Union with the Prince, a Return to the Purified Ace ©

This entry is based on the dream of a Prince that was once forgotten.

     My mother, the queen met with a king who presented his son, the Prince to me. The Prince, elegantly dressed in garments of royal blue and gold, was pleased to meet my acquaintance. Handsome as he was, his soul spoke to mine. He was accompanied by a friend, another Prince who did not waste any time to suggest a conversation in order to get to know one another. From behind us, two Princesses approached us and attempted to disrupt our meeting. The Princesses were spiteful and jealous, as clearly, the attention the Prince rendered to me seemed unnecessary in their eyes as they thought themselves greater of status in comparison to me. They were cold and condescending, straining their energies to instill a sense of inadequacy within me. Looking down to me in the manner they did, their efforts to separate me from my Prince became much more vigorous. The king watched from across the court in utter displeasure as this was clearly not what he envisioned for his son and me, yet he could not do anything to interfere. If his son’s true desire was a destiny with the Princess ruled by the material along with her thirst for recognition, then he would be forced to suffer an eternal disappointment in his son. With sorrow he watched the two Princesses driven by arrogance and egotism slowly succeed in their malevolent plan to diminish a holy union.

     Meanwhile, congregated in an area of the court, all five of us stood, but it was only one who suffered public mockery and humiliation from the Princesses slashing tongues. On in this manner, malicious words and actions ensued, and my heart, heavy with sorrow, sank as it knew the last road left for me to take. There was no other option; I had to walk away from my Prince. Having settled on this choice, one which I regrettably needed to accept, I turned and departed the group, as my sense of self and confidence became the victim of dilution while in the presence of the five. I left the five, leaving behind the four, hearing all the while, as they celebrated friendship and possible marital union. The group of four became stale to the Prince and soon, he was able to see the truth of these false festivities, alas, unveiling the hidden agenda of the Princesses. The truth was simple as there was no truth to uphold the union with the dark hearted Princess. Turning his gaze towards me, he watched as I walked away in the near distance. By instinct, I felt him silently sounding off a faraway trumpet, a battle call for my return.
     Heeding the call, I turned my head to glance back at my beautiful Prince, who seemed to be ripped out of my future. To my surprise, he looked in my direction while quickstepping towards me, as the distance between us became narrower by the breath. In a moment, the celebration he willingly departed would come to an abrupt halt. The two Princesses immediately understood the Prince’s humble choice. Infuriated, the two stormed out of the court, abandoning the Prince’s close friend without any further word. The Prince ran towards me and when he reached me, he lifted me up in his embrace as my toes and heels swayed gently to the sound of our breath. Placing me back down on the ground, he motioned to guide me by his arm back to where his friend stood. The three of us proceeded to enjoy a humble celebration of a union that was meant to be. The king and queen watched in silence, overjoyed with content. The friend of my Prince smiled with sincerity as he blessed our happy union and bade us farewell. From the three, now stood two; a further reduction for reaching true happiness. The Prince and I held each other while contemplating our union, a union of the two, now purified. There was no imbalance, as a clear choice guided by the hand of the divine was attained. In this choice of purity and innocence, a summit was reached, as the Prince and I chose a love which made us one. His garments of blue and gold were transformed, as I saw his body cloaked in stunning fabrics of red and gold. It was a transformation of the cold into warmth as it was apparent that he cherished me, and I him. We were both the fire of each other’s heart.

     The message of this dream is clear as it shadows, in a sense, a previous entry. In the end, all returns to the one, as there is no man or woman greater than the source from which, after reduction, is returned to the one. Which Ace have you forgotten to embrace today?

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Release the Cross and Grasp the Ace of Opportunity ©

 

A reflection inspired by my previous entry: allowing the Ace to ignite the power to overcome and succeed.

     Do not feel embarrassed or apologetic of your natural talents and abilities. From within the house of the Hierophant, our father, you learned to accept the lesson of singing and moving to the tune of the sun. There is the thirst for personal truth and the thirst for recognition. The first is satiated through the personal journey of experiences, where the second is satisfied through the ill manipulation of the first. Avoid altering someone’s truth and experience in order to make it fit yours, as this only denies you the opportunity to engage the power in attainment of your personal truth, resorting to manipulation and deceit, of both others and yourself. Step over the boundary as you release the cross of burden to meet the sun of clarity.

     The sun of clarity is not the sun of popularity and as such, you may discover paths crossing and intersecting where once, they did not. Releasing the cross marks a new beginning. Before returning to meet the new world, our father, the Hierophant asks: are you willing to grasp the Ace before you? Is it the Ace of the power of original thought, or the Ace of divine love and creativity? Is yours the Ace of the power of execution, or the Ace with the power to bring into fruition? Whichever one it is, happily grasp it- you have earned it.

     Dreams and visions can be fueled by imagination. It takes an imagination to be “creative.” Creativity lends itself to projects such as creative writing and painting, abilities necessary for an artist. Though I appreciate art, art does not bring about personal truths, yet personal truths can be very well expressed via “art.” What is formulated from mere imagination and the creative process is generally referred to as fiction. Fiction is largely created with an ending in mind and is generally entertaining. There is no end to seeking your personal truths and the journey is anything but “entertaining.” The journey is cruel, lonesome and at times, the target of misconceptions. However, the experiences gained from such a journey serve to break down the barriers which otherwise constrict the mind, heart and soul from attaining sight of its collective outer limits. I am not a follower of Crowley, nor do I care to be, however, that does not limit me in gaining an appreciation to insights such as: “Love is the law, Love under Will.” What are the limits within the idea of “love” that prohibit you from connecting with the ideas of others today?

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