Revelations On Interstellar Highway 10

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Dedication And Acknowledgments

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated for the love of humanity as we evolve beyond our follies and flaws.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

To my family for all the love, joy, support, amusement, interaction and play they provide.  They are good company, fun to hang out with and continuously forgive and look past all my faults, blunders and shortcomings.  I owe them a lot of sushi.

I LOVE MY WIFE NOT because she cherishes my divinity, but because she puts up with my humanity. – AO

"WHO CAN FIND A GOOD woman of noble character?

She is precious beyond all wealth.

Her husband is grateful and has full confidence in her,

She is his best reward." – Proverbs[1]

STATEMENT OF REALITY

People may drive me nuts sometimes, but I so have hope in humanity. – AO

Warning/ Caution

If you wish to reach a higher level of illumination, read and

study every section and chapter within this book from start to finish.

THIS BOOK IS FOR THE advanced religious seeker and the spiritually receptive.  It is not for the faint-hearted or those with indolence of the mind.  It is for those wishing to evolve the consciousness of their being and to improve their humanity.  Adequate reflection is required to properly digest the intensity of its content.  The reading of it won’t just inform you, it will change you.  It will change how your brain interprets and processes the world, but for the better.  Perhaps it may even trigger the miracle of an awakening within.  Be sure you are ready, for once you enter here, the fabric of your reality could change forever.  There is no going back.

—Λ*—

The truth doesn’t always set you free.  Sometimes it saddles you with a burden you can never escape.  So choose very carefully where you decide to start digging and what dragons you choose to slay.  Prepare to be taken places you never wanted to go. – Chris Knowles[2]

—*Ω—

Before proceeding further into this book, if you suffer from excessive untreated emotional disorders or if there is still a hurt and wounded child within you who still needs to heal, it is recommended that you first seek the guidance of a professional counselor or therapist and perhaps attend the appropriate support groups and related recovery programs (i.e., the Twelve Step Community, the Eightfold Path of Buddhism, group therapy).  Whether you or a person who is affecting you is codependent, overcome with grief, an abuser, an alcoholic, chemically dependent (a drug addict), an excessive gambler, a foodaholic, a workaholic, a sexaholic, a persistent liar, a religionaholic (extremes of left or right fundamentalism), a continued criminal, an overly rebellious teenager, an overt narcissist, a neurotic parent, spouse, sibling or dependent, and you have been unsuccessful trying to solve the associated problems, I say again, seek out the guidance of a competent professional counselor, therapist, psychologist and/or psychiatrist who will assist with tapping into your own healing template.  A proper and balanced theological perspective is what can cure many of our mental ills, for psychological phenomena is a manifestation of energy,[3] but this prompting may call for the counseling of both clergy and/or psychotherapist.  You may need to empty yourself of the behavioral patterns that have been so destructive in your life and then refill with something anew as you awaken a better and enhanced version of yourself.  You need to heal, perhaps repent and regain balance before properly assisting yourself and helping others.[4]  Being concerned about and responsive to the needs of the world is a good thing, but only if we go about it in a healthy and balanced manner while avoiding extremism.

—A*—

This is your last chance.  After this there is no turning back.  You take the blue pill, the story ends.  You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.  You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.  Remember, all I'm offering is the truth.  Nothing more. – character of Morpheus offering the character of Neo an awakening[5]

—*O—

If you are off balance, exhibit any sociopathic or dysfunctional behavior per any of the descriptions mentioned above and continue reading this book, the emotional impact that you encounter may be much harsher and more difficult to endure than necessary.  If you are too entangled in someone else’s dysfunctionality and emotional mess, first you must learn to properly and healthily detach from their problems.  They are the only ones who can save themselves, not you.  Once you are on the path to recovery, having regained a serene sense of Self and are beyond the anchors of codependency, then you will start to become the person you were meant to be.  Upon retraining the mind to move away from the self and closer to God, then again open the pages of this book and decide if you will take the blue pill or the red pill.  With balance and internal stability, return back to reading this book to determine whether you will remain as you are, or whether you will engage, determine, plan and take hold of your destiny. 

—∆*—

Know thyself and improve upon it. – the most supreme of wisdoms,[6] AO

—*O—

About The Cover Art:  The Universal Seal

DIVINITY HAS GUIDED you to this point with a symbol, sign, sigil or key that is ever so simple, yet powerfully complex.  It is called an Asterox and can appear in a variety of geometric and chromatic forms.  Its etymology is composed of a for the alpha or triangle, ster for stellar or star, o for the omega or circle and x for the Greek letter chi representing the Christ Logos.  It contains the trinity of the body, soul and spirit within its geometric symbolism.  The triangle represents the physical body (physis), the circle represents the soul (psyche) and the central starburst region represents the spirit (pneuma). The ten rays shining forth from the starburst are symbolic of the Ten Directives listed in Chapter 10 and the energy of the One Pure Intelligence as declared by the wise and divinely skillful Phoenicians.[7]

The central region represents: 1) that invisible sacred force of the universe which works and operates both within and behind the scenes of matter; 2) that unseen essence of thought emanating throughout the cosmos that temporarily binds our being into form and then reabsorbs it upon release; 3) the ultimate chakra and connection hub for spirit to enter and exit our mind and body; 4) the mediating Logos and overlapping intersections of divinity with humanity; 5) that astounding subliminal perception to a reality beyond time and outside the material realm; 6) that seen and unseen presence of the divine will; 7) the healthy part of our intelligence mystically attuned to spiritual receptiveness as it aligns our third eye with the Eye of Providence; 8) the key to unlocking all divine mysteries; 9) the convergence destination of all true religions focusing in on the Creator and the Receiver; and, 10) the conduit to gnosis of which the password is love. 

