“Why do we the Human have such a compelling need to rip the veil so as to know ourselves and to see our Divine nature?”
I wrote the words above on Tuesday, and on Wednesday, I was introduced to the “Vision of Hermes. What was so amazing is that it is the same “vision” as mine! Be at peace and know that the Human can apprehend the One, by the Silent Path within, that is illuminated by the light in the back of your head. This light can only be seen when you stop staring at the dancing shadows, and instead, courageously turn from them to gain the vision of the One Eternal Light. “
“This my beloved, is the tearing of the veil of the Temple of yourself.”
One day, Hermes, after reflecting on the origin of things, fell asleep. A dull torpor took possession of his body; but in proportion as the latter grew benumbed, his spirit ascended into space. Then an immense being, of indeterminate form, seemed to call him by name.
“Who art thou?” said the terrified Hermes.
“I am Osiris, the sovereign Intelligence who is able to unveil all things. What desirest thou?”
“To behold the source of beings, O divine Osiris, and to know God.”
“Thou shalt be satisfied.”
Immediately Hermes felt himself plunged in a delicious light. In its pellucid billows passed the ravishing forms of all beings…“
“Thou wilt now learn. Thou hast just seen what exists from all eternity. The light thou didst first see is the divine intelligence which contains all things in potentiality, enclosing the models of all beings. The darkness in which thou was afterwards plunged is the material world on which the men of earth live. But the fire thou didst behold shooting forth from the depths, is the divine Word. God is the Father, the Word is the son, and their union is Life.”
“…Such audacious thoughts and hopes might haunt the spirit of the adept during the night following the mystic ceremony of resurrection. The following morning, in the avenues of the temple, beneath the blinding light, that night seemed to him no more than a dream . . . though how impossible to forget . . . that first voyage into the intangible and invisible! Once again he read the inscription on the statue of Isis: “My veil no mortal hand hath raised.” All the same a corner of the veil was raised, but only to fall back again, and he woke up on the earth of tombs. Ah, how far he was from the goal he had dreamed of! For the voyage on the barque of millions of years is a long one! But at least he had caught a faint glimpse of his final destination. Even though his vision of the other world were only a dream, a childish outline of his imagination, still obscured by the mists of earth, could he doubt that other consciousness he had felt being born in him, that mysterious double, that celestial ego which had appeared to him in his astral beauty like a living form and spoken to him in his sleep? (As did I.) Was this a sister-soul, was it his genius, or only a reflection of his inmost spirit, a vision of his future being dimly foreshadowed? A wonder and a mystery! Surely it was a reality, and if that soul was only his own, it was the true one. What would he not do to recover it? Were he to live millions of years he would never forget that divine hour in which he had seen his other self, so pure and radiant.“ The Vision of Hermes Thank you for this, know that it is appreciated and came with perfect timing.
Whenever I’m in a quandary, lost and unsure, my beloved Father and Mother send me the witness of another, to verify that my heart and soul are perceiving their Light.
The author, Samael Aun Weor and one of his 60 books are shot-gunned into my consciousness. And since I haven’t yet read but a scant bit of them, I cannot attest to the author’s veracity.
I have read portions of “Kundalini: the Sacred Fire of All Religions.” What drew me to this is the certitude of the author that Kundalini is not a a dangerous, disparate force that cannot be controlled; and instead is a gift that should not be feared. It is the fire that falls in many religious traditions.
“For thousands of years, many have wondered at the tales of that mysterious force and the spiritual powers it gives, yet the method to awaken it has been hidden, misunderstood, or sometimes, intentionally sabotaged. Some say it is dangerous, or can be awakened accidentally, but the Kundalini is not a blind or mechanical force. It is the Divine Mother Herself, the power or energy of divinity in motion. She cannot be tricked, fooled, or accidentally awakened. The Kundalini can only be developed through purity and love. Divine power must be earned.”
Wow, divinity in motion, the Mother, in tension with the all encompassing God of Rest! Much that God has revealed to me was revealed to another man, 50 years ago! A man who was obscure and a maligned mystic.
Then the writer of sixty books of spirituality, paradoxically writes this statement: “When the mind stops searching, when it stops wanting refuge, when it no longer goes in search of security, when it no longer craves more books and information, when it ignores even the memory of desire, only then will Love arrive within.”
― Samael Aun Weor
“Kindness is a much more crushing force than anger.”
