the moon's favors: My child, he who listens must perceive the same as he who speaks, share his awareness; he must breathe together with him, share the same spirit, his hearing must be sharper that the voice of he who speaks

2012/07/10

My child, he who listens must perceive the same as he who speaks, share his awareness; he must breathe together with him, share the same spirit, his hearing must be sharper that the voice of he who speaks

l ink:
From Poimandres to Jacob Böhme: Gnosis, Hermetism and the Christian Tradition

edited by R. van den Broek, Cis van Heertum

and in
Knowing Beyond Knowing: The Heart of Hermetic Tradition

related: http://themoonsfavors.blogspot.com/2012/07/as-far-as-longing-can-reach.html

Words whisper, carrying more than one might know, hypostases, rather than mere understanding. Words grow from roots, spawn families, travel and mingle, get lost, get found, and often marry the strangest bedfellows. Like our bodies, our ideas, and our culture, words evolve, handed down to us from a place beyond memory. As the warp and woof of language, words possess the magic to shape the immaterial into the solid things of psyche ~From my intro to AO's The Archives of the Heart

The Platonic tradition may be likened to an underground river that from time to time sends up a spring; wherever its waters flow, the soul is reborn, and with it the conception of intellectual form, the beautiful, and true art.~ Kathleen Raine