I have crafted three of the 4 stones within the Magnum Opus; Nigredo, Albedo, and Citrinitas, leaving just Rubedo to go.
The stones become more and more lustrous as they go along, which lends itself well to the whole mythology behind the Philosopher’s stone being a matter which is used to achieve perfection. The Citrinitas Stone is beautiful, I really love the way that it looks more refined than the other two, as it has this tarnished beauty to it, as if it hasn’t yet reached it’s final form, whereas I love the contrast between the two first stages of Nigredo and Albedo, which is the destruction and rebirth of the stone and it’s creator, and this contrast lends well to this idea; the Nigredo stone, in which the purpose of creation is chaotic and all about self destruction, is rugged and dirty; black, like the shadows we hide within us. Whereas the Albedo stone is pure and white, it is refined like china, and seems to echo a rougher form of marble. It still has it’s impurities, but it is only the second stage, and this is what makes me so fascinated by it.
There is also a sense of symbolism within the actual look of the piece in relation to how I have attempted to deal with the death of my grandmother; the blackness was about destruction and grief, echoed in the dirt and dark that is echoed within the piece, as well as the burial and extinguishing of the flames during the ritual, symbolising her life ending. (However, she was cremated, which lends itself well to the process shown in the Albedo ritual.) The Albedo is pure, it is a white dust that resembles a void, much like the numbing one feels when the initial anger and despair of the grief has subsided. It is the turning point between the stages of grief and acceptance.
The Citrinitas stage is a Raw, golden metal, it is much like a sunrise, and the third stage of the magnum opus is meant to symbolise this new dawn within oneself, where once reaches the knowledge and creation of the stone, despite it being primitive and not as useful as the Rubedo Stone. It is the acceptance of the death, the warmth that is felt when celebrating one who has been lost, and their life.
I need to craft my Rubedo soon.