By BoJenn
The Weaver’s Spell of Duality
Duality is the loom; Unity is the weaver.
In lower realms, the loom clacks loudly.
In higher ones, the weaver hums in silence.
Within the three dimensions, duality is essential — it defines contrast: light and dark, life and death, matter and void. The 3D world depends on opposites to give form and motion; it’s the plane where polarity allows creation to unfold and consciousness to recognize itself through reflection.
So what about upper dimensions, are there opposing angles or forces in the yin and yang or as seen in the tree of life?
In the fourth and fifth, duality becomes relational — yin and yang are aware of their interdependence, forming flow and balance rather than struggle.
In the sixth and above, duality becomes symbolic — it represents the interplay of aspects within a unified consciousness.
In the Tree of Life, the same principle appears. The left pillar (Severity) and the right pillar (Mercy) are opposites, but they’re balanced by the middle pillar (Harmony) — the unifying current through which divine energy flows. As one ascends the Tree, the polarity between the pillars fades, and the seeker perceives that both sides are the breath of one Being.
So in the higher realms, opposing angles or forces still exist, but they are no longer “against” each other — they are complements, like the two wings of a bird in perfect flight.
“The higher you rise, the more the opposites sing as one note in the same chord.” And this could become monotonous in the beginning.
🌒 Weaving of the Higher Realms 🌘
In the lower loom, the threads are tense,
black against white,
birth against death,
the endless tug of knowing through pain.
But as the spirit climbs the spiral,
the warp and weft begin to sing—
yin turns to embrace yang,
light curves gently into shadow.
The pillars of the Tree lean inward,
Severity and Mercy bow,
their currents kissing in the middle stream
where gold light flows between.
Beyond the fifth gate,
opposition becomes dance,
and dance becomes stillness—
the two dissolve into the One who dreamed them.
Here, there are no enemies,
no edges to define the whole.
Only a pulse—
the pulse of All,
breathing through every star,
whispering, I Am Both.
My Art
Just Weave
✨ — Written in the Loom of Light and Shadow
By One Who Walks Between
☯ BoJenn, Weaver of Shadows and Light ☯
For every curse, a balance. For every wound, a weaving.
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