Appearing on the cover of this book, the title page or through the digital portal through which you entered, the Asterox will be intuitively familiar and intrinsically understood by the believer and the truly righteous.  It is the primordial mandala, a symbol of unity, reconciliation of opposites, totality and God’s will.[8]  Within it are representative aspects of the Holy Grail, the Emerald Tablet and the Philosopher’s Stone.  Its stellar emblem represents the fleur of the cosmos, the rose of the universe and the primordial furnace from which our existence emerged.  The purple hue in the center contains the blueness of the Eye of Horus merging with the redness of the Eye of Ra – the choice between the blue pill or the red pill. 

It contains both the Cathar Perfect’s con-sol-amentum, with the sun in mind and the morning star of the Catholic Bishops’ Easter Proclamation (Exsultet).[9]  Those of noble character and purity of being have a predisposition and intuitive precept to its true meaning and panacea of commonality within the collective subconsciousness as it rises into the collective consciousness.  It is an evolved pentagram and refined Pleroma coming-of-age as it adjusts into focus and full clarity.  Those of virtuous cores have been primed to recognize it, for harbingers (the modern spiritual redivivus and influences of Elijah, Isaiah and Daniel) and others that came before me have been imbedding this seal, or variations and approximations thereof, into your subconscious throughout the past decades.  It is the primordial image of eternity’s harmonies ingrained within our psyche and represents the true church of the kata holos (κατά ὅλος), that Church of the universe that embraces the manifestation of all true religions and their true paths.

You will see more of this ecumenical symbolic sign as the future unfolds and synchronizing ascension takes place.  The Asterox relates not just to the physical sun, but to the spiritual Sun that heralds in the true religion of all religions – the perennial philosophy (philosophia perennis) returning to ancient theology (prisca theologia).  It emanates that divine energy of love that every star form, every planet, every moon, every comet, every asteroid, every atom and every particle underlyingly puts forth which creatively produces, growingly maintains, and then destructively absorbs in a repetitive binding and balanced cycle of being and non-being.  It is the archetype Seal of God. 

—Λ*—

In the middle of all is the seat of the Sun.  For who in this most beautiful of temples would put this lamp in any other or better place than the one from which it can illuminate everything at the same time?  Aptly indeed is he named by some the lantern of the universe, by others the mind, by others the ruler.  Trismegistus called him the visible God, Sophocles' Electra, the watcher over all things. – Nicolaus Copernicus[10]

THOSE IN WHOM THERE is no deceit, untruth, or bad faith, who live in steadiness, purity and truth, theirs are the radiant regions of the sun. – Prasna Upanishad[11]

IF THOU FOLLOW THY star, thou canst not fail of glorious haven. – Dante Alighieri[12]

IN THE SPIRITUAL WORLD, divine love and wisdom look like a sun. – Emanuel Swedenborg[13]

KNOWLEDGE, IN TRUTH, is the great sun in the firmament.  Life and power are scattered with all its beams. – Daniel Webster[14]

—*Ω—

The Author’s Background:  Who Is Anon Omous?

PASSING THROUGH THIS world as a wayfarer, a stranger and a foreigner (ἀλλογενής) cast into a carbon-oxygen-hydrogen based organism, I am a humble creature participating and living out a human experience.  My reacquaintance with God first occurred through the path of Christianity.  Going back to my earliest memories as a 5 to 7-year-old child, I remember internally questioning why there were so many different Christian denominations and then as a teenager, internally questioning why there were so many different religions.  Feeling the pull of interconnections, I felt that there had to be more of a commonality to them rather than dissimilarities and engaged in finding those intertwining threads of pluralistic unity among the kaleidoscope of arbitrary details, idiosyncratic juxtapositions and scriptural opinions.  Entering past my mid-twenties, I later supplemented my spiritual workshop with the tools of other religions and expanded my spiritual repertoire as I ventured exposure across religious lines.  Like the Naassenes, I sensed that there is one spiritual system underlying the mythology of all religions and set out to find it.[15]  Entering into my mid-fifties, I now understand that this desire and quest for pluralistic unity is a free form of syncretism, a word that I just learned of on the first day of 2020.  What is it, however, that has activated this desire and longing for religious unification, to make our mythology and beliefs whole again?

Choosing to dwell among civilization but remain in relative obscurity to observe, learn, understand and prepare, I am not a hermit living in seclusion on a mountain peak, nor a monk living in isolation, nor a recluse shunning societal interactions, nor currently an active member of any organized religion, ministry, order or sect, nor am I a collegiate scholar immersed in academia.  When still a toddler, I was baptized as Greek Orthodox and, as an older adult, do occasionally accompany my family in attendance at Roman Catholic mass.  As of the completion of this book in 2020 CE (≈AUC 2772, 5781 per the Hebrew calendar, 1472 per the Hijri calendar), I have never taken a course on philosophy, theology, religion or comparative religions nor have I ever been active in any lodge or order.  My preference for this was to be my own teacher, without the influences of instructional biases – I did not want to be persuaded by another’s voice while conducting my own investigation into metaphysics.  In the physical realm, I have never been personally under the training or guidance of a priest, imam, guru, swami, rabbi, pastor, staretz, magi, shaykh, mystic, lama, sage, cleric, druid, monk, reverend, adept, seer, muni, shaman nor any other spiritual guide, mentor, religious scholar, ecclesiastical personage, church leader or master.  Upon the completion of this book, I have never been to the Middle East, the United Kingdom, Jerusalem, Palestine, Rome, Asia, England, Israel, the Vatican, Makkah (Mecca), Egypt, Africa, the Far East, the Languedoc region of France, India, Tibet, Australia, China or Japan.  I have never set foot in a mosque, an active pagan temple, monastery, mandir, ashram or lamasery.  I do hope, time permitting, that I will someday be able to remove items from the lists above by training under a legitimate guide and visiting the mentioned places.

