Harry (12) - PoA (2)
- One of the most powerful effects of Harry Potter is
that many readers identify strongly with Harry. Yours
truly certainly felt that immediately when reading
just the first few pages of book 2. I know from "Harry
Potter for Grownups" that many adults really love
Harry almost as much as a living person. And the press
reports from all over the world tell us that millions
of children identify intensely with Harry.
To me that's a sign that the Masters of Compassion are
engaged in etching the essence of the teachings of
liberation deeply into the blood and the subconscious
of many millions of people. From there it is a small
step for people to realise that Harry can actually be
born in them. Every seeker carries Lily in his heart.
The realisation that she can give birth to Harry, the
true and eternal child of God, is just around the
All of us seekers have the potential for a new soul to
be born out of the divine thought-spark, which I call
the little Tao, in the heart. That new soul will take
us on a journey from the vale of suffering, sorrow and
death to a new life that is intensely happy, totally
unselfish, imbued with all embracing Love for all
creatures and for all of creation, and has no end, but
is an eternal growth from one state of ineffable
refulgence to the next, which is even more radiant,
more fulfilling, with even greater power to bestow
goodness on others. The price is small. All we have to
do is give up our self-centred consciousness, as we
will be shown in book 7.
The journey of the new soul to attain liberation has
seven stages, and we have discussed two. Book 3 shows
clearly and unequivocally how we can be liberated from
the astral plane of this universe.
This book has two main climaxes and therefore two
lessons: the defeat of the dementors and saving
Buckbeak and Sirius. When I start my series on the
symbols used in Harry Potter I'll discuss the
dementors in more depth. Let me just say at this stage
that dementors are not totally symbolic. They really
do exist, and, as the book says, are invisible to us
I have mentioned the Gnostic gospel "Pistis Sophia"
several times. The activities of the dementors are
described very clearly there. This gospel calls them
"the rulers of the aeons". Pistis Sophia, the main
character, is the Harry Potter of the ancient
Gnostics. She is constantly weakened by the rulers of
the aeons, who "take away her light-power" (Chapter
31). This is exactly the same as when the dementors
suck "happiness" from Harry.
What does this mean in practical terms for you and me?
In my theory of liberation I have so far not told you
very much about the powers that fight human liberation
with all their strength. It is in the interest of many
"principalities and powers in the heavenly places"
(i.e. the astral plane) that people definitely NOT be
liberated. This in itself would need a couple of
chapters to explain, but to keep a long story short,
let me remind you of my remarks at the beginning of
this series that a microcosm and a cosmos have the
same structure. Just as our microcosm has a higher
self surrounding our aura, so does the cosmos, i.e.
the earth. I have called the microcosmic higher self
"Voldemort". In Harry Potter, Voldemort personifies
both the microcosmic higher self AND the cosmic higher
self. Just as our personal Voldemort tries to kill
Harry at any cost, so the cosmic Voldemort is the
deadly enemy of all seekers who want to go the path of
liberation. Just as Harry is bound to defeat
Voldemort, so the collective group of seekers who have
a new soul will one day defeat the cosmic Voldemort.
This all described in "The Revelation of John."
The cosmic Voldemort, more commonly known as Lucifer,
is a collective astral force which rules life on earth
in the same way as our own higher self does. And just
as our higher self has twelve main power centres in
the auric ring which surrounds the microcosm, so the
earth has twelve immense power centres surrounding it.
We call their collective influence the zodiac. "Pistis
Sophia" calls these the twelve aeons. Each aeon
consists of numerous sub-powers which work for them,
and these are called the rulers of the aeons in
"Pistis Sophia", and dementors in Harry Potter.
When a seeker has received the incomparable blessing
of the birth of the immortal and precious new soul, he
immediately becomes an object of great interest to the
rulers of the aeons. The new soul radiates
"light-power". This is astral energy of an extremely
high potency. The rulers or dementors prey around the
seeker with the new soul and try, whenever possible,
to "suck out" this energy with two aims: firstly to
absorb the energy themselves, which makes them more
powerful, and secondly to weaken and, if possible,
suck out the new soul completely. Jo isn't
fantasising, friends, she is talking facts!
However the new soul has a mighty weapon: the
Patronus! Essentially the seeker is totally safe.
