©
Linda Falorio, 1995, 1998
Squatting on the sigil of Gargophias is the goddess Hekt, frog-glyph of extraterrestrial invaders from the Waters of
Space in the vicinity of the Pleiades. These may be understood as
representative
of amphibious atavisms that enter our dimension from the portal of the backbrain/
cerebellum. They are the Voltigeurs, the Leapers who traverse strange states of
consciousness obtaining in the inverted dimensions on the backside of the Tree of Life.
This 13th Tunnel is that of Not, Naught, the Great Negative, LA,
Lilith, Lady of Night. It is the Tunnel of Sevekh, Kefekh, Khepsh of the Seven Stars.
Here, She is depicted as Egyptian Ur-Hekau, Mighty One of Enchantments, gesturing to Her
attendant Stars that mark the Stellar Gate into the Earth-web. Her power is of a
particularly Feminine type of creation— parthenogenesis — self-fertilization
—such as
has been recorded in the earliest divine myths.
By the image-generating power of the back-brain, webs of dreams
are spun from the miasma of the lunar flux which gushes from Her, spawning Lemurian
horrors, spawning teratomas arising from that stratum of pre-human consciousness that
stretched long ages before the epoch of Atlantis. Patiently, passively, apparitions build,
as a pearl grows bathed in successive layers of the nacre. Thus World is dreamed
into existence by the Ancient One who slumbers in the deeps of unknown Space.
Yet the Feminine knows that not all that lives has the right to
continued life. This is the cruelty, the horror of existence, its ultimate irrationality,
that the prerogative of the Goddess is culling. She reserves the right to kill Her
offspring, to weed out the undesirable, those She finds somehow unfit for life. She cares
not for our complaints, nor for solar concepts of "justice," but bids us to
laugh with Her at the irrational joy of mere existence, and to delight with Her in the
Maya dance of dream illusions, that together She, and we, have spun.
MEDITATION:
The need for working with the energies of Gargophias may be signaled by our experiencing
in ourselves, or encountering in others, feelings and expressions of reverence for
"life" for its own sake, without regard to use, form, function, Will, or desire.
We may encounter an overly masculine, yang, aggressive orientation to action
on the world, or, we may find that we, and others somehow find the ability to
believe in the collective Dream as objective Reality. Sadly, there may be an accompanying
inability to dream, or, the breakthrough of uncontrollable nightmares. One may experience
lack of visual imagination, a lack of poetry, idealism, and romance in one's life. There
may be a sense of general creative drought that signals a lack of connection to the world
of Spirit, and that leads to a lack of ideals, a lack of hope and vision of
the future.
Yet in the tunnel of Gargophias is the power of the Feminine,
bringing us to God. Here is the non-reflective power of movement in dreams, the power of
clairvoyance, and contact with Spirit Helpers. Here is the instinctive power of the artist
to fashion living souls from the substance of their own ectoplasm. Magick is exuded from
the inner core, abundant creativity up-wells from an inexhaustible inner Source.
Here too, is 21st Century science: space-migration, genetic engineering, tinkering
with the archetypal blueprints of life's proliferation. And here is the attendant
possibility of spawning Frankenstein horrors based upon mutation of the DNA, those
terrifying mutations of past and future selves, non-viable evolutionary dead-ends, such as
the Nephilim wrought questing to create perfect worker-servants of the gods.
Danger and delight lie in the compelling temptation to turn one's
back upon the "objective" world, to become forever lost in a forest of alluring,
solitary fantasy, pulled to dissolution in the waters of deep space, higher, higher, into
the Void of the Absolute.
