which is the radiant abode of the
Dakini."
The intensity of this reunion of friends under such influences as eachother, the sacrament, and the allegedly haunted firehouse, an old opera building and unofficial community arts studio... proved to be more than we could handle. The topic of war brought some of us to tears, while a storm came pouring through the roof. Eventually the pressure lead me to walk into a room alone where a devil mask was hanging. Near it, a mirror, in which I beheld the giant face of a red skinned being engulfed in flames.
He gestured with his hand the boon of no fear and gave a reasurring look but to no avail, for I was dreadfully frightened. Then, minutes later, the three of us were apparently imploded by a spherical bolt of lightning. Our haphazard crash-course training as crazy wise monks in some twisted cosmic religion could not have prepared us for this. We experienced in ourselves other selves, atleast I did.
Particularly the sense of being an ancient Brahmana whose features were visible to my companions.
After realizing I was still alive, and not an immortal version of my being, I began to draw, first Jesus, and then the image of this fire being. As I drew, I felt I had gotten to know it somewhat, as Brahma or Agni or Rudra (Shiva). I thought mostly of Brahma and of Sri Krsna as the lightning was bluish and thus seemed celestial. I know of three Rudras; the red Shiva, the future king of Shambhala, and the disciple of a profound Buddha whose unruly acts lead Mahabhairava to enter his anus and possess him of divine attributes. The original caption indicated none of these but only a metaphysical interpretation
of my reflection on this phenomenon; that the surroundings and my selves seemed one perfect illusion
but in speaking of this to anyone, each believes the light of God rebuked the devil from decieving me.
Regardless of any interpretation specifically, generally transcendent and human consciousness merge.