Although he may have moments of weakness when his
focus on the path of liberation diminishes, for
example through being absorbed by the problems of
life, or by lapsing into negative emotions, he has a
weapon against which not even 100 dementors have the
slightest chance of winning.
As you know, we are discussing the astral plane, the
plane of desires and emotions. Every desire results in
the attraction of astral forces of a certain
vibration. We as creatures of the universe of Lucifer
can attract only the forces from this universe.
However as soon as Harry is born, there is a living
being within us who is not from this universe. Tao has
become Te. Jesus is born in the heart. The Prince of
Peace has arrived to reclaim his kingdom. This means
that in the astral body of the seeker there is a new
soul which can desire something that is not obtainable
anywhere in this universe: the living water. This is a
symbol for the life-force of the Kingdom of Heaven. It
is the astral substance of the sixth cosmic plane.
Invoking the Patronus means concentrating oneself on
the longing of the soul for "the blood of Christ", the
elixir of life, for Tao, for God. This longing is best
described by Psalm 42:
"As a hart longs for flowing streams,
so longs my soul for thee, O God.
My soul thirst for God,
for the living God.
When shall I come and behold the face of God?"
Among those who read this there will be those who know
this experience and those who don't. Those who know
this experience will not be able to explain or
describe it to those who don't. When Harry is born in
your heart you have a new sense organ. You are no
longer a muggle and a new world opens up to you.
Trying to explain this deep yearning, this hankering
for manna, is like trying to explain the view of a
mountain range to a blind person or a symphony to a
deaf one. The nearest we can get to describing this
longing is to compare it to the intense craving for
air one feels when one's head is being held under
water for a few minutes. Imagine suffocating and then
suddenly being able to breathe fresh, fragrant, oxygen
rich air. Only the relief isn't felt by the lungs but
by the heart. As I said recently, when the little Tao
in the heart meets the big universal Tao there is an
intense joy, like a spiritual orgasm. Perhaps the best
way to describe it is to compare it to the joy of
being reunited with a person, whom we love with utter
intensity, and who we thought was dead.
When a person focuses himself on this supernal
longing, he is invoking the Patronus. Patronus comes
from Pater, father. Invoking the Patronus is in fact a
cry from the soul for its Father. God loves his
creatures with an intensity far beyond our
understanding, and when one of them cries out to him
he reacts immediately with an abundance of Holy Light.
This Holy Light, as I've said, has a vibration rate
far above anything possible in this universe. When a
seeker invokes the Patronus, when his soul, Harry,
calls for the Light, there is an answer from heaven.
The soul is immediately linked to a ray of light from
another universe. In the Alchemical Wedding of
Christian Rosycross this is symbolised by a cord being
let down into a deep pit. Christian Rosycross is able
to grab the rope and he is liberated from the pit.
Harry invokes the Patronus and the light appears out
of his wand. He is linked to his father at that
moment. If all the hordes of demons and devils in
hell, and all the rulers of the aeons, and Lucifer
himself all were to try to attack us in one united
thrust, they could do nothing to us if we invoke the
Patronus. The Celestial Light of the Father would
protect us and drive them all away. That is the
victory promised to us in Harry Potter.
Friends, let me assert with all my strength: There is
nothing in the whole universe more beautiful than the
story of liberation. And Harry Potter tells that
story. That's why it's the world's most beautiful
book! (Along with the other books which tell this
I can't resist reproducing here the part of the book
I'm talking about. Please read it again with the above
comments in mind.
And then Harry saw them. Dementors, at least a hundred
of them, gliding in a black mass around the lake
toward them. He spun around, the familiar, icy cold
penetrating his insides, fog starting to obscure his
vision; more were appearing out of the darkness on
every side; they were encircling them....
"Hermione, think of something happy!" Harry yelled,
raising his wand, blinking furiously to try and clear
his vision, shaking his head to rid it of the faint
screaming that had started inside it --
I'm going to live with my godfather. I'm leaving the
Dursleys. He forced himself to think of Black, and
only Black, and began to chant:
"Expecto patronum! Expecto patronum!"
Black gave a shudder, rolled over, and lay motionless
on the ground, pale as death.
He'll be all right. I'm going to go and live with him.
"Expecto patronum! Hermione, help me! Expecto
"Expecto --" Hermione whispered, "expecto -- expecto
But she couldn't do it. The dementors were closing in,
barely ten feet from them. They formed a solid wall
around Harry and Hermione, and were getting closer....
