The Samhain Tree

November 2.20222

This Is Not Impartial, In the Least

Today’s post is focused on one of my absolute favorite topics- the Hermetic Tree of Life. The beauty of this discipline is its ability to remain relevant to any subject matter and its innate potency urging the practitioner of its principles to evolve, grow and become more present in all of their parts of Being.

Branching Out

The writing that follows is a musing on the energies of Samhain’s Veils and the Qabalistic Tree of Life. It does not require that you are well versed in the Qabalistic principles and there is a link at the end if you want to know more about the Tree. What I would invite you to do is to allow the words to wash over you in their first reading. Allow to arise whatever presents for you. St for a few moments with this and journal impressions if you wish.

Then go deeper for a second reading. For this reading, read aloud the words. There is a special magick in hearing your own voice and vibratory pattern in the reading aloud of a any verse intended for change. Read slowly and clearly, savoring each word and giving ample pause between sentences and paragraphs.  When finished sit in the energetic field you have created with your breath and speaking. Again allow to arise for you whatever presents.

Standing in Strength and Resilience

As you envision the Tree of Life that reaches deep into earth and up towards the airy skies, feel the awakening of:

Your Mind as the Divine architect that creates the limitless expanse that reaches into the aethers

Your intuitive heart as the life-sustaining waters that flow abundantly creating fertile ground

Your Body as that which although firmly rooted in this corporeal experience also replicates in the formlessness of space

Your will to Become and to know the mysteries of being shade and refuge, home and safe space for all forms of life

…and…

Your Spirit in synchronicity with the cycles of life, growth, decay and rebirth….

Ready to Grow?

Good! Just breathe and settle in to a new form and new way of experiencing the world(s)….

I reach deep into the loamy earth. Instinct and anchoring flow through my roots and the seeding of what I will become remains as the echo of its first planting.

I stretch and reach, extending deeper and climbing upwards. Fertile earth the home of my making and the lights of the Fae guide my growth. Nurturing, gentle and insistent on my survival. I pause in the veiling of what lay below of ground and small life and what aspirations await as I reach steadily upward towards the sun and star-filled above.

Nutrients flow and the blueprint of what I can become is clear and strong. The desire for air and breath and rain and moisture are balanced betwixt and between. Each moving dynamically in flow weaving what I desire to be in beauty’s grace and what I know of the pure concept of what I may be-come.

The sun rises at each new beginning and the light fills every space of the growing girth of what I am. Heat floods through me reaching down through my roots and a truck that is sturdy and strong. Light awakens every cell within my construct and bark falls away in sacrifice to the increasing width and breadth of my form. I look upwards on sun-filled day and yearn to take my place within the splendor of its kingship. I look up at moon-filled night and remember the blessings of the vision of the Universe and my place within it.

The pain of growth sears through me like a blade rendering down and whittling into form a perfect and whole state of being. And, mercifully the cold weaves around the charred limbs of transformation and sets the newly crafted beauty of grace and green, leaf and limb entwined in a dance of fall and abundance. All is directed towards the crossing into a space that is far above the land below and promises the vantage of seeing far and wide.

But, for now I pause in this state of remaking and breathe into all that has come before and sigh deeply as the wind shakes my leaves and steady myself for what lay ahead if I choose not to falter and will myself to survive the blustery winds that could easily tear me from my path. I wait. I pause. I rise anew climbing upwards.

High above the world below. Wrapped in the ephemeral grace of gentle steady streams of sun and moon woven high above the grounding of manifest form, I hear the heart beat of the world. I feel the embrace of loving arms reaching out welcoming me to my rightful place in the heavens. I stretch and I reach out, expansive and beautiful in the shapes of tree-top’s form and the cosmos opens in welcome calling me from my slumber within the Great Mother’s bounty. The swirlings of all that was-is and can be coalesced in the sap and bark, trunk and roots that have brought me here to this space of glory and strength.

And, on the fullness of Samhain’s night Moon, the ancestors gather around me. The veils of the realms opened and I stand as guardian and guide to those who seek the wisdom of what has been. I hold the knowledge of new life itself and the canopy of my limbs offer space for those to cross over and come forward in blessed joy of greeting once again.

For one night and one day of Samhain’s calling I rise anew. I am the Tree within all.

I am the shade and shelter that holds the keys to the mysteries of form and formlessness. 

I AM YOU…….

Note: This writing uses the principles of the Qabalistic Tree of Life as an underpinning. Want to know more?…..

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Tomorrow’s Post:  Preparing the Hollow Vessel