― Samael Aun Weor, Revolution of the Dialectic: Esoteric Psychology and Meditation
“Wherever we direct our attention, we spend creative energy. We can save creative energy if we divide attention, if we do not become identified with things, people, and ideas. When we become identified with things, people, and ideas, we then forget our Self and lose creative energy in the most pitiful way. It is essential to know that we need to save creative energy in order to awaken the consciousness, and that the creative energy is the living potential, it is the vehicle of the consciousness, it is the instrument in order to awaken the consciousness.”
― Samael Aun Weor
“In life, the only thing of importance is a radical, total, and definitive change. The rest, frankly, is of no importance at all.”
― Samael Aun Weor, The Great Rebellion
“We advise disciples not to follow anyone. Let them follow themselves. Each one should follow his resplendent and luminous inner Being.”
― Samael Aun Weor, MAJOR MYSTERIES
Woven within a personal obsession with combining sexuality with spirituality to unleash enlightenment, are observations of being that are compelling. But what of the solitary man, what of the individual being, is his prescriptions the only way to apprehend the fiery presence of our Mother?
Whether you agree with him, or even if your Puritan mind flees from him; at least he made the effort to know himself and the undergirding of our being. Most never step foot on the path at all, so distasteful does the quest for understanding spirituality seem to most of the Human.
Yet are there not a myriad of paths to transcend the Way to the One. Cannot the sincere find the One within themselves, without the mumbo jumbo and sex magic?
We choose the easy way given to us by others.
I have been reading “Living with Kundalini” by Gopi Krishna and have been terribly disappointed thus far by his story of the fire serpent awakening. It has made me fearful of the whole experience and its meaning for the Human. There are a few pages left and maybe is will be all tied together with peace and serenity, but so far that is not the case.
I know with certainty that our Mother is the Flaming-Light; the God of Movement.
Silly humans. So full of self-certitude in all things regarding the the One. So how can you be so self-assured about god when he|she is all things that you are passing through while also existing as the microcosm of his|her being within yourself and within the billions of the Human? How can you be sure of a God that is All?
“I am everything and it all flows from out of my being. I have the ability and desire to caress a billion souls at one time, in order to draw them to Myself.”
Who will demarcate the lines of his\her being and who will offer up words of description of the One of Rest and Motion? If the One is All then there are no lines; there is no separation of anything. Your enemies are you and you are your enemies within the dynamic of the God of All. The Other that you hate is yourself. How can you hate yourself? How can you hate the One out of which springs all things, including the indwelling of the Other?
Your eyes see as God sees through you. And feels and experiences a billion human lives as One.
How will you conscribe God within the milieu of the Universal; within the unity of the One.
The monkey brain lifts the self on high; I am unique! I am an individual with rights, intellect and my own light and being!
What if everything that we are flows from out of the One?
How would that change your understanding. How would that change your relationship with the Other?
These words from the Bhagavad Gita provide a path:
“The peace of God is with them whose mind and soul are in harmony, who are free from desire and wrath, who know their own soul.”
And this:
He who has let go of hatred
who treats all beings with kindness
and compassion, who is always serene,
unmoved by pain of pleasure,
free of the “I” and “mine,
self controlled, firm, patient,
his who mind focused on me–
that is the man I love best.”
Father, what will happen to the true believers, the Chosen, who worship themselves?
Father, help me to hold on to the Spark of Yourself that is my consciousness. Surround it with the light and love of the multi-colored cloak of light, which is freely given to us by our Mother. Do not curse me to oblivion, but rather lift me up and surround me with Your Love!
Namaste: “The Divine within me bows to the same Divine within you.”
The veil that we need to rend is the mirrored gate that falsely informs us of our being; We see what is reflected of our thoughts and believe it to be real. When we rend the veil and pass though the gateless gate we enter into a profound void, not of emptiness, but instead of the fragrance and unlimited being of the One.
Father, can a Human really melt within you, so as become fully you, fully us. One in essence? Father, show me the gate and guide me on the path, so that all of me becomes you. Amen.
So fuck it all. Fuck all the mystics, seers and saints. I am heading to the wilderness within me. The scorching desert heat and dense forest full of dangers and toil. The place of starving, and privation where emptiness can be found and apprehended. If my Mother loves me, she will come to me, flowing with love and light and lift me up and carry me across the the threshold of the Gateless Gate and the through the veil that has been torn asunder. And as she lifts me into the Holy of Holies, in the presence of the One, I will cast away all intellection and all ideas and dwell in the pure light of being and becoming.
Monkey brain is loose!
Fuck the intellect.
Fuck the imagination.
I will sit silently waiting, in perfect peace, in solitude and serenity, in the emptiness of the overflowing void within the power and presence of the One.