I was a member of the Los Angeles Symphony, assistant
chief pilot for a huge corporation and personal pilot to the president of that
company. It was 1935 and I was leading a
busy, active life doing two professions that I loved. At that time my flying
boss asked me if I could go up to Oregon with one of the new planes to set up
dealerships and agencies. It should take me about 6 months if I could do it. I spoke with the symphony conductor who gave
me a leave of absence allowing me to take the assignment. My wife and I took a demonstration plane
which I flew to Portland, Oregon. We
rented a small apartment and I was ready to work. Little did I realize as I landed in September that the rains came
during that season. I had only been there two days when it started to rain and
it did not stop during the whole six months that I was there. In those days we had very few instruments
compared with today, so my plane was hangered a great deal of the time.
Since my flying was curtailed, I turned
to my other profession and joined the symphony. I was again doing the very same
thing that I had done in LA; flying and fiddling. Therefore, I expected my life
to continue as it had in the past, but it all changed in the middle of one
night, a dark and stormy night, which was unusual because it rained all the
time, but it didn't storm very much. This was what they called a silver sleet
storm. It was beautiful but sometimes very destructive overhanging the trees
and wires with long icicles.
Therefore, when in the middle of the
night, I was knocked out of bed by a ball of lightning naturally the first
thing that my mind did was to connect it with the storm outside. I found myself standing along side my bed
teetering, tottering, dazed and burned around my throat and mouth area and in
pain (when a person has left the physical body, but is not dead, energies and
forces continue to flow through the etheric and astral vehicles; hence pain can
be experienced in those bodies). I
tried to collect my consciousness to assess just what had happened to me. All I
knew was that I saw this tremendous ball of fire that smacked me right in the
face, or so I thought. However, I was
to find out later that it was not a bolt of lightning that knocked me out of
bed. It was an implosion, the opening of the throat center or Vishuda Chakra,
as it is called in the Ancient Wisdom Philosophy.
This center that I am referring to is
one of seven major centers in the human body which are etheric in nature, but
are backed up by physical counterparts, the seven ductless glands of the
endocrine system. They are centers of
force that solar energy, fire by friction and electric fire use for the
distribution of super-physical energy which is quickly converted into physical
energy that animates a human body and a person. It was the opening of this great center in my throat. That is why
I call it an implosion rather than an explosion. It sounded. I heard it
and it was a shock. It sizzled and it
was loud. As I stood there trying to
gain my equilibrium with the pain still gnawing away at me, the first dear
thought I had caused me to look down thinking, "what in the world has
happened?" I saw that I was
standing there in the nude. I knew I
had worn pajamas to bed. Then I
remembered the stories my family had told me as a child about the strange
tricks that lightning would cause. I
thought, perhaps, this had caused my clothes to be removed. In trying to figure this out my vision strayed
and I had the absolute shock of my life.
I saw a face on a pillow sticking out from under the covers and I
recognized it. I said, "My God,
there are two of us." It is
important for you to take this in and remember it as it will happen to you one day
when you die. You can be taught many
things by simply listening to these words because I die every night when I
leave my body to work in the inner worlds.
Many of you are already beginning to
experience this before physical death.
In other words, while still in a physical body you are remembering the
work that is done on the other side. So
I looked at that thing, and I looked down at this nude body, then back to the
face on the pillow there, and I will never forget the pallor of that face on
the pillow. I couldn't tell this body
that I was standing in now, thinking in and my consciousness functioning in,
from the body that I suspected was under the covers. My head was clearing up every minute, becoming more acute. There
was not one iota of difference between the two bodies. I could not believe it and I said,
"You've lost your mind, you've lost your balance," but I knew when I
said it that it didn't apply, that I hadn't lost my mind. I knew that, but I
had to say something since I couldn't figure this out. There was a body down there and here was
another one with my thinking, emotions, feelings, everything in this other body
now. I cared no more for that other
body than if it had been a chunk of wood laying there. That is how separated I was from it, but I
thought of most of this afterwards as I was still consternation struck, I’ll
tell you.
