The SEVENTH ray
I am sitting in god asana, with pranayama 6+6 without kumbhaka. Some time passes, maybe about fifteen minutes, when the first signs of automatic stiffness and sweating appear. I changed consciousness gradually, as pranayama shows its influence on my body. At the very end, I interrupted the pranayama and began to stare into the endless dark ink behind the eyelids. The vision becomes spherical, the darkness begins to distort and eventually becomes three-dimensional. I gazed at this three-dimensional darkness in front of me, completely calm and somehow alone.
I began to vibrate the name, imagining it goes toward blackness and empowering it with its Nature. The darkness began to shake and resonate with the nature of the name. In the end, I simply stepped into that darkness. I was projecting instantly and without any effort; in fact, from the moment when the darkness became three-dimensional, I was a great part in my astral body, only the intention to move forward is missed. Interesting things happen when you observe the darkness, in the same way as when we stare in the mirror, the essence is to look with the peripheral view and let everything is covered by a dim cobweb, which is a purely physiological effect. At the same time, the Change in consciousness occurs, which is ideal for astral projection; especially as the three-dimensionality of the blackness arises, then the simple effort of will is quite sufficient to submerge “into it.”
At first, I was moving very slowly. I was in a dark tunnel, I only managed to touch the walls beside me, but I could not see anything. I went forward for a short while; it often happens that when I am too close to my physical shell, and the transition to astral body performs quickly, then I have to distance myself from the physical body so I can get a vision; as if in some strange way there exist interference. Usually, soon after moving away I begin to get a clearer picture, the image is crystal clear, and transition to the astral body is complete. That procedure happens also this time, I continued to walk ahead blindly touching space in front of me until I gradually saw the contours of the wall. In the end, I walked through a narrow tunnel, very dark. The brightness could only be seen somewhere in the distance, and it was somehow blue in nature. Now I went into a large round room in which centre was a well filled with water. The scene was beautiful, the blue colour glittered on the walls as the light was shining from the well. Whole space and atmosphere were filled with the murmur of water. Here the clarity of the vision was exceptional, without any difference in relation to reality. The only difference was in the consciousness, which was drastically changed at this place. I sensed great energy and stability, I had the impression that I could stay in this sphere for hours without going back to the physical realm. Only then did I notice that I was dressed in my Robe, with Lamen on my chest. I leaned over the well and looked down. The miraculous energy was strongly trying to pull my Being inside. So it was, and I removed Robe from myself and jumped in, firmly holding my Lamen. I poured into the bluish ocean, the bottom was very close, and the depth was not more than a few meters. I dived forward and soon I reached the shore. There was a desert in front of me, an unprecedented ocean behind. The sun was at noon.
I came out of the water and looked at the vastness of the sand infinity. At this point, I felt strong collapsing of my vision and I wanted Change, fearing that it would break and dissolve. Therefore, I began invoking the Guide. In front of me, in the form of sandy wind, the ghostly Jinn appears; it was a beautiful girl of almost red skin and black long straight hair. Over her body, she had a white transparent silk cloth covering her face also. I gave the signs and the names but in the end, everything sealed with the LVX signs and names of the Great Elemental King and with the Three Great Secrets names of God. I felt a huge strain of force and devastation in her, but with the last names she calmed down and gave me one large rod. Only when I took it in my hands I saw that it was actually a wrapped, thin carpet. I spread it in front of myself as I noticed the head of the Baphomet engraved on it. I started to stare at the head and immediately felt the presence of great Change as I did so, so I continued to focus on the vision. Not a few moments passed, everything around me began to grow apart and when vision settled down again, I found myself in one large stone hall. I stood in its centre, and three men sat in high chairs in front of me; a young man, a middle-aged man and an old man, holding instruments in their hands and playing. It was very unusual and disturbing music. They were all dressed in yellowish outfits. The young man played the harp, a middle-aged man a mandolin, and an old man something that resembled as violin only with an even thicker resonant box. On the floor was a tapestry with an Enochian tablet of air, everything around me was airy – from clothes to instruments; their method was based on trembling of the wire, yet the ultimate outcome of their music was anxiety and almost mournful sadness. Only then did I notice the nature of the sphere behind my back; far from behind was the stone sarcophagus of the knight. I came to it very hard; the movement was rather difficult, although the vision remained perfectly clean. It was the Brother Knight Templar; I concluded this by the back of the shield that rested on the stone figure of the sarcophagus.
A flower wreath was placed on the head of the statue. Whole this place was filled with a very sad atmosphere. I started calling the guide with the names of Ruach, but I did it very quietly, for I did not want to disturb the atmosphere that was so sad, so full of dignity and honour. Soon, the tiny spark of very strong light, slowly began to descend from the height, which ultimately fell on the head of the Knight’s statue; the light began to extinguish and finally, I saw a small scarab. And then Change started to show its motion, for I never heard of that music anymore, nor did I see anything around. In one moment I felt the sensation of the presence of LAM, as I clearly hear his voice that began to tell me the following words: “do not think of him as a knight, nor a priest, for he certainly is not. Think of him as the Charioteer, the bearer of the Holy Spirit. Although it is not the SanGraa yet.” These were his words, and maybe I forgot something; in any case, this was the essence of what I heard, the exact form is not so important.
At that moment, the scarab entered the sarcophagus through a small hole. Now everything around me began to dissolve and I almost completely went out from experience. I had a very clear vision, but I started to gain a consciousness on my physical body, which in most cases shows the beginning of the end of the astral experience. In my vision, I noticed little scarab dragging himself into the clothes of the warrior, how he crawling upon his body, then leaving the sarcophagus carrying the blood of the knight with him. He is crawling over land covered with deceased knights; now I found myself on a battlefield, this scarab crawl through many dead warriors, dragging traces of blood behind. All this blood is combined and scarab, carrying a bloody trail behind him, through the all this vision began to draw the symbol of the royal lily. Now I am looking at the thousands of graves and crosses piled into the ground. But the voice of LAM came back to me again (this time very dim and distant) telling me that these are not the features of death by no means. Now the vision is enlarging and I see that these crosses are only stubbornly stabbed swords. LAM tells me that these knights are not killed, their struggle is transmitted by knowledge of “one particular place“. His words were: “they are dead, but they are not killed. They are dead, every one of them!“. Now I see other knights approaching the graves and drawing crosses, actually swords and with them, they continue to travel further. I see thousands of them extracting the swords out from the ground and walking together in colonies.
Then again I felt the terrible pressure in my strange convex bone on my occiput, and I saw scarab who entered into one large book. Then appears a dagger piercing a scarab, the book closes rapidly, and when it opens again, the paper was smeared by his blood and I quite clearly saw the symmetrical drawing of a flower crochet in the form of a perfect circle. Suddenly, everything disappears, and I once again saw the Knights’ sarcophagus and his flower wreath. This vision is growing, and now that wreath becomes the same circle as the sign of European Union.
Again, everything disappears, and I found myself once more on the battlefield. Besides every dead knight, it is one being who looks like LAM, dressed in Robe. They immersed their fountain pen into the blood of the knights and wrote thousands of books; thousands of scribes over thousands of dead knights. The pressure in my occipital bone was irreconcilable.
I heard the voice of LAM for the last time, now almost soundless: “do not grieve for them, none of them. For they are dead, all to One; yes, they are dead, all to One“. Here it was very difficult for me to stay in the vision, I almost feel nauseated. “But the books are not futile, with their blood they will write to you about their place.” “What place?“, I replied. Then I was told: “such a terrible place!” And that is where everything is interrupted and I come back completely, very exhausted.
Frater Aureus 273∴
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