One of my maternal great-grandfathers died from the 1918 influenza pandemic wave breaching its ravages into Ireland and I am a distant relative of a participant (the one who was a fugitive for 36 years) in The Great Train Robbery of 1963.  The paternal side of my family has lineage going back to the Souli and Phocis regions of Greece during the days of Ali Pasha.  My paternal grandparents and their children (my father and his brother) survived the National Socialist Party’s (Nazi) militant occupation by relying on rabbits for sustenance.  My father narrowly escaped being conscripted (abducted against his will) into the Democratic Army of Greece, the militant branch of the communist party during the Greek Civil War of 1946–1949.  Educated as a chemical engineer, he later immigrated onto the American continent with only $200 in his pocket and landed his first job picking ripened fruit from trees.  He later obtained a position at a refinery that was more in line with his training, met and fell in love with the company nurse, a divorced woman with two children.  He transferred himself to New York City and invited that Canadian nurse and her young family to join him in The Big Apple, where they were married in 1965.  I was born about a year later in the Astoria neighborhood of Queens, a borough of New York City.  My three siblings and I later moved to and were raised in a small town in the United States.  Growing up among the Sunday School services and youth groups of a few different Christian denominations, I was exposed during my upbringing to the religious teachings and pop culture of the 1960s, 1970s, 1980s and 1990s. 

My oldest memory is the sensation of a chunk-chunk sound as the wheels of the stroller that I was strapped into passed over the joints and cracks of city sidewalks.  I still remember my very first vivid nightmares from when I was a toddler, visions and crackling sounds of being surrounded and engulfed by walls of reddish maroon fire no matter which direction that I turned and seeing only darkness beyond the flames.  I also remember, as a preschooler, being gathered with my family looking at black and white images on our RCA television of the Lunar Module Eagle resting on the Moon’s surface.  From the glimpses of military footage that caught my attention on the same cathode ray tube, I first thought the Vietnam War, the Korean War and World War II were all the same confrontation continuing for four decades.  About the age of 7, I was only allowed to stay up past my bedtime when the family was gathered for an episode of The Ascent of Man being shown on the public networks.  My normal K-12 primary and secondary education were in the taxpayer funded school systems but I also attended a Greek Orthodox Sunday School from about the ages of 5 to 8, then a Methodist Sunday School and youth group from about the ages of 9 to 13 and finally, a Roman Catholic youth group from about the ages of 14 to 18.  I remember having what are described as out-of-body experiences (sleep paralysis and disturbances?) a few times as a child after the age of 10 and occasionally as an adult.  I’ve attended masses at Greek Orthodox, Methodist, Roman Catholic, Presbyterian, Episcopalian and Baptist churches.  I’ve been on overnight spiritual retreats twice in my life, one time as a teenager (≈1982/83) and another time about a decade later.  I was in a synagogue once as a young adult for a friend’s wedding and was married later in life in a Roman Catholic church.

I am merely a layperson dwelling within a diverse village, but also a semi-polymath in hiding remaining patient for when it is time to step forth.  Influenced by aptitude, the surrounding society and life circumstances, I flowed into an occupational framework of an electro-mechanical tektōn that places me in the midst of an average daily routine.  I currently earn a wage for a living, get stuck in traffic, prepare and submit the family tax returns, scrub the bathrooms, vacuum the floors, clean my own laundry (with the thankful assistance of a washing machine), mow the lawn, change the oil in my automobile and do most household related repairs and maintenance on my own. 

I am fortunate to have been born into a region of first world problems with reasonably fair and stable governments.  It is not a perfect nation and the needle on its moral compass has fluctuated from time to time depending on the influence of its elected officials.  Encountering a repetitive need to heal itself after divisions induced and promoted by phases of its less enlightened leadership, it is still a relatively young country that strives to improve itself and bestow opportunities of the highest order among the broadest spectrum of freedoms, provided we are not trampling on the freedoms of others.  Currently, however, the populace is at a faltering junctural fork of either embracing or condemning the multicultural roots which formed the very foundation of its establishment.  In responding to a question asked about what type of governance will be leading the United States into its future, it was Benjamin Franklin who replied at the closing of the Constitutional Convention of 1787, A Republic if you can keep it.  Will the nation of my domicile continue to forge oneness among the many as a representative democratic republic or fragment itself into disconnected divisions of fascist/corporatism?  Will societal atavism prevail as beliefs in racial or cultural superiority resurface to regress civil rights backwards in time?  Has my country become a land that is no more at liberty, but should be the subject unto kings,[16] and will its regime drag us down into a new Age of Ignorance?  That nation, which used to be a role model for the world, will hopefully have extraordinary leadership in place for 2021 to move us forward through extraordinary times as civilizations restart and emerge from the COVID-19 pandemic. 

Having struggled through, wrestled with and overcome a severe religious and spiritual crisis within my mid-to-late twenties, I have become a theological free agent and travel the path of an Initiate, a Pilgrim in training, in hopes of becoming a Secret Master.  I have, however, personated the appearance of a nearsighted agnostic realist, playing the devil’s advocate who prefers to remain stubbornly blind to all the proof Brahman/Allah keeps revealing to us of his/her/its existence – This world is full of God.[17]  For every time my faith begins to waver, that divine consciousness of the universe again surprises me with glimmers of his/her/its existence.  Amidst that spiritual upheaval upon exiting a post-secondary education of university training and entering into the job market, a period of despair and a crisis of personality which lasted about three to four years, I had an onrush of several mental and emotional experiences of internal examinations and intense self-reflection during the incipient awakening.  It was also a fight for regaining the composure of my true-Self by purging away the harmful dysfunctional influences and persuasions encountered in organizational environments and habitats of ignorance.  While falling into the innermost chambers of my being and arguing against internal adversaries, one state (haal or hāl) was composed of the classic conflict of good versus evil with visions of access to instantaneous excessive material possessions, luxuries, wealth and power if I gave up my quest – the temptation of immediate vast rewards and mammon if I were to retreat from my calling.  Although feeling like all was lost from the bottom of my pit and abyss of profound despair, and persistently offered, I refused to sign the Faustian bargain.  For I was able to see further into a future eternity despite the blurred and cracked goggles of my broken state.

