world,
In this bitter town,
Like a fantasy or like incident
As I have opened your mystic stories
For the people of the distance,
I just quarrelled with them
And I could not help getting resentful,
While my wandering in the room.
And without any response,
Are you sleeping deeply in a dream?

All lives that live Certainly,
Everything was come and gone involuntary.
Although as your prophecy declared,
Why my heart is so empty endlessly?
I should be just waiting for the unknown souls.
Because in these foolish distorted and hidden days,
The sages should be coming certainly.
Now it is time for us to run to the Spring,
And to the New Age,
So Throw away the indignant mind,
And throw away the foolish things.
In front of their staring eyes,
I am in a trilling dance of the spring blooms
In the last solitary moment.

(By Mina Cho)


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QUARREL IN OLD AGE

By W.B. Yeats

WHERE had her sweetness gone?
What fanatics invent
In this blind bitter town,
Fantasy or incident
Not worth thinking of,
put her in a rage.
I had forgiven enough
That had forgiven old age.

All lives that has lived;
So much is certain;
Old sages were not deceived:
Somewhere beyond the curtain
Of distorting days
Lives that lonely thing
That shone before these eyes
Targeted, trod like Spring.

I would like to inform the Aeon Byte to introduce W.B. Yeats's mysticism and Christian Gnosticism! He can awaken his Immortal Rose and the sages in the last generation with his prophetic songs!



Aeon Byte #136-- The Gnostic WB Yeats with Mina Cho, author 'The Explanation of WB Yeats'


Countless people have enjoyed and been inspired by the ethereal poetry of William Butler Yeats. Many have known about his affiliations with the Golden Dawn and other occult groups, or the fact he was a magician and Heremticist. Yet few understand that Yeats was a self-professed Gnostic Priest who secretly wrote about the fall and rise of Sophia, the Indwelling Christ, the rule of the Demiurge, the coming of a New Age and various other themes the ancient heretics contemplated. We study the life of this mystic bard, including his influences and esoteric views. We also decipher his Gnostic Theology hidden deep within his airy poetry that conveys the Ageless Wisdom of the Knowers of the Unknown. Astral Guest-- Mina Cho, author of 'The Explanation of WB Yeat's Poetry'. Topics discussed: --The life and times of Yeats, including his influences and who he influenced. --A detailed analysis of his poetry and how he camouflaged Sophia, the Demiurge and the Indwelling Christ within it. --How Yeats not only believed he was an avatar of the Gnostic Christ but a prophet ushering a New Age when Sophia would literally arrive from the East to heal mankind. --The Irish Magician’s concepts of a Daimonic Man and Unity of Being brought by gnosis. --How Yeats tapped subconsciously tapped into the Nag Hammadi Library, which he never read, while consciously expressing the Gnostic Narratives of the available ‘Pistis Sophia’, ‘The Hymn of the Pearl’, and the Valentinian Cosmogony in symbolical and metaphoric ways. And much more!!!

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Happy New Year for 2010.

The Happier and stronger New Year is the white Tiger's year, 2010, so I would like to celebrate the New Year with Yeats's stronger and greater prophecy in our generation.
I would like to the celebration about the strong year by W.B. Yeats's last poetry:


Whence did all that fury come?
From empty tomb or Virgin womb?
Saint Joseph thought the world would melt
But liked the way his finger smelt. ("A Stick of Incense")


The "fury" is the symbol of the strong power and glory of the Immortal Rose, Sophia-Isis in the last generation of the old age, in our age. It is totally different from the last 2000 years, the androcentric age. What is "empty tomb or Virgin womb? They are symbols of the last 2000 years of the androcentric age. St. Joseph symbolizes the masculine principle, who supports the Divine Feminine. Yeats, the great Daimon also symbolizes as St. Joseph with other Daimons.
What a great joy and glory it is in the short song!

Sophia is wandering on the streets as the power of Lion because she is returning!
Our great prophet, WB Yeats already left his greatest songs to open the arrival of Sophia, the Immortal Rose. He alluded the Nativity of Sophia-Isis in this poem!
He smelt the fragrance of the Immorrtal Rose as a new baby like St. Joseph's experience.

In addition, one of the next last poems, "Hound Voice" he prophesied the coming of the Great New Age by finding the Holy Grail, the dead hare, Sophia-Isis!
The last prophet and priest for Sophia, W.B. Yeats's white magic is spreading with the gyres of time to get over all disastrous affairs of the last old androcentric age.
Happy New Year for the white tiger year, 2010!

In Light and Love,

Mina