Meanwhile, the pain kept gnawing at me
all of the time unless my attention was distracted by some tremendous event,
and there were plenty of those along the way. I think that I looked there and
became fascinated with a face that I saw everyday in the mirror sometime or
other, but believe me, it was not the same thing as looking at it in the mirror
as a reflection. I was standing in
space, time and distance looking in through space, time and distance at myself;
absolutely unheard of. No wonder I
said," You've lost your mind."
It had no resemblance to looking at myself and seeing my image reflected
back in the mirror, nothing remotely like it.
I can't explain at all. In fact,
I'm not going into the full emotion of that.
The next thing I did was look for my pajamas which were exactly where
they should have been, on the body in the bed.
I saw them just as clearly as I see things around me everyday, in fact more
clearly. To drive to its conclusion all
that I have told you: I saw the covers, I saw my pajamas, soon I was looking at
my nude body in the pajamas, I saw everyone of the above that I have mentioned
at the same time, covers, pajamas, physical body, just as clearly,
individually, separately and all at once.
Obviously I was in the fourth dimension. I didn't know that. I
wished to heavens that I had known that.
I never heard tell of the fourth dimension at that time in my busy
life. I couldn't believe it. It was absolutely incredible seeing into my
body, the most marvelous and wondrous sight you could imagine. I saw blood coursing up and down arteries
and veins. I saw what looked like a
billion lights, lights that I had never seen before. They didn't remotely resemble daylight.
I knew that I was seeing some
mysterious spectacle that I had never seen or heard of. The light was
living. It was alive and absolutely
beautiful; glowing, intense, just glowing with aliveness that would make every
color you have ever seen, no matter how vivid, dead, dull and dark, almost to
obscuration. It was hard to
conceive. I don't know how long I went
through that, but I learned that when I concentrated things changed. When I first looked, I saw the covers and my
face sticking out of them, but I didn't see the pajamas under the covers. When I began to look with concentrated
attention a new world opened up, characteristic of those worlds, therefore the
power of meditation, concentration, aspiration, contemplation and finally
inspiration. It was all there, but I didn't know it. In just dumb amazement, I guess, I happened to turn and saw my
clock on the nightstand. When I looked
at it, it said 2:35 am. Then I thought,
"2:35, that’s impossible," because I only realized then, when I saw
my clock and not before; although it was there all the time, that I had never
been in the dark.
I was always in the light. From the very beginning of the experience I
was standing in a lighted room. So I
suspiciously and immediately began to look around the room. I ascertained in five seconds, that I was
not standing in daylight It didn't
remotely resemble daylight Now I know,
and it didn't take me long to find out after the experience, that I was
standing in, "the light that shineth. in the darkness and the darkness
comprehendth it not." You may have
heard or read this all of your life, especially hearing it in the
churches. I was standing in the Astral
light. What a beautiful sight. Everything in my room was glowing with this
golden light, but it was more than just light.
It was living. We don't know
what light is in the physical world as yet.
The scientists will show us one day.
They will teach us one day. We
know a great deal about x-rays and UVL, etc., but I never saw a sight like
that. Everything in my room was alive
and glowing with light, and I just turned and looked around. I can still see it. There were what looked like billions of
packets of infinitesimally small specks of light that seemed to be coming down
through the ceiling and disappearing through the floor. That was exactly what they were doing. I know that now although I didn't know it
then. That material interpenetrates
everything physical. It is the etheric
or astral, both interpenetrating the physical in every place where you
are. It is the light that lighteth
everyone that comes into the world; the light that was the life of
mankind. All of the things from scripture are true. At that time I was beginning
to find that out.
As I looked around, the next startling
experience I had was: I saw the street light burning brightly outside in the
storm, right through the wall. Again, I
said,"Man you have definitely lost your mind, your senses." "This is absolutely impossible, and
ridiculous." Even. as I said it, I
knew that I was doing it. I could see
right through the wall of my apartment. So I turned and looked at the other
wall. Sure enough, right through the
wall, I saw my neighbor girls asleep in their big bed. Light was everywhere. It was just as light outside as it was
inside. Everything was just light. I could hardly believe it.