When I resisted such temptations which confronted the final fragments, remnants and shadows of darkness lurking within, later stages consisted of debilitating and unrelenting guilt for my existence and perceived failures during moments, judgments and trials (tauba), a defending of humanity’s worthiness despite all their faults, and a total erasure emptying and annihilation of my ego (fana).  It was although I (my ego, psyche and personality) became nothing and died before my body was actually dead – it was a trip through Duat.  It was a period and experiences that one could refer to as The Dark Night Of The Soul as described by St. John of the Cross, a descent into the interior hell to rescue the trapped and sleeping soul from her chamber.[18]  I had travelled, although rather quickly and with limited sightseeing, through all the astral, mental, celestial planes and spheres while still enmeshed in the flesh within my living body.  Being a young adult at the time, my conscious and rational mind was quite unprepared for archetypal visions, internal awakenings, introspective labyrinths and manifestations of profound experiences from time immemorial.  Through a spiritual baptism by fire, it was though I was fighting an onslaught of demons, conducting a self-exorcist, in order to break through to the rescue lines of a cavalry of angels and beyond the reaches of the barraging accusative tribunal.  It was an internal submersion into the deepest depth of Hades as I fell into a void of unknown chthonic territory within the kenoma, of which perhaps I was not adequately ready, nor trained, but yet I survived.  I was experiencing a combination of both ecstatic frenzy and moments of total emptiness,[19] being without a sense of self and character.  It was then followed by a rebuilding of my core as it refilled with something anew, the launching into the victory of high heaven and the catalyzing of a deeper purpose as my being accelerated into the pleroma.  This internal journey within both the kenoma and the pleroma resulted in the immense intuitive acceptance and realization of the dominance, nature and principles of duality and polarity (the alpha and the omega) within the universe as defined by the archetypical symbolic model framework of triangular and circular elements – the paradox of combining the interplay in a marriage of opposites, antinomes and contradictions to harmonize the extremes to reach unity.  The following image is of my handwritten notes from 1986, age 19, showing the very first fringes of thinking about, exploring and sorting through the concepts of duality.

During this fight for my soul, any faith in God that I had was almost extinguished, only to be miraculously reignited exponentially.  I do not know what it was that my mind tapped into and/or what it was that tapped into my mind.  Were they reincarnated memories resurfacing as a déjà vu of past recollections?  Was it ancestral knowledge contained within an internal primal database, transmissions from that supposed fictional ancient satellite called VALIS or did I tune into the external Akashic records?[20]  Was it the primitive subconscious revealing itself or was it a gift of gnosis to be shared with the world?  Whatever the surges of thoughts were, they occurred almost thirty years before I was even aware of Hermeticism, Rosicrucianism, Sufism, Gnosticism, Catharism, Anthroposophy or the works of Carl Gustav Jung.  For that matter, this book’s draft was over 90% completed (about 2019) before I even came across or read any literature on Hermeticism, Rosicrucianism, Sufism, Gnosticism, Catharism, Anthroposophy or the works of Jung to any depth.

Towards the end of the ordeals there was an encounter or occurrence that had a permanent effect on my psyche and still resonates within me.  I awoke from my sleep one night about 2AM with the feeling that there was a presence or force beyond rational comprehension within my bedroom.  Upon opening my eyes, I looked up to see the overhead ceiling light was off, but then a cloud-like shimmering essence started pouring out from near its direction.  Whatever it was, I felt or knew that it was something extremely formidable, capable of destroying me and beyond my sense of reason.[21]  I felt utterly terrified and horrendously frightened.  I then noticed what looked like the movement of black or grayish snake-like tails or serpentine legs moving out from the portal that had formed just below the ceiling.  From the nebulous essence, a blurry disembodied hovering dark greyish face started to morph into shape from the fog with a veiled illuminated ray, flowing winged tentacle and multiple serpent-like substrate for where its body should be.  At first the face appeared to be forming into a disfigured lion, rooster or dog, but as it turned towards me it became more hobgoblin or withering hag-like.  Watching the hideous visage slowly appear from that rupture of reality, that glitch in the Matrix, added even more to my fright since the ghoulish face of decay seemed to change into whatever terrified me the most.  Regardless of what it initially looked like, it was becoming something horribly grotesque, prune-like, contorted, gruesomely shriveled, and even more ghastly grimacing with an opened-mouthed howling screaming expression with each second as it was coming into full focus.  Its purpose seemed to be about invoking the greatest of fear to stop me from going any further. 

Before it fully formed as it lowered itself towards me, a thought came over me that whatever this was, it obviously was much more powerful and potently advanced than I.  Rather than continue my internal trembling and succumbing in fear, being at rock bottom and feeling like I had nothing else to lose, I decided to change my emotional state, not to resist, let my ego dissolve and project love onto it while letting go of my fright.  I do not have absolute clarity on whether the decision to project love unto it was my own, placed in my mind from a higher external source or a combination of both.  The moment I did so in surrender and submission, however, the harrowing and open-jawed face of gloom stopped its formation with a stunned or startled like halt, almost as if it was not expecting that reaction from me.  In that instant the face changed, dissolved or pulverized from a Medusan horror and reformed into the ravishing elegance of Aphrodite (a discharge of divine radiance), transitioning into a beautiful, luminous, smooth, porcelain-like whitish mask with dark pupil-less eyes and flowing silk-like strands or wispy wings in the background.  After several seconds of staring, it then formed a slow flirtatious smile, upon which I was embraced by comfort and ease as it projected intense amplified waves of love back at me.  It became the type of radiant beauty and glorious smile that one tries to turn away from since the potency of its elegance was too overwhelming, too intimidating, too intoxicating for the mind to fathom.  I could not distinguish if it was specifically male or female, since it appeared to be both and neither.  As it softly smiled with brilliance and a gleaming grace, its bright ivory face ascended in reverse back up into the portal (an aperture into another realm) from which it came and, I too, felt as if I was rising out of my body with it in a state of ecstatic and erotic bliss.  I then fell back asleep.  When I awoke at dawn, I knew that I was past the worst of my crisis and although there was still much work to be done in the triumph, everything was going to be fine in times to come for that encounter had rescued my identity.  It gave me the proof in something beyond that I needed to continue with my journey. 

