Call of Isis
Mixing the Elements.
most extraordinary case of divided consciousness that I encountered was
that concerning Rudolph. He did not come to
me for therapy, but rather to investigate
reincarnation. But he had been in hospital many times, and our sessions
include healing. His symptoms included a
feeling of strangulation: especially when meeting important clients in
and an inability to leave the area in London
in which he lived. If he went further afield, he told me, he had a
of horrible tension which made him run out of
a restaurant or office. This stultifying trouble had continued for ten
and no medical treatment had done any good.
one evening's work gave us a possible cause. That afternoon,
before setting off for Rudolph's flat, I
listened to the first act of 'Tannhäuser' on my transistor. I enjoyed
the scenes where the hero disported himself
with Venus and her followers in the medieval setting of the Venusberg.
I was disappointed at having to miss the next
act, which I knew took place in the Hall of the Knights. I had seen the
as a schoolgirl, and remembered the Ruler of
the Kingdom had a niece called Elizabeth, a virtuous female who later
a nun. As a girl I had loved the disgraceful
behaviour of Tannhäuser ... when the troubadours had sung respectable
songs about love, 'Victorian' in tone,
Tannhäuser had seized a lute and, having begun quietly, broke into the
infamous strains of The Hymn of Venus! The
scene was hazy in my mind, though I knew the music well. The whole
company of knights
drew their swords: and the ladies had fled
from the hall, and I knew that the opera concerned itself with
long pilgrimage and penitence. It is
important to realise that this opera was in my mind during the
afternoon, but not on
my hours' journey to Rudolph's flat. Anyway, I
had only heard the first act, I had forgotten it by the time I arrived,
and did not mention it to him.
began with my usual prayer to God that we might be given any vision that
be of interest and use. And now came a long
and strange story from Rudolph, that gripped my attention so much that I
in remembering to take notes.
lay on his bed, in semi-trance state, still conscious, he described
as standing in a medieval courtyard. It was
not well kept, and had chickens pecking about, He felt his clothes were
... then he found that he was wearing armour!
I gathered that he had been out on some foray. Now Rudolph showed signs
When asked what was troubling him, he said it
was the presence of a lady, who was standing in a comer of the
the castle. This lady wore a high white
pointed head-dress and a gown of red and yellow. He said she wanted to
He longed to escape. There was a
grassy bank by the river outside the courtyard, and he avoided the lady
there. At this point Rudolph was silent for a
long time, and I felt that he was unable to enter more deeply into the
To involve him further, I suggested that he
should look at his own reflection in the water.
'I can't see
me;' he said at length. 'I am seeing somebody else. It's a boy. Some sort of peasant.'
had yellow curly hair, he said, and rosy
cheeks. He was averse to saying more about this boy. Instead, he
returning to the courtyard, and making his
way into the hall.
Now I had the curious feeling that I was
familiar. For Rudolph said that the knights
and the ladies were here. Surely I was not being given the second act of
which I had regretted missing on my
Rudolph did not like the knights nor the ladies.
They were, he
said, stuck-up. But clearly he wished to be
accepted by them. Then he described the throne at the far end of the
was an empty throne, and above it was a
rather shabby red canopy. At the back was the emblem of a Black Eagle.
and courtyard all sounded homely and
medieval. Perhaps in those days chickens did peck around among armoured
men in courtyards.
Then Rudolph began laughing. He said
that the company were making game of a monkey that was playing around in
the centre of the room. I was not
particularly amused at this: but Rudolph was now totally immersed in his
and laughed in a jovial way at the little
monkey. I supposed they would also have made mock of a dwarf or a
Then Rudolph began showing signs of extreme tension.
