William Butler Yeats - Gyres and the Tightening 0mEgA_p0inT of Transcendence
The door to physical awareness comes through spiraling consciousness
The 2012 TransLinguistic lens is the process of an ever tightening synchro-mesh
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) author - poet - alchemist, is one of the most significant poets in the English language of the twentieth century. He had a life-long interest in mysticism and spiritualism.
In 1885, Yeats and several friends formed the Dublin Hermetic Order. This society held its first meeting on June 16, with Yeats in charge. The same year, the Dublin Theosophical lodge was opened with the involvement of Brahmin Mohini Chatterjee. Yeats attended his first seance the following year.
Later, Yeats became heavily involved with hermeticist and theosophical beliefs, and in 1900 he became head of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, which he had joined in 1890.
After his marriage, he and his wife, Georgie, spend many years doing automatic writing, wherein Georgie did the channeling and writing.
Yeats' mystical inclinations, informed by Hindu religion (Yeats translated 'The Ten Principal Upanishads' (1938) with Shri Purohit Swami), theosophical beliefs and the occult, formed much of the basis of his late poetry, which some critics have attacked as lacking in intellectual credibility. W. H. Auden criticized his late stage as the "deplorable spectacle of a grown man occupied with the mumbo-jumbo of magic and the nonsense of India". Nevertheless, he wrote much of his most enduring poetry during this period.
The metaphysics of Yeats' late works must be read in relation to his system of esoteric fundamentalities in A Vision (1925), which is read today primarily for its value shed on his late poetry rather than for any rigorous intellectual or philosophical insights. - Continued - Wikipedia
- 'A Vision'
On the afternoon of October 24th 1917, four days after my marriage, my wife surprised me by attempting automatic writing.
What came in disjointed sentences, in almost illegible writing, was so exciting, sometimes so profound, that I persuaded her to give an hour or two day after day to the unknown writer, and after some half-dozen such hours offered to spend what remained of life explaining and piecing together those scattered sentences. "No," was the answer, "We have come to give you metaphors for poetry."
Consciousness moves in gyres following the patterns 12 Around 1 - aka Sacred Geometry.
Yeats wrote about Geometry as Spiraling Gyres or Cones, The Diamond and the Hourglass, The Wheel, The Phases of the Moon, and more.
Gyres
One of Yeats' theory centers on a diagram composed of two conical spirals, one situated inside the other, so that the widest part of one cone occupies the same plane as the tip of the other cone, and vice versa. Around these cones he imagined a set of spirals. Yeats claimed that this image of the gyre, a spiraling form or swirling vortex - captured contrary motions inherent within the process of history, and he divided each gyre into different regions that represented particular kinds of historical
periods (and could also represent the phases of an individual's psychological development).
Yeat's Theories About Gyres - and related links
Yeats uses the word 'gyre' in many of his poems, including The Second Coming. This is a metaphor for the return to consciousness or the Christ Consciousness - One and the Same.
The prophecies of a Second Coming are various and span across many religions and cultures. Most notable is the Christian and Muslim belief in the return of Jesus. Another is Maitreya (Pali: Metteyya), a bodhisattva, prophesied by Gautama Buddha to be the next Buddha who will return to restore Buddhism when it becomes lost or corrupt. - Continued
The Spirals of Time, Consciousness and the Wheel of Alchemy
Reality is about codes that repeat in time. Codes are DNA - encoded messages that propel us on to quest for our truths and complete our mission as we're brought face-to-face with what Teilhard de Chardin called 'the OmEgA_p0inT' of transcendence.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction; while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
-- W.B. Yeats
>>>> REALITY IS INDEED A DOMAIN OF CODES <<<<<
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