It was though I and all of humanity was being judged by something supernatural, determined to be worthy and had our future redeemed.  Acting as a nameless mediator, I had passed the test; I had taken an oath; I had vowed to the mystical marriage; I had broken the seals; I was granted permission; I was given access; I was allowed to proceed; I had successfully crossed Chinvat, that bridge spanning the chasm between humanity and divinity, and returned.  I do not know if what I encountered was the continuation of the tail end of a dream, a self-generated hallucination, the reflection of my own emotional consciousness looking back at me, an apparition, phantasm or ghost, an alien, a mirror image of my Atman or Akh, or a higher ethereal being of light from an alternate dimension.  I do not know if it was an angel, a demon, a demigod, an aeon, an archon, Iblis, Gabriel, Sraosha, Metatron, Lucifer, the face of God (Allah) or a combinational representation of them all.  Was it a benevolent extraterrestrial abduction that I am trying to apply religious and spiritual grounding as a means to understand the encounter?  Was it the default programming of my being, a BIOS of the psyche, doing a reboot and resetting itself?  Was it a seraph that appeared to me out of its own volition from outside of my mind or did I summon it internally by trespassing into regions of thought reserved for advanced initiates?  Was it a Flyer as described by the Yaqui Indian of Don Juan, an energetic parasite that lost its feeding grip upon my awareness, a willing Scout guiding me into its world or was it a benevolent kachina as revered by the Pueblo cultures?  Was it my own present eidolon, a daemon, a familiar or a future non-corporeal version of myself projecting back through time to save me?  Was it my Manichaean divine twin showing itself as proof of divine existence or was my Epinoia coming out to my defense?[22]  Did the face first start out as the entrance of the antagonistic Demiurge (aka Ialdabaoth, Saklas, Samael, Yaldi-Baldi, Yaldabaoth, Yaltabaoth) or another detrimental archon into my room and then become overruled by his nurturing, comforting and loving mother Sophia, thus exiting the room as a benevolent aeon?  Were the serpent-like twin tails or legs flowing behind the awful face prior to its transition into beauty, those of Abraxas, Typhon or of Melusine?[23]  Was it the androgynous face of the Mother-Father named by the Gnostics as Barbelo?  Was it Protennoia, the thought of the Father devolving itself to reach me as described in the Sethian text of Trimorphic Protennoia?  Was it the same Goddess that instructed Boethius on philosophy during his stay in prison for heresy?[24]  Was it the same divine influencer of the Protestant Jacob Boehme encountered when he was at the same age as I was during my encounter?[25]  Was it a visitation from the sacred angel named Metatron, Mītatrūsh or Michael?  Was it the Shiva within uniting with the Shakti throughout?  Was it a newer aeon that has become symbiotic within my core and being, forming a syzygetic union or a hieros gamos (ιερός γάμος)?[26]  Was it a rare and honored visitation by Amaterasu, the Sun-Goddess revered by some Shintoists?[27]  Did I travel on a Night Journey similar to what the prophet Mohammad experienced?  Was it the Holy Paraclete taking on form while trying to teach and train me?  Was it Tara or Quan Yin (aka Guanyin, Guan Yin, Guanshiyin, Gwan-eum, Kuan Yin), a divine feminine from the Buddhist path for reaching enlightenment or was it Frejya, Frigg, Hel, or another Norse goddess?[28]  Was it the embodiment of the serpentine dragon switching from evil to goodness upon sensing my change in state?  By defaulting to love rather than remaining in fear, did I remove the veil and unite myself with Shekhinah or Hokmah?  Was it another Helen, the spiritual partner of Simon Magus, who I had unknowingly rescued from the brothel of Tyre by projecting true love onto her or was it she who saved me?[29]  Was she Sophia Zoe (ama Zoa), a daughter or grand-daughter emanation of the true God, falling in love with me as I adored her?[30]  Was the initial entrance of the fearful face a sacred presence testing my resolve or was I being confronted and tempted by Satan or Naamah herself and my unexpected projection of love had thrown the demon off guard, thawed his heart and kept her at bay?  A demon, however, would not be able to project love and comfort, for a being cannot give what it does not already have inside.  As a reminder, I did not even know about the Gnostics, the Zohar or read anything by Carl Jung until almost three decades after the encounter.

If it was my imagination playing tricks on me, a hallucination or the continuation of a dream upon awakening, it was the only one I have ever had and occurred about 1990–1991.  This was back in the days of floppy disks and when the internet was still a novel luxury item, long before it was readily available and in its infancy prior to becoming mainstream.  I do not have an addictive personality, I was not on any recreational mind-altering substances and I did not have a fever.  I expect that a person who is prone to such hallucinatory specters would have seen more than one in his or her lifetime – this was the only singular time in my life that I had such a vision event.  Either what I encountered was a fake illusion, a psychotic figment of my own subconscious, or something very real from beyond this realm that gives legitimacy to the true religions and aspects of their scriptures.  I unknowingly leaned towards deism prior to these events, but I cannot deny what I went through and encountered.  Therefore, I must accept the duality of both deism and revelation.  Although rational thought could not be applied to account for those flutters of my internal world, I am forced to apply logic to accept them.  Prior to the occurrences, the only religious scripture that I was somewhat familiar with was the Holy Bible, for I did not venture into the scriptures of other religions or philosophies until after that encounter – I did not read The Koran until 1998 nor open the pages of the Book of Mormon until February 2020. 