Since I mentioned that the pain never left, it always
called my attention back to myself. In
fact, I think it was really part of the whole process in a very special
sense. So the next step was that I knew
I had to do something about the continuing pain, but I really was not sure what
to do. I finally decided to awaken my wife, which I really didn't want to do. She was sound asleep up against the wall
side of the bed. I wondered how in the
name of God she could still be asleep with the sound that the ball of fire
made. Of course, now I know that the
sound was only in me. It wasn't
anything outside. It wasn't anything
for her to hear. So I was going to
awaken her to see if she could find out how badly I was burned or maybe help
me. I called to her then. First thing you know I was shouting at her,
screaming at her. She never moved a
muscle. That was when I began to think,
"Man you are really in trouble."
"You must be dead."
However, I realized, how could I possibly be dead when I just saw a
heart beating in that body on the bed.
I even saw inside of my heart into an incandescence in it. It was barely beating. I couldn't detect any respiration at all,
but the heart was beautifully slowed down.
The body was in a cataleptic state, I later discovered. So I knew when I said, "You're
dead," that it wasn't logical or rational when I could see that heart
still beating.
I finally decided to go into the bathroom to look at
myself, to find out if there was anything that I could do to help myself. I can't describe the despair, the
hopelessness I felt when I couldn't awaken my wife because I was really
suffering at times. This was the first
movement that I made except to turn. I
can still recall after all of these years how unsteady I felt. I teetered into the bathroom and went up to
the mirror to stick my tongue out to look at it. I had the strangest sensation in my tongue and my throat. I wanted to check this because I thought I
imagined seeing a kind of golden vapor every time I exhaled coming out of my
mouth, there was almost a laser like beam of a beautiful golden color coming
out of my tongue. I could see it. I thought I was imagining it. When I tried to stick my tongue out to check
myself in the mirror, I had no image. I
wasn't there. At that point, my world
dropped out from under me. I could make
a little bit of sense, maybe, of what had happened before. I knew I was feeling, looking, watching and
reacting. I could even see every flaw
in that mirror, but I wasn't there.
That was too much. I never experienced such abject despair in my life. I
thought - "Where do I go now?"
"What in the world has happened to me?" "What is this all about?" I was
thinking like that. Obviously there was
nothing fuzzy about my thinking. For a
moment I just stood there in this despair.
Now, from here on, every time I got to a point where I
lost any possible resource to get an answer as to what had happened to me, where
I had just reached the end of my rope, I found out by a sequence of events that
something always happened. At this
point, what happened was, about eye level in the mirror, I saw the brightest
light, a pinpoint, a fleck of light that would have made the Sun look
black. I shielded myself because I
thought, "My God, it could put my eyes out." It took me several seconds to realize that
it had absolutely no effect on my eyes whatsoever. I didn't know why, I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of this situation and find out how I
could do something about this pain.
Well, I soon forgot my pain, because this little speck began to do some
strange things. It began to grow and to
shake and shimmy. Then at the extreme
point of this movement, the mirror seemed to be twisting out of shape. I thought again, "Oh, you really have
lost your balance." "Your
mind is going," but once again, inside of me, I knew that wasn't
true.
Finally, from that infinitesimal speck of the
brightest light you could imagine, a haze, mist or fog – I think fog would be a
good description - begin to develop around this rather good sized mirror and
that mirror disappeared as I was still looking Into it. You never saw such a transformation. I shall never forget it. I even stood on my tiptoes and looked down
into the mirror and thought, "I am looking into eternity." I never said a thing like that in my life
before. I didn't know what eternity was
and I still don't, but I said it and what I saw was multidimensional. I not only could see it in a sense, but I
felt it and knew there was something down in there that pertained to me and I
had a great deal of apprehension about it.
This was my first ESP experience, long before my good friend, Harold
Sherman invented the term.
