Reflections by Olivia Robertson

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So I decided to bring you right back in my life, and I need to be awfully brave to describe all this, it's so strange. It's like wakening up from this life into reality. But first of all you can visualize a triangle and a fierce little boy with his legs astride the globe. Now I was illustrating this for St. Malachy's Court.

I was working in a playground and there was this horrible little boy, he was standing there in the playground and he was surrounded by everybody's buckets and spades. And the children were all obeying him, he was commanding to do this that and the other; they were unhappy, they were perfectly miserable. And so of course I decided, like Britannia or somebody to intervene - you know, the sort of intervening sort of people. So I marched up and I immediately said: "give up that, all their buckets and spades to them, this simply won't do."

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And so I restored justice I felt, gave everybody their own bucket and spade and they were duly grateful. The boy glowered at me. I wandered off, looking after the other children, came back - my God, it was all the same. The little boy had his arms folded, commanding them all. He'd taken back all their buckets and spades. I aways disapproved of Tolstoy giving in on this sort of situation, but I'm ashamed to say I just gave in.

One day I wrote a book and I had this illustrated and I was looking at it one day when it went 3rd-dimensional. My father said that drawing is like William Blake, there's something in it. And I looked and I felt despair. We were hearing about concentration camps, the war was just over then. I'd been there, over in England, in London, and I knew what had happened. And I looked and I entered into a moment of despair, utter despair. I looked and said "there is the Superchild", evil prevails over the earth. For evil to flourish it only takes the good to be scared.

The Superchild © Olivia Robertson

And as I looked - this is where I woke up - I heard a voice, I thought a sign I was already going mad. I heard a voice, I thought it was an angel saying: "There's always two ways of looking at a thing. Turn the picture upside-down."

So, this was the original, the picture. I turned it round and I got the most awful shock, because I saw - I actually saw - the Holy Grael. And I knew what it was. It was the cup of the Last Supper - small, humble ordinary cup anyone would carry around. Later I decided the organic look was because it was made of cow, a cow's horn. It was rimmed with silver.

The Superchild © Olivia Robertson

But I was absolutely terrified. I thought "my God, it can't all be true." I was an ordinary church girl, I thought I didn't believe in anything really. And I went on looking and I then saw the form of what I thought was the Crux Ansata, the arc, the circle, the globe over an X, the X of the boy's upside-down legs. So I thought, "what does that mean?" And then I saw round it, what looked like a cow's horns - his legs, you see, formed the cow's horns. Later on I thought it, Hathor. And I was so terrified of this sudden revelation that there was another world apart from ours, that I just ran out of the room, out of the Castle, and we had a wilderness to run into - I ran into it and walked round and round. And I thought it can't all be true, it is true - Christ is not dead, nobody's dead. I'd woken up. But - nobody else had.

First, that started that way - that was clairaudience with me. Vision followed later. Spiritual vision.

Actually, I wasn't talking off the cuff, I'd written this down. Now how do I end? I take the message that the male and female are one, but individual. Black and white are as day and night. Both triangles form the 6-pointed star, or when their points meet, the Diamond of Perfection. In other words, it wasn't evil, I'd only realized that the Superchild was not evil. But I thought well, black and white are one. I thought that the Holy Grael was holy and this horrible creature, Homo sapiens is evil, but he wasn't. It formed a triangle, like the pyramid, and a circle was inside the triangle, and inside the triangle I had a star - and oddly enough the stars around the British Isles, I'd got British Iles in the middle. I still have Ireland as in the middle as well. It made some sort of power center, or diamond, as if it spread out through the earth. And then it was through this Superchild, the boy, and the girl upside-down, as it were - the Grael being Hathor - produced perfection. The triangle coming down has to stop where the diamond is formed - it's like this 1.618, you know the Golden Cup (ratio). The Diamond of Perfection has left and right, up and down. And therefore evil, in reality, does not exist. It's our way of learning. It's a shadow. And I thought I'd read this, I don't know if I'd read it to you before, but I felt it mattered.

Another version of this Reflection may be found here: The World of Symbols