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What do you believe is the future of alchemical practice in contemporary society?
You mentioned the philosophical mercury as a critical element in alchemical operations. How can one cultivate the understanding necessary to create it?
You discussed the distinction between spagyric and alchemy. How do you think this misunderstanding affects modern practitioners of alchemy?
You mentioned that many modern practitioners incorrectly associate plant alchemy with Spagyrics. Can you explain how plant alchemy differs from spagyric work with plants?
Can you explain how the concept of putrefaction fits into the alchemical process and its importance in achieving transformation?
You mentioned having over three decades of experience in alchemy. Can you share a pivotal moment in your journey that significantly shaped your understanding of alchemical Gnosis?
Inner Work is about self-discovery, which is not always a pretty or an easy experience.
The question now becomes why this is so. If you think back to your old high school chemistry class, we can find an analogy to help you understand. Think of your nervous system and its habitual state as the standard configuration of electrons orbiting about a particular atom. Like the electrons, your nervous system exists in a specific energetic level or state – a vibratory state created by your beliefs about life, ingrained expectations about the outcome of social and business interactions, and, of course, your fears.
The Traveler felt himself take an involuntary step backward. He was afraid; from the depths of his being, a numbing fear spread virally as it paralyzed his body and mind. What could he do against such a foe? His mightiest weapon had no effect upon it whatsoever. There had to be something he could do. He looked at the approaching Figure now only seven steps away, back to the houses in the towns, the chains still stretching from the Father of Darkness to each of the town's inhabitants, back to the hooded Figure now only five steps away, back to the town's people...something was strange...something was wrong about what he saw...back to the advancing dark Figure, three steps away, back to the town...
The chains around their necks hung loosely...loose enough even to...
The Traveler released his hold on time, and the sun fell quickly into its slumber. In the quiet of the night, the Traveler still felt uneasy. His mind bounced back and forth between those words whispered by the Centaur and those of the feminine Voice. The latter had intimated that there was yet more to do, and the former had hinted at some cryptic statement about freedom.
The Traveler went to a well at the edge of the town. He drew some water and drank thirstily, the cool liquid cascading down his insides – rejuvenating him, preparing him.
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