Golden Dawn Middle Pillar

There have been many surprises along the way, surprises that fill one with awe in the moment and a nostalgia of wonder with what might happen next time. It’s these little moments in the G.D. that keeps one going and doing this magic thing.

The building is still there, unchanged from when it was first built, and now on its fourth incarnation, but for a short time it was something magic.

Formerly a classical synagogue, it had many unique architectural features to support the work, one room in particular that was used as a temple. From a meeting room, down a long stone hallway, a single arched wooden door painted red.

Inside a perfectly square room with vaulted ceilings, full stained glass windows on the east wall.

Everything cut stone and polished marble floors.  

At night the traffic outside would illuminate the room from the passing headlights, completely silent from the thick stone walls.

Any chance that I could after a ceremony, I’d be content to just sit against the wall and feel the presence of the temple.

A mixture of nostalgia and synchronicity.

One such surprise was in this place, after an auspicious day, alone in the temple, closing my eyes for a moment, and just like that.

From the altar, a shaft of white light radiating up from the cross and triangle, framed between the two pillars. 

Raising to the ceiling and beyond as we were now on the astral and not the physical.

Curiosity sometime later, once we were all outside, before the temple was powered down and put away.

With the sight, similar shafts of light far in the distance, radiating from similar altars with a  cross and triangle.