All of a sudden, I heard something. It was a slight whispering, rustling sound,
like a gentle breeze going by. I know
now this is just exactly like it should have been. This is hindsight, not foresight. It pertains to the phrase, "In the beginning was the
Word." This was a beginning for
me, a new life, a new creature, and it started with that little rustling sound
which finally grew into a tornado that I thought would blow my head off my
shoulders and blow the room apart. I
could not fathom the magnitude of it. A
wind arose which made my hair stand up on my head. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. Then it rushed up my spine with the same force, but it didn't
hurt me at all though I thought I was going to be destroyed. In fact, it took me quite some time to
realize that I was not being hurt one bit.
During the time that I was looking and hearing this and wondering what
it was all about, I also realized that there was something coming out of that
depth that I didn't appreciate. I had
visions of another ball of fire in the face or something of this nature. Something did come and it came like a jet
out of what I thought was infinity. It
came rushing up to my face and it stopped right at it. Today some of you may know something about
this. It had been veiled for ages, but
now there are a few books that speak about this highly secret experience that
was never talked about or told to anyone until recent times. What I saw there that stood and confronted
me was myself. It was the most hideous,
monstrous, stinking, rotten thing you ever saw in your life. There was not one single thing in it that I
did not recognize. Plus I knew that it
had an existence of its own and it knew it, even as I had my personality
existence. It just stood and leered at me. It seemed to be enjoying it, but I
wasn't. The stench I thought would kill
me. (It almost did.) I gagged.
It was just rotten, absolutely rotten.
I recognized every rotten wrinkle in that thing. I even, at that point thought, "How do
I know so much about this thing, and it about me?" There was an interchange. That creature has become to be known
technically and classically in the Mystery School tradition as the Dweller on
the Threshold and there are several of them, three at least. I thought, what in the world, "What in
the world do you do with a thing like that?" I knew what I wanted to do.
I wanted to back off from it and get as far away from it as fast as I
could, but I couldn't move a muscle, not even a finger. I was paralyzed. The only thing I could move were my eyes. So I just had to stand there looking at that
God forsaken creature that stood there and leered at me. The stench alone was enough to kill you. I could only think, "My God Almighty,
what is this?"
All of a sudden over my left shoulder, by straining my
eyes, the only thing that I could move, I thought I saw a brilliant white
shining radiance behind me. I couldn't
be sure and I strained to see it. As I
did so, it looked like a glow coming from it, that it was a little taller than
me and I thought it might be a hooded creature; something with a hood or a
robe. My first thought was maybe there
is something here that could help me.
Anyway, whatever it was broke the spell and I whirled around. When I did, sure enough, something else took
over. Each time I turned around to face
whatever it was, it would move out of my range of vision.
Then began the most concentrated
learning in fifteen or twenty minutes or the sum total of all the learning that
I ever had and far beyond that. I
learned more in that short time than in my whole life. A voice, loud and clear, that didn't make a
sound, the Voice of the Silence, probably and aptly described by Blavatsky
because it is absolutely true. It’s a
voice that speaks in a language you understand, or think you do, and yet it
doesn't make a sound. However, the
communication is loud and clear, the only way to communicate, I'll guarantee
you. I was given to understand that if
I could cross the threshold of that creature, and live - the responsibility was
entirely my own - as there was no encouragement or the opposite, no
discouragement. It was up to me
entirely. If I could make it and cross
its threshold and survive the ordeal, I could become a citizen of two worlds,
the one that I was in that very minute and the one back on the bed. If I didn't make it, I would be deprived of
that body back on the bed. I thought it
was very clever, the way they pointed that out. That would be the only result of it. I would simply give up a physical body and would be what we call
dead. So help me God, to this day I
couldn’t tell you why I had as much faith in something that wouldn't let me see
it as I had in that one. I often wonder
if it was because I was in this horrible predicament and would have done
anything to get out of it.
When you attempt to cross its threshold
do you know what that Dweller says to you?
"What, do you aspire to go onward and upward." "How dare you!" "What about me, your
creation?" "Do you think I'm
going to let you do this without concern for me, your own creation." "You've been wet nursed by the universe
and now you are going to be responsible for yourself for the first
time." "God help you
stranger." "If you do not
make it, I'll destroy you."
