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

Returning to Williiam Butler Yeats's white magic power for the New Age.

Dear Sophian colleagues and all sages in the world,

This year is special for W.B. Yeats's Summer school because it is already 50 anniversary.

I hope that Yeats's Spirit, the Daimon's magic power is extremely great in this year becaue of his prophecy! I hope that the all unknown sages would welcome to my new publication with Yeats's white magic power. I am sure everything is from God's will, Mother Sophia.
In our cartoon movie for children, there are the hero and heroine, Maruchi and Arachi. They symbolize the masculine and the feminine principles, Yin and Yang, Taigi. Yeats's magic power as the masculine principle may work greatly when the feminine principle can be touched it, "Ah, but peace that comes at length, Came when Time had touched her form."

W.B. Yeats's spirit may be excitied by the new publication comes to open his mystic and prophetic songs meanings? I wish he can help me as I support him finally after I was awakened:

Here is a mystic song for the relationship between the Hero and the Divine Feminine, Immortal Rose, Sophia-Isis in the New Age:


O HEART, be at peace, because
Nor knave nor dolt can break
What's not for their applause,
Being for a woman's sake.
Enough if the work has seemed,
So did she your strength renew,
A dream that a lion had dreamed
Till the wilderness cried aloud,
A secret between you two,
Between the proud and the proud.

What, still you would have their praise!
But here's a haughtier text,
The labyrinth of her days
That her own strangeness perplexed;
And how what her dreaming gave
Earned slander, ingratitude,
From self-same dolt and knave;
Aye, and worse wrong than these.
Yet she, singing upon her road,
Half lion, half child, is at peace. ("Aagainst Unworthy Praise")

I know that there were slanders both W.B. Yeats and the last reincarnation of Daughter Sophia such as self-same dolt and knave, but his honor would be raised as the right time comes as the last reincarnation of Daughter Sophia supports him. She is alone but she has a good pride as we see, "Yet she, singing upon her road, Half lion, half child, is at peace." However, she would come out to fly strongly to come the New Age. As she is coming as the feminine principle, the white magician's magic power also works strongly because the magic power is stronger by unity of the masucline and the feminine principles. Yeats declared the secret of the masculine and the feminine principles, "A secret between you two, / Between the proud and the proud."It shows the relationship between the masculine and the feminine principles.

Finally, it would be coming true that the great white magic power defeats all evils in the world as the Divine Feminine, the Unicorn, colt is coming out and flying highly for the New Age:

THE fascination of what's difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content
Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt
That must, as if it had not holy blood
Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,
Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt
As though it dragged road-metal. My curse on plays
That have to be set up in fifty ways,
On the day's war with every knave and dolt,
Theatre business, management of men.
I swear before the dawn comes round again
I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt. ("The Fascination of What's Difficult")

The colt, the Immortal Rose in the world as Daughter Sophia, who was suffering in the world, will come out as the 50 anniversary of Yeats Summer School comes in this summer 2009, as W.B.Yeats's prophecy showed!

In Light,
Mina