Wednesday 30 November 2011

Rock-Crystals



The virtue of the sun going lower - being driven lower - is that its level rays strike deeper into narrow openings hidden in the earth. And in these openings lie caves which, at other times of the year, conceal their unspoken ornaments in perfect darkness. Even the names of rock-crystals tumble from the lips like precious imaginations: chrysoprase, heliotrope, rose-quartz, amethyst. But now, under the spell of the lowering sun, their angles and eminences, their curious colors and striking transparencies, flash into life and extend far beyond their normal, lowly domain.

My best counterpart for their metaphor is the human brain, or perhaps - better - the human skull. Ah! the number of thoughts which have been passed over or concealed because their true value was never allowed to shine! The number of thoughts which only need the glancing, angled light of the sun for a short space of time to reveal their radiance, their glorious-sounding names! And these are the thoughts which have been growing in us, in the manner of crystals, over long periods of time. How odd that they only need the corner of the year to flash up into brilliance!

Why? Because these are the thoughts which line the wall of the cave, which grow in us without our probing or stimulation. At their deepest level these are the thoughts which answer the call of the sun with their eternal light, stored for this moment - their precious names speaking only when our senses are lowest to the ground. Precious or semi-precious, these thoughts belong to the universe and grow in us.

The constellations of the zodiac, too, are like twelve sleeping figures around the inside of a cave - and are often described as such in fairy-tales. If you, as hero, bring the magic crystal - the sun-illumined light of thought - into the cave, the sleeping figures will rise and guide you - and rescue the kingdom in its time of need.

The time is now, the kingdom is in need, and the crystals must shine again at the lowest elevation of Helios, the sun.



Jay

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