Those experiences, whatever they were, installed a paramount faith deep within me that there is something much greater to our existence and a degree of truth in the words of the valid prophets – that the cosmos is much more fascinating, mysterious and interesting than we realize.  It left with me a newfound religious and spiritual insight that I am just now, about three decades after the encounter and perseverance on my journey, beginning to fully understand and to accept upon fulfilling a transformation and entering into rubedo.  Being at this stage of my life and past the adolescent focus on self, there is much less concern about what the world may think of this book and of me.  Its publishing is worthwhile despite the heckling risks, for I am much more certain now that I write this book out of love, or more specifically agape, and not out of ego or vanity.  However intensely spiritual all the events were and although there is still a longing for the conduit that was encountered while transitioning back into this mundane realm, it is not something that I wish to repeat; once was enough to get my mind to listen and to become a dilettante of the religious, spiritual and mystical arts.  The experiences were real, they occurred and authentically transpired.  They defied logic and operated without conscious control and I do not have solid answers, nor do I pretend that I do.  This leaves me to infer through cryptic perceptions, postulating based on nebulous connections and concluding through an obscure and unclear mist of understanding.  Were they self-induced psychosis or divine intervention?  Were they a flurry of subconscious illness or influences of the supernatural?  Were they false perceptions of reality or true theophanic encounters?  Did my intense reading of the shrouded passages within the Book of Revelation open a doorway into something highly profound?  Were they true embodiments of genuine primordial visions or psychic disturbances of the mind venturing too far into the inner depths and abyss of the soul?  What they actually were, a taste of Allah or a mouthful of madness, I will let you to decide.  I leave it up to you to interpret those experiences of the mind, impressions, visions or disturbances from three decades ago as you see fit, but realize this, it is not having an absolute and clear comprehension which forces us into a mystical approach.  If you should ever have similar encounters during an awakening, I recommend lowering the ego, surrendering in grace and defaulting to a state of love as well.  It is love that will outwit, defeat, diffuse and appease the Archons, making them powerless as they turn from being your enemy and into becoming an Aeon and your friend.

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The heaven of every religion hath been rent, and the earth of human understanding been cleft asunder, and the angels of God are seen descending. – Bahá'u'lláh[31]

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 Barque of Isis[32]

AND I SAW WITHIN THE mystery of God a wondrously beautiful image.  It had a human form and its countenance was of such beauty and radiance that I could have more easily gazed at the sun. – Saint Hildegard of Bingen[33]

WHAT WERE YOU, OH WHITE goddess whose beauty and grace cannot be described?  Descending from realms unknown and revealing yourself to mine eyes.  Were you the sacred Sun Lady, leading me to understanding and gnosis?  Were you the pure one, the Great Mother putting me to the test?  Were you the divine dove that brings tidings of peace?  Were you true and real or the tidbits of dream?  Seemingly, you were not allegory, nor myth.  Yet, you were much more than lore. – AO

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Scriber’s Note:  Into My Psyche

HAVING MY INTERNAL thoughts confined for years as I remained incognito, I now release them onto these pages.  I am far from perfect and make no claims or statements of infallibility or invincibility – I am susceptible to the common cold and other viruses just as everyone else.  Started over twenty years ago, this little book was written in the hopes that it will not be misunderstood, nor esoteric in its following, nor elitist in its recruitment, nor implemented as a controlling gospel.  I am not here to start a new religion, there are already plenty enough to choose.  Through my inner voice without hindrance, the very depths of my consciousness, I lead you through a journey without restriction as a quiet guide and prefer any proclamation to be done by the merits of this book, rather than through verbal evangelicalism, eloquent oration, oratory lecturing or by harangue.  I apologize in advance for some preachiness that you will encounter.  Any internal cravings are not for power, nor importance, but for an awakening of the human spirit, and then a normalization of it as it settles onto a higher plateau of existence, insha'Allah.  For such an awakening of our global consciousness would awash me in pleasure and fulfill a passion for peace.  Do I cling to a childhood ideology of being a redeemer, the wishful fantasies of a paradise on Earth, an inflated sense of capabilities or an infantile claim of illusive insights into a greater reality?  Am I an Apostolos (ἀπόστολος) in the midst of recovering from my own anamnesis?  I cannot be sure that I didn’t write this book to escape the feelings of a humdrum existence, a life potentially unfulfilled, internal delusions of wanting to be something more than I am or playing a role beyond my mortality.  I rely on you to be the judge after reading this book to completion.  I do know, however, that I write from the heart, through the core of my being, and with the desire to explain my experiences and perceptions in hopes of assisting in your spiritual development and search of the soul.  If I am not successful with these desires, then I will at least pull you into my lunacy of love for the divine (theia mania).  I will not call my condition a hindrance or obstacle, but rather, it is a stimulus of greater effort to new possibilities of achievement.[34]  If anything, it is the glowing embers of childlike imagination now ready to ignite forth through adult know-how and more than a half century of lifetime experiences. 

