The Training of the Muse. The alchemical fire of the sacred feminine, a living tradition.
A Living Tradition
Esoteric schools have arrived perennially through time and place on Earth, like threads in the hand of the great weaver. These schools are lineages of masters, elders that seed sacred traditions of truth, medicine, prayer and the arts into the hearts of human beings. In every corner of this world, these alchemical traditions call to the hidden light within creation, transform the human heart to bear light and divine consciousness. These paths preserve the hidden way of truth, the remembrance and return to the divine source of life on Earth. Such a school, a path exists inside the weave of life, to restore purity when corruption has become too great, to re-align the governance of life in accord with the way and intelligence of Love, to guide those individual souls pulled toward the instructions from the origin. This is our primal covenant with Life: to witness the divinity of life, to participate in its expression and motion, the great Song of Creation!
To sing our human note of love is to connect the worlds. To connect the worlds is to govern the conversation of life. To govern the conversation of life is to remember the divine names. The Songs of Creation are this conversation, from the One to the many, the many to the One. Humanity has lived within this conversation of light for much longer than we have separated ourselves from it. The original designs carry and incarnate the secrets of life, the anatomy and living intelligence of the forces in life. The hidden rivers of light within matter mirror the appearance of the Heavens and the Earth: the marshes and oceans, the mountains and caves, the cities and stars, the One and the Many. They animate the miracle of conception, genesis, in every second.
The mystical feminine mends the weave of life in an individual, a group, and in the Earth herself. It is Her mercy, Her beauty, Her forgiveness, Her terror that hold the key to the work of redemption so needed now. Without Her, the light of the feminine within humanity, nothing new can be born. This is a mystical tradition of grace that works directly in the magic of creation, weaving love into the hearts of people, love into the story of life. Within this tradition of the mystical feminine are the forgotten Songs of Creation. And here, the physician and the poet join, as curators together, in service to the intelligence and covenant of Life. The school has been carefully built to collect and to offer these teachings for many years to come.
Always there is this primary place of belonging in the land and in our souls. It used to be a part of the way we lived, how we walked and breathed. Crossing oceans and continents, we carried it with us, a lodestone for our existence. For thousands and thousands of years, it was an essential part of us, never forgotten, because how could you forget the feel of the rain on your skin, or the sound of water flowing over stones? How could you forget the stories and songs passed down through the generations? It is only very recently in our human history—only a few hundred years amidst thousands—that we forgot, that we lost this thread, that our mind ceased to be a part of both the land and the unseen worlds. That we forgot that everything we can see and touch is sacred, and in our forgetting no longer inhabited a world in which everything was alive with spirit, the wind and the rain, the plants and animals. Have we wandered so far from the source that we cannot return?
Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee “Where the Horses Sing” Emergence Magazine 5/23/21
These Songs arrive from the earliest days of human consciousness. With them the deepest regard for and wisdom of the inter-connectedness of life on Earth is restored. The heart is purified and opened, returned to the instrument that lives the music hidden within life. Earth, seen and unseen, is in unspeakable crisis because we have failed this covenant, because we have lost our fundamental position to the gift of life. The Songs of Creation come forward now. They reach into the agonies and violence of the modern mind and the crises of our world. We incarnate to guard the mystery of our home. This tradition is a note of remembrance, to this essential purpose. We are, in this labor, restored to sanity, the joy of life.
The Songs build and repair structures of pattern and movement, sound and light between heaven and earth, as above, so below, through the heart of the artist. They are this movement and simultaneously the agent of it. As medicine they arrive from the time when illness was not treated as an individual affliction, when medicine was precisely the adherence to and participation in natural cycles, wherein the communication of all life was tuned. The Songs are to humans what the migration pathways are to the monarch or the whale, the warbler or the continents. They return us to true: true sound, true north, true qi in the fabric of our purpose and God-given shape.
We train individual artists, physicians, teachers, stewards of land and hearth. We train artists of all disciplines developing capacity, tenderness, openness and the passions of service. We train each, individually, and all, together, in service to a medicine of oneness. This tradition addresses the divinity at the heart of life itself.
For millennia, the immortal sages of all essential traditions have observed and watched over life. We continue these rigorous and time-tested disciplines of observation: awakening the senses, cleansing the heart, the descent to the root of both inspiration and disease. These are disciplines given to craft the human, disciplines that fire the ethic and purpose of each individual. To address the root of the spirit requires the longing and the willingness at the heart of each person to be un-made, made empty. The teachers that come forward in this living tradition lend heart and hand to anyone willing to be remembered in this service of love.
There is much that cannot be properly addressed without immersion into the rhythms of Nature, a re-rooting into the silence of the heart, a willingness and practice that changes our relationship to time and the neuroses associated with our modern ambitions and high speed technological lives. We are taught to stand present to the terrible price paid by all forms of life from the materialism and ecocide of this era, to face the abuses in our own histories. We are taught to respond with compassion, skill and the strength, the medicine to restore integrity.
The School of 3 Lights protects and accelerates the development of artists. Artists and physicians train together, that we are able to be called together, used together, to bring forth the music of light upon light. Earth herself calling. Like an incubator, our school has been carefully built to bring forth new life, new story, allowing for the scholarship, visioning and writing to offer the stories inside of this tradition now and for our future.
We may speak about the need for a new story, one that is not based upon exploitation and greed but recognizes the interdependent oneness of the living world. But real stories arise from the inner worlds, only then do they carry the numinous power that can change a civilization. Myths are not rational, but belong to a deeper dimension of our psyche. We can see the emotive power of the false stories that surround us—whether the recent myth of endless economic growth that is the foundation of our consumer world, or the more recent distortions of social media that grip our collective consciousness. We are living these pathological stories without fully recognizing how much we respond to their emotive and psychic power.
Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee “Where the Horses Sing” Emergence Magazine 5/23/21
We are a lineage of carvers, weavers, poets. We give our hands. We hold brushes, pens, needles that stitch, that open, that insert, that lift, that sever. As above, so below. Our hands are crafted to serve the Creator, the Tao, the intelligence of love that defies word. From whence we come and to whence we return. Healers, sculptors, gardeners, scribes, hands to reveal the essence of creation and mend the atrocities of error. True spiritual healing, the medicine is the imagination. We wash our hands, keep washing our hands. Wash them of all that we have done, for all that must be done. Keep washing our hands, with light, in this time of great darkness. Our hands are being written, and in the writing, are unwritten.
We are given new hands. Lifelines, heartlines, songlines of the hand.