"I'll drag you down to the depths." Finally, I did what I thought had to be done.
I had no more finished that when I hit
that body back on the bed with this naked thing that I was functioning in. It hit so hard that it almost knocked the
physical body out of the bed, and it was painful getting back into it or
getting the energies re-straightened into it or whatever it was. It’s still partly a mystery to me, but not
altogether. Obviously, the first thing
I did was to awaken my wife. I guess I
spent the next hour, maybe an hour and a half speaking to her. Incidentally, I looked at my clock in the
pitch-black room. It was 4:00
o'clock. I had clock time on the
experience, from 2:35 until 4:00 a.m.
Then I poured out this tale to my wife.
Well you never saw two eyes open so wide and such a look on anyone's
face like hers. I can still see
it. I said to myself, "Boy she'll
never believe this one." However,
she told me she believed every word of it from the very start because she knew
something had happened to me that was tremendous, not that she understood
it. I told her how I had looked through
the walls, how I saw the streetlight outside, saw the storm out there, saw my
neighbor girls, how the room was always full of light and on and on I
went. I even spoke about the thing in
the mirror. I talked like a machine
gun. I wore myself out.
The next thing I knew, I found myself
standing back in the middle of the room again.
I guess I had gone to sleep or whatever, or back into that state. There I was, without knowing how I got
there. This time there was no phenomena
whatsoever. I was just there. There was no burn in the throat area, none
at all. I investigated in the mirror
and could see myself this time. There
were sensations in the throat area for months that were progressive. I could trace them. There was tremendous activity of
energy. So, here I was standing nude
again in the middle of my room. I said,
"My God Almighty, I haven't been deceived." This wasn't some kind of crazy thing. Just as I was told, here I am again. I had all the freedom to walk around. I started to walk around my room feeling no pain at all now. There was beautiful light everywhere that I
was enjoying. Then, all of a sudden I
realized that I had walked right through a chair and never felt it. I looked at the chair. It seemed to be solid. It gave me an idea. I was just full of them now. I went over to the door that separated our
apartment from the neighbors and I cautiously leaned against it and pressed
against it and there was no door there for me.
I saw it, but I went right through it.
I looked at the two girls in the bed and I started to concentrate on
them with about the same success I had with my wife before, none. I saw their
bodies through the covers just as I had seen my wife's and my own. It was as if I was given a new light.
The second night the inner world
teachers took me out of my body into those worlds for three hours. They didn't tell me about Karma, they showed
me. "As a man sows he shall surely
reap", using my own past lives as the example. When I came back to my body after three hours of that, I spent
the rest of the night throwing up, because the farther back you go the more
degenerate the lives become. It has its
positive side and its negative side. In
the end it is all positive. They showed
me by way of a picture, of planting a seed, watching it grow and bare fruit,
meaning that everything you do, every thought you think, every word and deed is
planting a seed that will bare fruit according to the energy behind it. If it’s the wrong kind, it will bare the
whirlwind, the right kind, a blessing.
Every evil thing you do will people your path with demons and every good
thing that you do will people your path with angels. They showed me that this was true. I remember saying, "Why didn't I have someone who could tell
me this?" It was because I would
not have known enough to listen to those who knew until I was evolved enough to
see the truth.
From that time on, I led the most
fascinating life that you can imagine.
I couldn't wait to get home from rehearsal or from what little flying I
could do to sit in my chair or lay down on the couch and, just as they said,
become a citizen of two worlds. I
couldn't get enough of it. I never
tired of it. I couldn't wait to go into
worlds of such beauty that it is indescribable. I began to find out that there is no such thing as a dead
person. My own relatives were there. They were glad to see me and knew more about
this whole business than I did, because there is no death. I said, "Where have I been all of this
time?" "Why doesn't everybody
know about this?" "Why is it
so secret and hidden?" For some
forty years now, I have been trying to unravel some of it. Not only for my own
benefit, but also to help others.