If my disorder is that I have a messianic complex at the root of my subconscious of which my consciousness is finally coming to acceptable terms with, then the volition of this underlying psychiatric condition has kept me whole among the fragmented chaos of encountered dysfunctional human behavior and the shatters of suffering across the globe.  If I indeed suffer from such a complex, then it is a coping mechanism developed and put in place in reaction to life stresses and extreme crises, empowering me to deal with the impairments found within the human family and rescue my species from degradation.  It has helped me to make the correct decisions in life by thinking in terms of the future and eternity, rather than in terms of being only in the present moment and succumbing to detrimental choices.  I only hope that this disorder can be transmitted and spread to others as a favorable contagion of the Holy Spirit.  If I have a neurosis, then perhaps it stews forth from a feeling of inferiority due to an unbearable sensitivity,[35] the seat of which is that I don’t like the pain and suffering encountered in this world, a four-dimensional reality restricted by material perception and an illusion of time.[36]  I feel the world’s suffering and unfairness intensely and must often muffle its penetrations into my core.  It is a perceived helplessness and inability to mend things that leads me to religion and spirituality as a means to soothe the trauma and overcome the perceptions of being limited or powerless to influence and improve world conditions.  The saving grace is realizing that the neurosis of wanting joy for all is not unique to my mind, but dwells within the hinterland of yours as well and in most of the human collective subconscious.  Have I been called to a task too great for any ordinary mortal, succumbing to archetypical images of the redeemer laying dormant within and being awakened by human society going astray?  Is it the masculine animus trying to fix things and the feminine anima trying to nurture souls?  Is my desire to do what I can to save the world merely a narcissist feed to keep my ego engaged?  No matter what the answers may be, I ask of you to share and join me in the promethean adventure and koinonia (κοινωνία) of healing the wounds of the world and undertaking the enterprise of teaching it to save itself.  I ask you to also awaken the buried savior (σωτήρ) within, to activate your greater Self and to help restore us to a mindset of equilibrium and the instinctive psyche of understood love.[37]  I ask you to help change the world by striving to be an example for emulation, not by becoming a force to be reckoned with. 

Like Philip K. Dick’s Exegesis, which tries to comprehend his highly personal and spiritual experiences using a framework that fit him or Robert M. Pirsig’s self-character of Phaedrus in Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance, I too, express my experiences through this book’s pages in a manner that flows naturally from my imagination, viewpoint and personality.  The words put forth are based on a life purpose, a vow to the modern Creator made when still a child and an inspirational calling from a higher mind during internal reflection and/or the reading of a particular passage, phrase or perception previously scribed by others that resonated strongly within my being.  Such resonations, intuitive comprehensions, or epiphinac vibrations (aha moments) were indicated by an emotional pull – a sudden rapturous feeling of joy and understanding that sent a flash of stimulation throughout my central nervous system.  Maja D’Aoust refers to aspects of these moments of synchronization as pop-outs of divination,[38] glimmers of the universe trying to grab our attention to show us a truer and greater reality.  Upon temporarily meshing with the thoughts of God, I would then fall back to the material plane but with an increased awareness of reality and truth.  The difficulty arises in remembering to put those learnings into everyday practice, for why is it so challenging at times for our human part to put love into every moment, response, movement and action?  At what point do we draw the line between being helpful or being taken advantage of?  How do we assure that patience and kindness continue, even when we are feeling frustrated or fatigued?  What mnemonics can we ingrain into our core to always remind us of what life is really supposed to be about?  Oftentimes, I would write down a thought or notion, only to see and discover it minutes, days, weeks, months or years later printed within the pages of the particular scripture or book that I was reading or the media that I was watching.  Was it synchronization based on common interest, intuition, sensitive tuning or advanced revelation?  Or was it merely that the thought or idea was original only to me, but not to prior thinkers?  I cannot answer these questions, but to prevent delving into madness, I chose not to pass judgment upon them and to accept their occurring frequency as gifts and with gratitude. 

Preface And Caveats

THE IMPETUS FOR WRITING this book was based on a searching and an internal drive to understand more about both the physical universe (that which is dependent on time) and the metaphysical universe (that which is independent of time).  Metaphysics and physics are different reference frames, with some overlap, for viewing our universe.  Physics utilizes the scientific method to obtain repeatable results from repeatable actions.  Metaphysics deals with our holistic relation with the universe and its relationship to us.  Started before the days of the internet and written over a period of three decades with purpose and for the love of humanity and its future, this reading journey is for those wishing to reflect upon their role in and relationship with the universe.  In an attempt to reconnect the reader by moving beyond specific semantics to a grander consciousness, whether it be a one source monotheistic theism of ultimate reality, a pantheistic diversity of influential divine factors, or the embracing of both, it is intended to stimulate those spiritual synapses that may have been dulled from the labors, burdens and time robbers encountered due to the pressures and distractions of modern life and of being human.  We all must eat, drink, earn a living, maintain our shelters and provide for our physical existence, but we must also feed ourselves the spiritual nourishment necessary to maintain and expand our beings.

Ranging from simplistic to cerebral, the words, ideas and concepts presented within the pages of this text are merely another viewpoint on God, the universe and our relationship to all.  Written over many years of spiritual and religious reflection, maintenance, preservation and experiences, it is an expansion upon ideas repeated many times in previous scriptures and thrives to question and go deeper into what others have sensed.  Some sections will strongly resonate with your perceptions and experiences, while others will have no correlation.  Paragraphs will fluctuate between intellectual sophistication to straightforward satisfaction, but with an intensity of depth which pushes at the boundaries of your cerebral limits.  Striving to be like the 11th Sikh Guru, it contains original thought, transcendental ideas generated by the scriber, as well as referencing those of prior thinkers, but makes no claims as being all inclusive, comprehensive or absolute.  Its objective is to become a handbook for conquering the world through the power of love and to teach you to master the universe with the same power.  May it become a cherished and iconic work of literature worthy of being widely read and inwardly digested rather than tossed into the trash receptacles of lost annals and buried history.[39]  As a reader progressing through chapters of varying lengths, some extremely short and others long, you will be led on an insightful journey of both acceptance and sometimes doubt.  This compilation is an intermixture of edicts from the Almighty and of human interpretations.  Therefore, since the thoughts and emotions of its human authorship are interlaced among the pages, it is not perfect and subject to misinterpretations, misapplication, inconsistencies, errors, being taken out of context and future rewrites based on outdated material.  If there are any words of hypocrisy or statements of negative exploitation, then may they be kept to a minimum.  There will also be human contaminative impurities such as linguistics mistakes, generalizations and influential biases, but it is up to you to determine which are the thoughts of the Supreme Consciousness, which are those of humans, and which are a combination of both. 

