The Structure

Higher and higher the structure rises, from the orb to the heavens. Subtler and subtler the higher and higher parts of it are.

To some the structure seems to be a conveyor-sorter: everything is made to occur in its proper place and to then, like dough, sweetly rise according to the will of the Divine. Even the unleavened will pass through that which was already ordained to rise. The children of earth assimilate and accommodate it all, and among them the souls of the understanding and wise join into its structure and further mold it into a reflection of heavenly order, creating a heaven on earth. “For you, too, is a place,” the understanding and wise assure.

To some the structure seems to be an aqueduct: the water of the firmament flows to earth, and it is a flow from which the children of earth drink. It is a flow into which the souls of the children of water can dive and swim like fish, following the current to one’s destination, or to leap from, to be taken up by the Divine winged beings, or to deposit eggs for future souls to flow along their way. The understanding and wise ensure that the buttresses which guide the currents to return to the pillar of cloud are strong, well-marked, and many, creating a celestial current on earth. “For you, too, is a way,” the understanding and wise assure.

To some the structure seems to be a network of ventilation from the winds of heaven, opening passages for steady inspiration and expiration. The children of air breathe in and are sustained; they breathe out and are no longer stale. The understanding and wise have made themselves flexible, and filled themselves with the lightest of air; they organize their network to return to heaven at will, creating a heavenly breeze on earth. “You, too, may be lifted up,” the understanding and wise assure.

To some the structure seems to be an ordered, purging fire. The children of fire gather round it to be warmed, to have themselves reddened and cooked, to be sizzled and transformed at the proper times, to be heated and made to combust and be propelled into action. The understanding and wise have swallowed their measure of this fire into the kilns of their hearts, creating a heavenly warmth on earth. “You, too, may be transmuted,” the understanding and wise assure.

To some the structure seems to be a web of light, at times all colors together in white, at others all purposely absent as black, at others in richness of mosaics, at times splotchy, but always fascinating. At times the light takes on other modalities, and can be heard, smelled, touched, and tasted. “You, too, may sense, and are sensed,” the understanding and wise assure.

To the monarchs of the soul, the structure belies a particular mind, and as such is seen as mutable: the structure vibrates and reconfigures itself across a thousand forms. Monarchs know that they are not the castle: the axis mundi runs through the center of the crown. They wield their divine right to reign over their portion of Divinity and declare laws to develop their state. The understanding and wise know themselves to be monarchs, and though all reign, only the crowned monarchs rule. In time they bring their earthly state into alignment with the lights of heaven that are their allotment.

When state is aligned, the hearts of heaven and earth merge in Divine glory.

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