After preparing her altar I compose the incense for White Queen. I chose white camphor, sage, rosemary and lemon grass. We performed KIa banishing and did the evocation. I expected to get nothing after reading descriptions of her in DKMU Egregores. My first contact wasn’t easy to describe but I definitely could feel her. I decided to proceed with a tarot reading.
Medieval Scapini Tarot : 8 of wands
The second time I meditated with the White Queen I felt a surge of inspiration and a stream of automatic writing followed.
A blank sheet of paper invites writing, it invites creativity and imagination. But a blank sheet of paper can also be intimidating, invoking our self doubt, fear that can stop us in place.
Blank sheet of paper is like a mirror reflecting our inner light back to us. To realize that in reality our future is a blank sheet can be equally liberating and terrifying.
In the paradigm where all is information, all is language. Every system from a piece of software to ecology of our planet can be re-written.
My mind thinks of the final scene in ‘Stalker’. Would you want the responsibility for the whole world’s future to rest in your hands?
In reality it does, no matter how much we try to distract ourselves from it.
If we want White Queen to freeze system that undermines us, we need to inject her into its veins. Like a powerful drug she can affect the whole sets of systems within the body. she can trigger altered state incompatible with designed function the system or a an entity is supposed to perform. She is the white crystal, a virus, a form neither alive nor dead.
Her command is FREEZE! She holds you at a guns point. She can pacify, like a ufo taking control over nuclear missiles or switching off electricity grid of a whole city.
she is like a snowstorm cutting of towns and covering all roads. she is the end, the eraser of species. she is the new possibilities and the fresh growth springing up like a snowdrop from beneath the ice.
I feel her presence hitting really strong, like a frosty wind going right into my eyes. Her silence seems to screams at me with its infinite potential.
I remember skiing in a sunshine… The speed and smooth flow on the icy currents transitioning into soft traverse of untouched snow. Drawing the first line on the bank sheet, painting an unknown rune on the snow’s surface. Blinded by the sun, cruising into the unknown, confident and happy, knowing how to land softly. You can forget everything in such a moment. It’s just you and perpetual movement of life.
She is that moment when drug hits you, when everything slows down just to launch you into space. She is the shock you feel waking up from a lucid dream. She switches the gears. She is that night you can not remember, forgotten deadline, lost connection, missed opportunity….
(At this point unknowingly I skipped a couple of pages in my diary leaving them blank. It seems like a part of the magick. )
…all that reminds you to be watchful, focused and switched on.
She keeps you at a guns point, always on edge, always here and now.
The week with White Queen was getting towards the end and I ended up with another quiet still meditation. At the end I asked her if she has a message and suggested to visit me in a dream. That night I dreamed being trapped in a small town with white buildings. All of them where white like in Greece. I lost my bicycle and decided to leave on foot but the roads were closed. I couldn’t get out. This part of a dream repeated over and over and each time something else prevented me from leaving.
The town itself was calm and pretty. It reminded me of the village in the Prisoner. There were cafés and shops etc. One character drew my attention. It was a tall man dressed like a tramp. He had brown hair and looked really mausy. The weirdest of all he had whiskers so I called him the Whisker Man. He was constantly playing some kind of trick on other people in the town. He seemed not bothered by anything and people for some reason tolerated him. I couldn’t work out why. I got a sense that if someone will help me to get out it will be him because he has secrets possibly about the whole town. I could tell by looking into his eyes.
Meanwhile I was leaving the town again only to stumble upon police vehicles and a barricade. I decided to try an alternative route along the edge of a steep cliff. I only took few steps when a red camper van went right across the edge and rolled down. It was a pretty bad crush but I noticed there are survivors and began climbing down to rescue them. As I did I lost my footing and fell as well. I managed to garb onto a ledge and hanged there helplessly. The people from the van were unharmed and helped me out onto the road.
When I was back on the cliff top I was greeted by a group of women dressed in white robes. They took me back to the village and into their building. They were part of some cult that they decided to introduce me to. I didn’t trust them at all but seeing no other choice i played along. They dressed me in white and took me to their leader. We sat around a round table next to a window. The leader turned out to be a topless male with a scruffy hair. He had two male topless assistants. They gave him hooks and he started piercing his chest with them. I began feeling faint and my main female guide (possibly high priestess) ordered the male assistants to cover him. She said Polish women generate the opposite type of energy and are naturally sensitive to this. I thought to myself that this is all unbelievable bullshit but kept quiet. Dream ended.
Dream of a White Dragon
This dream followed right from the previous one. I was going to a football match with my friends (something I have never done in real life.) We went inside an old brick building to a cloakroom. There was a waiting area there and all the tables were taken by a large group of blonde girls wearing pink with bunny ears on their heads. They looked like hen party but might have been cheerleaders. We went pass them to go on a chairlift that was suppose to take us to our destination. We all sat together. The sits began moving before I had a chance to put my safety belt on so I did it quickly and so did my friends. We were all giggling with excitement. The ride moved fast and the chairs split so now I was on my own.
My chair was soon in the air but I could see no polls or lines holding it there. The ride was fantastic, like a roller-coaster only better because I was alone and went over the sea and other desolate places. I was laughing and screaming and having a great time. I could see a flock of geese right over my head. It was like one of those flying dream/astral travels. I was almost lucid at this point.
Then the chair landed. I was in a red desert with a mountains and a dried out river. It reminded me of California. The place was overgrown with thistles or some similar spiky plants. Someone was there waiting for me and they were telling me a story but I was distracted and couldn’t listen because I was getting spiked by the plants. I wasn’t sure where we were headed. It seems there is nothing there and no one beside us.
I looked around me and saw a beautiful silvery white dragon land on the cliff edge towering above us on the other side of the river. I recognised it as a manifestation of the White Queen and was just about to approach her when I woke up in my bed to the sound of an alarm clock.