Some will view this book as ridiculous, controversial, blasphemous, too convenient and heresy while complaining about its endnotes making occasional references to Wikipedia webpages.  Others will view it as exhilarating, sublime, profound, timely and uplifting while pointing to all the other assorted endnote references.  I hope most will find it meeting the conditions of the latter.  Presented as a gift and written as a spiritual legacy for current and future generations, the guidance within these pages will hopefully evolve the reader beyond their faults and lead you to a more enlightened view of yourself, God and the universe. 

Similar to other religious texts, within these pages is a mishmash, occasional rambling, fragmentation of context or hodge-podge of thoughts on relating to divinity and how they apply to past eras, the current events of this era and to future eras.  It will be a smorgasbord of spiritual exposure and influenced opinions.  To the untrained, untuned and undisciplined mind, they will appear as gibberish, gobbledygook, rantings and ravings.  The advanced initiate, however, will have understanding.  There may be parts that are uncomfortable to read or difficult to comprehend.  There will be contradictions, dualities, redundancies, imperfections, and overlaps as well that will need to find their acceptable degree of osmosis into your core.

There are those who are not ready to read the words in this book nor even open it, yet they are the ones who most need to readjust their cores.  Some will choose to educate themselves and others will not, an unfortunate dilemma with the duality of freedom of choice.  This book will not give you absolute truth, for that is something you must develop on your own.  It will, however, start you in the direction of your desire.  It will provide some answers and perhaps even more questions.  In searching for truth, remove all the constants and variables that you know are false, what remains will be the desire of your search.  How you interpret and apply the perspectives presented within these pages and those of other texts will determine your truth.  Truth will show through your actions and the intentions behind those actions. 

In the search for truth, no matter what the cost to one’s established beliefs and reality, it is necessary to consider both the strengths and the weak points of one’s personal creed.[40]  Asking questions is the essence of learning, from which you may either agree, partially agree, disagree or have no opinion on the contents.  That is your prerogative and freedom to choose.  If you choose to disagree, then do so by peaceful and non-violent discussion.  Back your point of views with research, reference, logic, reason, anecdotes, analogies and humor.  Most importantly, think.  Be skeptical and be critical, but think with an open mind and a willingness to come out of ignorance and possibly the comfort of your current religious perspective.  Read with eyes open, mind alert, heart afire and spirit radiant with the quest for truth.[41]  Don’t just read this book, but study and imbibe it.  Find the capacity to ponder its lessons and appreciate its message.  Read slowly and reflectively, allowing time to appreciate the invoked emotional imagery and for your subconscious to catch up.  Step back and reflect on the habits, impulses and institutions that govern your beliefs and values.[42]  I make no promises that this book will change your perceptions, beliefs and identity, but it will present very high probabilities.  Don’t be afraid to develop or redefine your own belief system and come up with your own spiritual conclusions.  Always live your life with the notion that your actions or inactions will always contribute to either the healthy advancement of humanity or its detrimental stagnation and regression.  Choose your actions wisely, listen to your scruples, keep your tanha in check and dwell within the credence of a healthy ego; an ego that is neither under-inflated nor over-inflated.  Let your truth be guided by noble intentions with an inner voice of sound reason and good balanced judgment.  May the words within these pages be the catalyst that propels you forward on your spiritual voyage.

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Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges, or beliefs.  This state of mind is not common, but it is essential for right thinking... – Leo Tolstoy

RESERVE YOUR RIGHT to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all. – Hypatia of Alexandria[43]

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Navigational Reading Instructions

THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPHS provide preparation, definitional notes and terminology for reading this book.  For organization clarity and reading flow, references and anecdotal notes will be denoted with superscript numerals and listed in the section titled References And Notes.  The references and bibliographical style follow no particular citation standard, other than providing enough information for the reader to locate the source.  The decision not to use the abbreviation Ibid to denote the same source in the endnotes was intentional, since confusion and lost references were occurring during the re-organization and editing of paragraphs.  The first, second or third appearance in this book of certain words that are defined in the glossary will have a straight or zig-zagged line underneath them (i.e., example).  The acronym of (aka) means also known as.  The acronym of (asa) means also spelled as.  The acronym of (ama) means also modified as and pertains to vowel changes performed specifically to words within this book – my own neology.  Assume that all dates and years listed are in the common or current era (after the alleged birth of Christ) unless otherwise denoted as being before the common era (BCE) and prior to the birth of Christ.[44]  Words of a language other than English, (i.e., Latin, French, Greek), and names of printed material, cinematic media, audio productions or publications will typically be italicized.  I encourage you to do your own research on any unfamiliar words or people’s names.  Any use of high-sounding words is not to come off as pretentious, but rather, it is to convey the intensity of the message.

Throughout this text, the word God, Allah, Lord, Krishna, Brahma and other qualifying terms of personified labels will be used interchangeably since from the author’s standpoint, they are all formal human names for the same and identical force, being or consciousness or an aspect thereof.  Starting with a lowercase letter, the word divinity or godhead itself will be used to describe this compelling and influencing force in the non-personified sense; an informal reference to the universe’s essence.  Since no pronoun can adequately describe this divine essence, at times God/Allah/Lord/Krishna will be referred to as he, him, she, her, he/she, him/her and even it.  This gender and identity conundrum will be discussed further in Chapter 2.

If you are a follower of the Islamic faith, read the word God as Allah.  If you are a follower of a Christian or Jewish faith, then read the word Allah as God, Lord, Jehovah or Yahweh.  Since this book was written in English, the word "Koran will primarily be used when referring to the title of the sacred scripture of Muslims.  From its Arabic roots, the term The Qur’an"