Re: Portal Initiation (A letter from The Scholar)
- --- In email@example.com, "Mathew Morrell" <tma4cbt@...> wrote:
>Thoughts from a hopefully understanding nurse:
> I must admit, my journey to the empyrean kingdom, beyond the Mystic
> River, thoroughly strained my nerves, and I am just now able to fully
> comprehend the event with enough clarity to describe the experience I
> I am not a mystic, after all. I am a scholar. My nerves are more
> accustomed to walnut paneled libraries and college reading rooms than
> transcendental voyages into the Netherworld.
> Even now it's difficult to comprehend the enormity of what
> transpired beyond the mystic Portal, for my entire reality transformed
> into something else. The transition from the realities of the flesh to
> the realities of the spirit was mind boggling, illusive, and quit
> terrifying, to be honest.
> Upon returning home from my journey I checked into a resort where I can
> gather my wits about me, without having to be troubled by daily
> It's quiet here in the mountain air. On the outside deck, I can
> comfortably and safely reminisce over the tunnel of light through which
> me and Mops catapulted in holy terror, and laugh about it.
> The nurses are very kind to me and laughingly reassure me that my voyage
> to The Temple of the Sun was, in fact, a dream, and that there are no
> such things as talking green snakes, fairies, and the such.
> I don't know. It all seemed so realin fact, more real than the
> In the mysteries of the Hierophants, tides and tides of beingness washed
> over me as if from some an infinite source of knowledge, and I knew,
> without having to refer to a book, the nature of all things. The nature
> of an object, its reality, flowed through me like some fluidic essence
> filled with soul-spiritual energy; un-earthly, etheric colors filled the
> whole sphere of my reality, making wild, beautiful, pulsating sounds in
> everything that I gazed upon; cities of light and sound, forests of
> crystal trees; gigantic mountain ranges so delicately hued that they
> seemed to float, un-touched and virginal, like wisps of dew, mist and
> It will be a life-long challenge to learn to see this infinite Spirit
> within the temporal, because, to be truthful, I don't think I can on
> a long term basis. Perhaps it was a fairy tale.
> Mop's is in a kennel and I'm here, at a lunatic asylum. I wish
> we had never returned.
I don't recall too much from my own journey through this world of
which The Scholar speaks but I may have taken a differing sidetrack.
It seemed to me my physical senses distorted failed, especially my
sight, but I think my ears picked up something sounding very much like
string quartets, maybe Beethoven's, or was I merely dreaming? Not
being a Scholar but a nurse, my writing skills lack The Scholar's
clarity but I can still try to share, can't I?
Why is it I saw no one? But I know I wasn't alone? I KNOW I wasn't
alone, but where did that PRESENCE [I think it was a Presence or
Presences - perhaps more than one] - of what I had vaguely experienced
now and then a very long time ago on a physical plane but THERE this
Presence, or whatever it was/is permeated ALL with an overwhelmingly
intense LOVE OF AND FOR ALL!
I know I saw a brilliant ball way down below somewhere - it was
blinding in its all-encompassing light and a large clock somewhere
seemed to chime out from its dark recess twelve times.
No, there are no snakes, boats, avacado fruits here, or such - just a
graceful arch seeming to go over a creekbed, perhaps. But if I had
only concentrated more and meditated more, if I had only gone more
slowly and deeply through certain exercises I was shown so long ago -
IF! I must go back.