He said he was suffering a terrible feeling of strain that was
going to break. I wondered what to do -
whether to bring him back from trance, or let him live through the
Then he cried out loud: 'I have done it! They are backing away from me. I shouted out: 'I love the boy'.
this the climax? Could he now return? But Rudolph, so far from feeling
better at this outburst, seemed to be
in still worse mental state. He could not
return from trance in this condition. Finally I asked him: 'What is
He said: 'The Lady has had her revenge. She informed on us to the King. The soldiers took the boy away in
a wooden cage ... They burnt him as a witch.'
seemed horrible enough. But still Rudolph had more to undergo.
I waited: then again asked him what was
happening. He seemed to be suffering acutely. He replied; 'I hanged
When I brought Rudolph back, we
discussed the experience. I told him of the correlation with
but he did not accept this suggestion that he
had tapped my subconscious mind. He said that the whole story was
confirmed entirely his own theory regarding
the elements of consciousness. The Lady in red and yellow, he said, with
pointed head-dress, represented the air-fire
elements of mind and will. So also did the court, the throne and the
The monkey was a symbol for the suffering
beast that is man. As for water and grass and yellow haired boy, these
all, he said,
represented the elements of water and earth.
The climax of the story illustrated the total suppression of the
the intellect and will.
But this did
not entirely satisfy me. Could there be any reincarnation link? When I
home, I had another look at the Tannhäuser
legend. I made up my own theory. Perhaps there really had been a
ruler whose emblem was a Black Eagle. He may
have had the anything but pleasant niece or daughter, whose jealousy led
lover's death. What had Tannhäuser been
I remembered that the boy had been burnt for
a witch. The Venusberg, in this case, could
have been a pagan site in a cavern, up some rocky mountain in Middle
and others, then, were in a coven that
gathered in that remote place. They practised old fertility rites as had
and so mingled with the peasantry. It had
been the custom, I had read, for men and women to exchange clothes. I
imagine the fury of the pious Lady on
discovering this. Why did she act as she did? Obviously the aim was to
kill the boy,
not her lover. But the lover committed
suicide. In grief - like the heroine in the Wagner opera, she took the
veil, and spent
the rest of her life praying for her lover's
In this story one doubt remained. I could not quite see
this particular 'Tannhäuser' hanging him self
for the sake of the boy. He had not the depth of feeling. Then
I remembered reading that 'the devil' used to
hang witches with a rope in their cells, to save his votaries from the
stake: but in reality the local squire or
some such important person could have been implicated in witchcraft. So
happened was that the witch who had been
imprisoned was strangled by a coven member, before he could implicate
while under torture.
Somehow I didn't
particularly like the feel of the Princely Ruler with his black eagle.
Perhaps he was high-priest, up there in the
Venusberg, and had worn the mask of the Horned God. To avert scandal,
as well as the boy, had to be sacrificed.
And, in my romantic version, Rudolph had been a reincarnation of the
knight. I wondered would he ever meet the
lady who betrayed him, and take an inexplicable dislike to her.
of the interesting facts that struck me
during these sessions, thirteen in all, was the development of 'Vril' in
with Rudolph's state of mind. I began each
session with contact healing. Rudolph's head and throat centres were
unawakened. But he responded strongly to
healing in his lower centres. Here, I reflected, was the reverse of the
Priest, the Priest's head had been
psychically developed: but his body had been slowly atrophying. This man
on the other
hand was alive up to his waist; but not vital
in head and throat. And each man's character and beliefs corresponded
the state of their etheric centres. The
priest had died from paralysis. Rudolph, burning with an inner fire,
might get another
sort of sickness: heart disease - something
like that. The Priest had followed the right-hand path of the mind:
left-hand path of the subconscious.
with his psychic vision of the Castle of the Knights, Rudolph
during our sessions began to awaken in his
throat centre. This came about through my giving direct contact power
throat and to the head. Then, while he was in
semi-trance, I asked him to feel this Power flow in a healthy way,
to his needs. On the evening that the Power
was raised from the base of his spine to break the barrier at waist and
Rudolph had a vision of the sea. He was lying
by the shore. He saw a vision of Aphrodite. As this happened - he felt
like a spray of water loosen tension in his
neck. Then the flow entered his head. I noticed that the heart centre
as yet responding.