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry yelled, trying to blot the
screaming from his ears. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A thin wisp of silver escaped his wand and hovered
like mist before him. At the same moment, Harry felt
Hermione collapse next to him. He was alone...
"Expecto -- expecto patronum --"
Harry felt his knees hit the cold grass. Fog was
clouding his eyes. With a huge effort, he fought to
remember -- Sirius was innocent -- innocent
-- We'll be okay -- I'm going to live with him --
"Expecto patronum!" he gasped.
By the feeble light of his formless Patronus, He saw a
dementor halt, very close to him. It couldn't walk
through the cloud of silver mist Harry had conjured. A
dead, slimy hand slid out from under the cloak. It
made a gesture as though to sweep the Patronus aside.
"No -- no --" Harry gasped. "He's innocent... expecto
expecto patronum --"
He could feel them watching him, hear their rattling
breath like an evil wind around him. The nearest
dementor seemed to be considering him. Then it raised
both its rotting hands -- and lowered its hood.
Where there should have been eyes, there was only
thin, gray scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty
sockets. But there was a mouth... a gaping, shapeless
hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death
A paralyzing terror filled Harry so that he couldn't
move or speak. His Patronus flickered and died.
White fog was blinding him. He had to fight... expecto
patronum ... he couldn't see... and in the distance,
he heard the familiar screaming...
expecto patronum... he groped in the mist for Sirius,
and found his arm... they weren't going to take
But a pair of strong, clammy hands suddenly attached
themselves around Harry's neck. They were forcing his
face upward.... He could feel its breath.... It was
going to get rid of him first.... He could feel its
putrid breath.... His mother was screaming in his
ears.... She was going to be the last thing he ever
And then, through the fog that was drowning him, he
thought he saw a silvery light growing brighter and
brighter... He felt himself fall forward onto the
grass.... Facedown, too weak to move, sick and
shaking, Harry opened his eyes. The dementor must have
released him. The blinding light was illuminating the
grass around him.... The screaming had stopped, the
cold was ebbing away...
Something was driving the dementors back.... It was
circling around him and Black and Hermione.... They
The air was warm again....
With every ounce of strength he could muster, Harry
raised his head a few inches and saw an animal amid
the light, galloping away across the lake.... Eyes
blurred with sweat, Harry tried to make out what it
was.... It was as bright as a unicorn.... Fighting to
stay conscious, Harry watched it canter to a halt as
it reached the opposite shore. For a moment, Harry
saw, by its brightness, somebody welcoming it back...
raising his hand to pat it... someone who looked
strangely familiar ... but it couldn't be...
(Later, after time travelling back three hours sees
the scene again from across the lake - HR)
There was a bush at the very edge of the water. Harry
threw himself behind it, peering desperately through
the leaves. On the opposite bank, the glimmers of
silver were suddenly extinguished. A terrified
excitement shot through him -- any moment now --
"Come on!" he muttered, staring about. "Where are you?
Dad, come on --"
But no one came. Harry raised his head to look at the
circle of dementors across the lake. One of them was
lowering its hood. It was time for the rescuer to
appear -- but no one was coming to help this time --
And then it hit him -- he understood. He hadn't seen
his father -- he had seen himself --
Harry flung himself out from behind the bush and
pulled out his wand.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM! "he yelled.
And out of the end of his wand burst, not a shapeless
cloud of mist, but a blinding, dazzling, silver
animal. He screwed up his eyes, trying to see what it
was. It looked like a horse. It was galloping silently
away from him, across the black surface of the lake.
He saw it lower its head and charge at the swarming
dementors.... Now it was galloping around and
around the black shapes on the ground, and the
dementors were falling back, scattering, retreating
into the darkness.... They were gone.
The Patronus turned. It was cantering back toward
Harry across the still surface of the water. It wasn't
a horse. It wasn't a unicorn, either. It
was a stag. It was shining brightly as the moon above
... it was coming back to him....
It stopped on the bank. Its hooves made no mark on the
soft ground as it stared at Harry with its large,
silver eyes. Slowly, it bowed its antlered head. And
Harry realized... "Prongs, "he whispered.
But as his trembling fingertips stretched toward the
creature, it vanished.
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