Meditation 7: The Ferris Wheel of Dark Ascension

[ysabeau]

Meditation 7

Ferris Wheel of Dark Ascension

Get lost in the Darkness, Embrace the Ferris wheel of Dark Ascention and be taken o n a mystical and whimsical journey. Soar high above the Carnivale grounds and see where the darkness takes you. Do you feel the call in your heart for dark ascension?

Do the meditation below then post your experience!

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[Lycana]

I step into the carnival and discover that Ryn, my ringmaster, and Ro, my jester are with me. They both have their faces painted black and white, Ryn's like a skull again and Ro like a harlequin with perfectly painted heart shaped lips. While Ryn wears his top hat again, Ryn wear's a Rennaissance style jester hat and costume in black and gold. The bells jingle as he walks and he gives a few exaggerated dancing steps into the dark mist that moves through the carnival. I smile and follow him in. the torchlight of the carnival plays off the dark mist, making the shadows thicker and the dark flames of the torches brighter. The black ferris wheel rises before us and my guide appears briefly to escort us the rest of the way. He smiles and bids me to enjoy myself as the ride master opens the door to cage-like car and I enter it with my companions. They sit on onside across from me, their smiles eerie. All around us black metal twists with gold like an elaborate network of vines.

The ride starts and the car ascends lifting higher and higher and into the dark clouds and fog gathered at the summit. We rise into and disappear from the car. We are in front of a black gothic door and on the door is carved a single blooming rose with a network of knotted vines and roots extending from it. I go to the door and Ryn leans forward and opens it for me. I step inside. The interior is a dark cavern with several steps that leads to a fathomless black pool. There are torches that illuminate the chamber but the pool doesn't reflect any of the light. It is pitch black like a spill of ink and there is a single boat tied by the steps. I go down to the point with my companions and Ryn takes the helm and summons a wind from the deepest part of the cavern. The boat moves, drifting forward and from the water I see restless souls stirring within the water. I am surprised to see them and wonder what dead these are. Their mouths gape in silent cries or moans... I can't tell which. Ro lay son the bottom of the boat and springs wings inviting me to sprawl across him. I laid on him, allowing my fingers to glide through the dark water where I feel an echo of connection with the being inhabiting the lake.

Finally, I see the opposite shore and there is a slab of stone serving as a table. The boat stops and we climb onto the stone platform and approach the altar. There is a huge book open there in the middle of the stone table. I lean forward with my companions to peer at it. I recognize the handwriting. It is my book and there is some sort of spell there. There is a figure of a woman drawn in the center with the tip of a triangle of manifestation at her brow and the bottom at her hips. Energy is shown to circle and cycle, ascending and descending. I turn the page and there is a massive thorny briar that surrounds the woman, the invocation of the dark rose. I can feel the energy rise around me and Ryn and Ro embrace me from either side as suddenly vines crawl up surrounding us. The vines grow and bloom, drawing from me and giving greater and energy to me in turn as they grow and spread. The rooms sink down into the depths but the vines spread like a network of a nervous system black and red through the carnival. I can feel the dark soul of the carnival, it's heartbeat and rhythm and feel connected to all of it as Ryn modifies and plays with the connections. He is a part of them with me, him and Ro, and we breathe together and are one together as the dark carnival breathes through me, giving me sustenance. I am aware of everything within it, every monstrous, every dark flutter, and every thrill and the laughter and celebration fills me from those attending and performing.

Then it is done and we are descending again. Round and round we go before we finally climb off. I step onto the ground and I can still feel the network of energy as I walk into the carnival. And I decide that this very good. Sadly I had to end my visit there and return rather than explore further at this time.

[Bluemoonrabbit]

So this one was actually sweet, especially compared to the years before.

So I got in my car, it looked like a dragon boat but the colors were red and green. Before I know it, my high elf hops in with me. I was surprised to see him, as I’ve usually gone alone on the Ferris Wheel.

He teased me about seeming surprised, and joked that I didn't want him to be there. I told him no, that's not it I was just surprised to see him. We reach the top, and he’s still with me. It felt like we were in two places at once, in his darkness and in my darkness.

His darkness on his side was… Himself.
But how his darkness appeared on my side was different, still very him but yet key differences were very in my face. It was fun? It was fun laughing and running around.

We eventually end up back outside of the room and in the car again (more like thrown). We talk and laugh as we go around and around, and eventually descend.

[karenwpi]

There is a nighttime festive air to the Càrnivale. There are many demons about yet I am nearly alone when I arrive at the Ferris Wheel. My carriage is muted out and I really can't see it well from the outside. Once tucked in, it appears like a small comfortable and basic carriage.
The door gets me. I am both drawn to it and repelled. The resistance is overcome by focusing on the different aspects. There are gargoyles. There are squiggly carvings that have meaning, mysterious and unknown. It's timeworn, with a reddish hue and dark stains and gnarled parts. Each tiny section is a world unto itself.
The door handle keeps changing as I turn it to step inside. I have to let go of this riddle and just finalize stepping through. It doesn't matter what the handle looks like, I just have to use it.
The world inside is blank.
Belphegore is suddenly there. We look at the blankness, the sheer nothingness together. He offers it to become a waiting room & it is. A tiny, tiny bare waiting room. One chair.
I can see beyond, yet out of reach...a waiting room that has creeks and walking paths.
Belphegore begins to adjust the lenses for my third eye. I can hear clicking sounds reminiscent of the optometrist dialing through lenses.
He talks about the lens we choose to see the world through. He talks about clear, natural lenses that are of our own self.
This consumes the time on my dark journey here. In the process, my heart chackra is highlighted. There are books upon books contained therein.
After descending, I stay for a while. My Elven companion is with me and we look into my heart chackra and find a book about elves. She and I look at it briefly...the cover has energy swirls she likes and puts on herself as earrings!