I thought that
there might be some chord in the 'Vril' octave of the etheric body.
One line of power seemed to stem from the
base of the spine, work itself to the solar plexus, from there to
throat. This chord
seemed to me to affect men particularly,
giving strength to legs and back and neck. The other chord in the
etheric body appeared
to run from the sex centre to the heart, and
from there to 'the Third Eye'. This chord appeared to be the gentler
minor key for woman, giving power to bear
children, and brought compassionate feelings, and the soft luminous eye
of the dreamer.
But both chords finalized themselves in unity
at the top of the head. Or, as some say, just above the head, focus of
So Rudolph was activated by a
masculine chord, He had, anyway, a very strong, almost over-developed
and neck. His further advancement, then,
could be to develop his 'feminine' chord of feeling and vision.
this further evolution of one's unrealized potential, I guessed,
usually came from outside. As I thought about Rudolph,
I remembered that his visions used to end
with a gold wedding ring. This was his unrealised desire. But where was
The Lady of his medieval visions I
saw in my mind's eye as a nun-like creature: tall, with slanting pale
eyes and long pale lips - an aristocratic
German type, like a Cranach painting. In that case she would be the
of the rubicond portly Rudolph. And how he
hated her! Amused, I thought that suggested a possible polarity. When
a violent hate against someone, it frequently
means that they are secretly attracted by 'the enemy', and are bent
on suppressing the fact.
For a moment
I speculated on the Boy as polarity. No. He was too much like Rudolph.
two of them were like naughty children,
refusing to use their brains. Besides, Rudolph rather despised the boy,
be likely to bully him. He had a hankering to
be part of the court and of the Order of Knights.
the interpretation of Rudolph's experience,
whether psychological, symbolical, or occult, it proved good. When I
to Ireland, I received a cheerful letter from
him, which I still have. He said that since our sessions he never had
of strangulation. Not only that, he was now
able to go where he liked, and was no longer restricted to a small area
his flat. So his pilgrim's staff had
flowered. He was ready now to meet the lady if he wished it.
of the elements of consciousness within
oneself led to uniting with someone outside oneself. This fitted in with
as amateur palmist. I had never met anyone
who did not, when I read their palms, demand their Beloved! I remember
to read the palm of a silvery-haired lady
whom I thought well past any such dreams. But she was indignant when I
said I could
not see a marriage! And if some turn aside
from the loves of men, they' embrace rather the immortal love of a God.
choose the spiritual rather than the physical
form of polarity. For the spiritual far exceeds the physical in beauty.
here all the centres are activated, and link
with the divine network itself,
So I hoped that Rudolph might meet
his Lady when the time was ripe. Before that time they might well meet - and hate each other.
came to the conclusion,
then, that contact healing and the uniting of
the elements of fire and water, heart and head, led to the
the separated human consciousness with all
other humans, and finally with all nature. Each heart must then be
all other hearts; and this was not a
sentimental platitude but actuality. And so all minds were linked with
all other minds.
But one should be protected from too great a
flow of feeling and thoughts for others. One was surely guarded by one's
individual will and choice. For who would
wish to lose his own mind and feelings in an unindividual cosmic soup?
in the wilderness beyond the yew walk, I saw the heart of a tree. I saw
it with my eyes open, and watched it for some
time. The tree was one of a circle of
conifers that formed a natural outside temple. This was the focal tree
in the East.
Its heart was about four feet from the
ground. In colour it was crimson and, curiously enough, 'heart-shaped'.
was surrounded by a ring of gold light like a
I was pleased and honoured at seeing this. It was only
that I realized that I was able to observe
this heart, because my own had been in resonance. So it is with us all.
like intuitively turns out to be true and
real. And this encourages us to continue on our quest.
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