Olivia Robertson - Guided Journey to Sphere of Full Moon
"Old Moon/New Moon" a painting by Olivia Robertson. Photo: Minette Quick.
Guided Journey to the Sphere of the Full Moon
by FOI Co-Founder Olivia Robertson
Let us journey to the sphere of the full moon. See with your mind's eye the myth of Selene and Endymion. A poet, wearied with life's dull round, seeks solitude in a grove of cypresses. As night comes he lies down and falls asleep. Slowly the dark sky begins to glow with a pale light. From on high a Goddess of magical beauty appears above the trees, and sees the sleeping youth. Her black hair spreads about Her, glittering with stars, and Her face and naked body are made of crystallised White Light. She falls in love with the beauty of the poet's soul. She touches him with her long white fingers. He opens his eyes and sees Her and he marvels at her transcendent loveliness. She draws him upwards into the night sky. The two are made One, surrounded by a radiating white aura. Upon the earth lies the dead body of the youth, face upwards, his unseeing eyes fixed on the full moon.
Let us make our voyage to the Sphere of the Full Moon in our fair ship Luna. We Sail through bright moonlight into Selene's spiritual realm. The moon in her beauty inspires the romantic dreams of poets and lovers, so that the humblest woman becomes a Goddess of eternal loveliness: a hump-backed man is transformed through love's eyes into a God. And this is no illusion, but the banishing of a false transient image. For ugliness, stupidity and cruelty are but distortions in our shadow world of the perfection that is our true being. Those who despise others are deluded by the passing play: wise are those who adore the ideal in their lovers.
Treasured in every heart is the secret image of the Immortal Beloved! Behold, the door to love's hiding-place is before us, covered with a white veil. We arise in our psychic bodies and glide towards the door. We lift the veil and see before us a landscape of faery-like magic. Deer and hares play without fear with beautiful men and women. Music is wafted to us from little silver bells strung from the branches of blossoming trees. We pass through the doorway in search of our heart's desire. * * *
We return from our search through the doorway of the white veil, holding in our hearts that which we have received. May psychic radiations be sent forth to all who long for mystery, love and beautiful imagination.
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