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The Angel of the Tarot

July 4, 2015

by Tony Willis             

Should you desire to form a link with Hay-ray-oo, the Angel of the Tarot, take yourself on this guided visualization. If possible you should record it first and play it back to yourself when you are ready to begin the astral journey. Alternatively, you could have a friend who shares your occult interests read it to you.

Imagine that you are in the reception hall of a hotel. Near at hand is the receptionist’s desk with its telephones, visitors’ book, pigeonholes and dangling, stay-at-home keys. To one side is a revolving door of glass and chrome. Through the glass you can see a park resplendent in its autumn colors . . .

Imagine that you rise and approach the revolving door. Passing through you find yourself on a gravel path leading deeper into the park. You set off along this path, feeling a sense of expectation growing within you. Gusts of wind blow red, brown and gold leaves around your feet. Some of the trees are bare, while others are not quite stripped of their summer finery. Breathe in the experience of the season; allow it to become part of you . . . Feel it cycling within you, as if it had somehow entered your blood stream . . .

Your walk has brought you to a group of tall trees, in front of which lies a neatly trimmed lawn sprinkled with daisies and buttercups. A ray of sunlight breaks through the clouds and strikes the lawn just a short distance ahead of you. It seems to you that this beam of light has solidity; that if you wished, you could stand on it and walk into the sky. To indulge your fancy, you place your feet on the end of the sunbeam and – amazingly! – it bears your weight. Carefully you take one step after another, and find yourself ascending a wide golden-yellow ramp. Then the ramp itself begins moving, like a mechanical walkway, drawing you higher and higher into the clouds. For a few moments you are surrounded by a white-grey mist . . . and then you are above the cloudbank, in a place of sunshine and blue skies.

At the end of the beam of light stands a tall figure, dark-haired, with an olive complexion. He wears a pure white robe tied with a golden girdle on top of which is a pale blue over-robe decorated with amethyst and vermilion embroidery. On his head he bears an iron crown in the shape of a serpent. The head of the serpent hangs over the figure’s forehead, and the tail is twisted into an elaborate knot at the base of its own throat. The being before you is Hay-ray-oo, the guardian of the Tarot.

He smiles and holds out his arms as if to draw you to him. As yet he doesn’t speak. He has no need to, for he is able to communicate perfectly well through actions and pictures. He stretches out his hands, palms uppermost before him. And from the fingers of his right hand rain descends, while from the hollow of his palm tongues of flame shoot upward. From the palm of his left hand a column of cloud ascends, like smoke from an incense stick; and from between the fingers fall fine soil and tiny, gravel-like stones. Between his right hand and his left a translucent disk of mother-of-pearl appears: silvery, iridescent, a symbol of tarotmotionless circle of ever-changing light . . .

All at once these pictures cease. And as the mother-of-pearl disk dissolves into nothingness, you notice on Hay-ray-oo’s breast a pattern like the stylistic representation of the Tudor rose, the center of which contains three petals, surrounded in their turn by seven petals, and these again by a final ring of twelve petals. On closer inspection, each petal appears to have some sigil or cryptic sign etched upon it. Looking up, you see Hay-ray-oo smiling at your perplexity.

Listen now to hear if the ageless keeper of the Tarot’s most sacred lore has any special message to convey to you . . .

At last it is time to return. The golden beam of sunlight under your feet begins to move away from Hay-ray-oo, as if you were on a travelator. He raises his hands to head height and turns his palms towards you as if speeding you on your way . . . You pass into the cloudbank, descending all the time. A mist passes between you and the guardian of the Tarot, and you turn away, looking downwards now towards the earth . . . You are quickly through the clouds and moving toward the park, with its group of trees and spacious, well-kept lawn . . . Your feet touch the earth and you feel a sense of gladness at the contact, like a homecoming, a return to the familiar.

With a mounting feeling of joy and satisfaction, you re-trace your steps to the hotel entrance . . . Pass through the revolving door into the reception hall. Sit in one of the comfortable chairs or on one of the broad sofas . . . And now become aware of yourself sitting in your own chair, in a room in your own home. And return, in your own time, to material reality.

The illustration above is called the Great Symbol of the Tarot. In the circle at the top are divisions corresponding to the series of three, seven and twelve petals on Hay-ray-oo’s chest. The word ‘LIFE’ is repeated in English, Latin and Greek. The four large capital letters, if you start with the ‘T’ and work clockwise, spell TAROT in Greek. The three small cursive letters at the top of the large circle are HRU written in one of the magickal alphabets. Traditionally, Hay-ray-oo’s name is always written with just these three letters.

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