Written
Specially for Isis-Seshat But to be Shared by All
The Four Donkeys of the Zodiac
“Let Us Face Our Destiny”
By
Olivia Robertson
Remarkable
are meaningful coincidences.
Take the apotheosis of my mother’s
salmon-fly, “The Black Maria”. She was portrayed as an evil entity
worn by the villain in one of my favourite
television series: “Murder She Wrote.” I watched the salmon-fly’s
adventures as she made her wicked way through
the story until the murderer – murderess – was duly captured by
Jessica Fletcher and handed over to The
Guards.
Then
I decided to try out my new way of dissolving
the cloud of gloom and doom enveloping us as we approach 2012. How
about
transmuting this sinister salmon-fly – named
after police vans twirling evil-doers into “detention facilities”
– to a True Self!
Of
course! My mother gained her fame through fishing on the River of
Healing, the Slaney – Slainte. I remember
mentioning this to Jack Charlton, the football celebrity, when
describing
my mother’s skill in killing crocodiles and
salmon. I told him I used the water of our well for healing and psychic
development. So now another name of the
Great Goddess Morrigan of all Rivers is The Black Maria. She is helper
for all being brought into prison. They only
need invoke her for psychic awakening. This truly cheered me up,
because I get letters from all over the world
from inmates of prisons.
I
then turned to Korea. I received a lovely
letter from a devotee of Rose-Isis-Sophia, who heard that I had known
W.B.Yeats.
Could I enlighten her with his wisdom? I
wished to do my very best. So I made my mind blank to receive my answer
– to Rose-Isis-Sophia ********
My
mind was brought
back to my father, Manning Robertson, who had
been my Magician Prospero for about 40 years. Yeats had asked that my
father, an architect, should design his
tombstone, now in Drumcliffe in the West of Ireland. He did so,
choosing lettering
from our Clonegal Graveyard.
When
Yeats died, he was
duly interred under the tombstone designed by
my father. My mother told me that she met his widow, Mrs.Yeats, a
spiritualist
medium, and asked had she liked the tombstone
“Oh Yes!” she replied. “And Willie is delighted!”
I
was happy that Yeats was active in the next life, but I did
not like the message he had carved on the
stone. It did not suggest a greater life or kindness for anyone:
“Cast a cold eye on life and death. Horseman
pass by.” I thought: “Typical of a cold intellectual.
They get like that when they get older. They
trample on small green shoots.”
Suddenly I felt
guided to use my symbolic interpretation. This language relates to the
belief
that all this life is a hologram of a greater
Reality: “Sermons in stones and good in everything,” as Shakespeare
put it. How about altering the reader’s
perspective? When we read, we identify with the obvious “I”.
In this case we are the cold-eyed Horseman
passing by a tombstone. No! We are watching this Horseman. He
is the Rider on the pale horse of Death, one
of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. As we know we belong to
eternity,
we bid him ‘pass us by’.
So now with confidence I
could write to the Korean admirer of Yeats,
in the Golden Dawn Order, with a key to unlocking the Da Vinci – Goethe
– Yeats Code.
My
third challenge came at once.
I received a heartbreaking letter from a
Priestess living within what she called “the Pacific Ring of Fire.”
I thought of the ring in Wagner’s opera and
of Tolkien’s terrible ring of fate. She wrote that the ground
was still moving under her feet. She
informed me that we were approaching the End of the World and that this
was her
last time of writing. She had enough food
for two days. She ended by praying that my death would be quick and
painless. The dreaded Four Horsemen of the
Apocalypse were now approaching ****
How could I
tackle this fear? All these doomful prophecies – and I have had my own
share – deal with the physical earth, passing
time and changing space. How about changing our focus to the real
world of the soul and spirit which do not
pass away?
Horses
are haughty, aristocratic beasts, honoured by
all. Their poor relations, donkeys are jeered at, abused, despised and
over-burdened. And yet these asses have been
divinely chosen as bearers of spiritual change. I remembered from
the Bible that Balaam’s Ass was more psychic
than his “owner” – it was he who recognised an Angel!
I offer this presentation to add to a Tarot Pack.
The Four Donkeys of the Zodiac
Who Represent the Kerubim
Believe and wonder!
The First Divine Donkey
comes from the Constellation of Taurus. He is the God Set and
is ever adorned with two long fine ears. He
brought glory to the Upper Kingdom of Egypt for two thousand years.
Rameses II, under his aegis, had hundreds of
wives and countless offspring. A great Pharaoh, Son of Set, he is known
as Rameses the Great.
At
this dawn of a new aeon this
Divine Ass brings human love, and so assures
the continuity of the human race. Where Set is, there are offspring.
The Second Holy Donkey
comes from the Constellation of Leo. It was
She Who presided over the birth of a Child from Heaven, born in a
stable.
She protected the child along with a friendly
Ox. In these days She comes with thousands of children from the Stars
who join with humans to bring love, harmony
and friendship. This donkey’s gift is Happiness.
The Third Sacred Donkey
comes from
the Constellation of Scorpio. She carried an
Avatar on Her back to His initiation of the Dying and Resurrection of
the
God. She comes at this time of change to
bring courage and compassion.
The Fourth Mystic Donkey
emanates from the Constellation of Aquarius. He is a shape-shifter
and appears in the form of the body of
Francis of Assisi, who acknowledged him as “my body Brother Ass.”
He has been sped forth from the Cosmic
Hierarchy to spread understanding and love between all creatures. His
gift is
Peace.
I’ll
end on a personal note. A
donkey I loved is in the Spirit World. She
is called Petronella, and is a tiny furry black donkey with a soft white
nose. She has the distinguished ears of the
God Set, her forbear, and large, sad kindly dark eyes.
Recommended Reading:
“The Golden Ass” by Lucius Apuleius, Roman
Priest of Isis. This priest disgraced the reputation of Asses by his
immoral behaviour when incarnated as a
donkey.
“Don Quixote”
Cervantes. Features Dapple, donkey friend of
Sancho Panza, but with more sense. “Travels with a Donkey,”
Robert Louis Stevenson. “The Demi-Gods,”
James Stephens. His donkey, though asses never attack even
cruel humans, by mistake kills the unpleasant
ex-angel O’Brien by giving him a huge and splendid kick into the
Abyss.
We assume O’Brien is redeemed and joins the
Donkey in heaven.
The article and illustration above were sent for publication on this site by Olivia Robertson,
via Minette Quick, Hon. Sec. of the Circle of Brigid. This article was originally published in Isis-Seshat Journal.
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