Daedalus

It was a hermetically sealed sanctuary with one hundred doors, a glorious entrance on which Daedalus, the skillful sculptor, engraved marvelous embossments with his extra-ordinary mastery.

It is said that Icarus (with his I.A.O. chiselled by his father on the sacred rock of that mysterious entrance) wanted to soar towards heaven, to convert himself into a Son of the Sun, but the wax that held his wings to his body melted and he fell into the horrifying precipice.

Icarus is the marvelous symbol of the vain intention of those who do not know how to work with the luminous and spermatic Fiat of the first instant. It is the disgrace and downfall of those Alchemists who spill the raw matter of the Great Work.

Was Daedalus not perhaps the famous sculptor, the father of Icarus, and also the same one who taught Theseus how to escape from the intricate labyrinth of Crete...?

I have always wondered what the archetype of Daedalus meant within myself, as he is mysteriously a benefit as well as builder of our mistakes too. It has been my feeling that he relates to our intellectual center, whether higher or lower, and like the intellect can construct both terrible schemes, it can too leads us to glory in the higher center of itself.



But it would be greatly beneficial to me if you could give me some kabbalistic clues towards helping me come closer to this figure in my understanding of myself.

Best wishes,

OoA