Arcane 13, Saturn the Time

For me, the Arcane 13 of the Tarot represents Saturn (we could connect it with Pluto, I only give here my personal preference). Saturn, Chronos in Greek, means the Time. Using Saturn, we can become masters of the Time.

The principal quality of Saturn is control. The principal defect of Saturn is control. An excess of control petrifies, grows old, kills spontaneity of life, kills. Worse, if we control all the time, we'll act consciously too much . Our consciousness knows nothing. He who knows, he who memorized knowledge and capacities was our unconscious. All of the talents are hidden in the mysterious night of our inner world. Our consciousness does not know how to write, nor how to drive a car, nor how to sum up numbers, nor how to play tennis nor how to speak English. Our consciousness is made to focus a ray of light in such or such region in the immense night of our subconscious.

We must control what must be controlled, the beginning, no more continue, stop the Time, and thus be able to really begin, to awake the specific talent we need in this exact moment. To control our entry in the state of grace of the activity we are initiating. After this we must control nothing, everything will flow in an inspired manner.

The Zen Art of Sumye, drawing done in black ink on a paper of rice very porous, where the lesser hesitation would stain, is a spiritual Art destined to control our entry in a state of grace, in a state of inspiration. It is a training to use Saturn, to use the control, without letting the control break the natural flow of life:

Imagine a Temple,
a Mysterious Temple lost in the mist
of another time, of another country,
a Temple of the God of the Golden Age,
a Temple of Saturn, the God of the Golden Age.
Walking through the corridors of the past
you come in the Art Room.
The Art Room is an initiatic Temple.
With respect come in the Room.
To come in the Art Room is to come in a state of grace.
With care, put straight ahead
the paper of rice,
the pestle to grind the stone of dry ink,
the jar of water,
the brush.
Sit down in a meditation position,
your spinal column upright
to let the Vital Energy flow.
Stopping... meditating...
stopping the Time.
Conscious of your breathing,
of the peace of your breathing.
Stopping the Time,
breathing in life.
Breathing in inspiration.
With the pestle, slowly,
you begin to grind the stone of ink.
To grind is a meditation.
Slowly, spilling a little of water from the jar.
Without haste, with the pestle, homogenizing the ink.
Taking the brush in your hand.
Breathing in ..., breathing out ...
letting a picture appear in your mind,
landscape or figure.
With decision,
with the decision of a Master,
with the natural spontaneity of life,
you point the brush to the white paper.
With a unique move of your hand,
you draw this picture,
letting the flow of spontaneity orient your hand.
You hand go through the paper
like a flight of birds
and the unforeseen beauty of a Work of Art is born.
Focus your consciousness towards your day to day life,
coming in your work with respect.
Your work is a Temple.
You enter in the state of grace of your work.
Stopping.
Ten seconds, stopping ... meditating.
Stopping the Time.
And suddenly,
with the spontaneity of a flight of birds,
you begin your work,
letting flow the spontaneity of life.

The Time kills his children. We are not immortal, we are eternal. To die is safe :-) When the body and/or the intelligence become petrified, to die is healthy. Dying we'll can resuscitate, anew be young. We already died so many times and we anew are here. To go through the fantastic road of evolution, of Alchemy, we need many and many lifes.

All of the Secrets are there, in our Inner World:
Hidden Doors.