Now let me go back a little bit before
I speak about another portion of the experience. Let me talk about the mighty wind that rushed up my back sending
tornadoes to both of my ears. Remember
the feast of the Passover in the Bible where Jesus and his disciples gathered
to celebrate this High Holy Day? A
mighty rushing wind arose and suddenly every person understood every other
person whether they were Parsee, Greek, Jew or whatever. They heard the voice of the silence. The Tower of Babel was no more. Language disappears. This is just what happened to me.
Now to add to the story, there is a
second Dweller that you must face and that was the Christ. Like Moses you stand in the burning
ground. This is about as horrible as
the first one, but for opposite reasons, as this Dweller is so almighty and
beautiful and perfected. But it says
almost the same thing. When you stand
in His flaming presence, He knows your intention, why you are there. He may say something different to you, but
this is what He said to me, "What!"
"You aspire to be one with me." "Do you know what you are asking?" “Do you know what you're in for?" "Do you know what this
means?" "Consider, consider
what you are trying to do, what you desire, consider it." "What will you suffer for my name and
sake?" "What will you
sacrifice for my name and sake?"
"Go and learn."
"Go find out my son."
"Don't aspire to be one with me until you know this." You could almost wither in the presence of
so much absolute beauty and radiance.
You realize then that the burning ground is a field of pure light where
no darkness can hide. Standing in this
radiance, beauty, majesty and perfection was just about as horrible as the
other one because of the pure light.
Once you have crossed this threshold immediate change comes into your
life.
Shortly after that, with me a couple of
months perhaps, I was taken by that One, the Initiator, in the middle of one
night. When I came back I could say,
like St. John of the Cross, "Oh blessed night, oh beautiful night, night
of all nights." When I returned to
the body I had a ball of fire in my head which stayed there for a year. I lived the most blessed life for one year. I only tell you this because there is a
great law behind it. I often say,
"This is the only year that I have been truly alive."
Now I came to a second stage. I found
out I didn't need to just roam around and, so called, have a good time seeing
those beautiful exquisite worlds. It
would really be hard to describe those worlds.
Also, the people themselves were beautiful, as there is a refinement
that takes place after a while that changes them, even your own relatives. I could speak for hours about the exciting
things I've seen in those worlds. I
even found out that there were classes that I could attend.
Then I came to the stage that I will tell you about
now and I'm so glad that I had this experience. Since I knew nothing about any of this, I learned the hard
way. My life went along for a time like
this when a third stage started that I would not have dreamed of. I sat down in my chair to go out of the
body, generating my energy and doing the preparation I was shown. Well before I even got half started an
amazing thing happened. Coming through
the wall that I was facing was a thing, a huge globe of light almost on fire
like a sun literally blazing. Inside of
it was a face that would put the globe to shame because of the great light of
it. It was pulsating. This face was
unstable. It would radiate out, then
recede and come in. The only thing
stable were the eyes. You never saw
such eyes. They looked right through
me. Here was the One Who had been
behind me in the initial experience during the whole of the awakening and
wouldn't let me see Him at that time.
He was in front of me now. Why
He would not let me see Him was because I had to make a decision as to whether
I was going to try to face that thing from the mirror and cross its
threshold. It is well known in the
mystery school tradition as crossing the threshold of the Dweller, and by the
way, that monstrous thing is standard equipment with everyone. Some people think what a terrible evil
thing. No it is not evil. It is just the residue that is remaining
from all of my pilgrimages in matter; from the Monad or Virgin Spirits into
involution, up to evolution, finally where we can use all of the equipment that
evolution has built. If I can tell you
anything that is significant about it , it's this: "Every thought you
think, every emotion you feel creates.”
"That is what I created, not very handsome." It is the leftover of what my energies, such
as they are, have ever created. We have
not escaped yet from our mineral needs, or plant life or animal life, so this
is the leftovers from all of it. The
crossing of the threshold and maybe not making it is what you have to do about
it to go on into higher consciousness.
As They told me, you must consciously do this and become a big boy now,
responsible, because you know now what you have created. You've seen it face to face and you're not
going to leave it behind to go off into the wild blue yonder with pink clouds,
no sir. It will drag you to the depths
again back to where it came from - the inner worlds version of skid row. There is nothing wrong with all of
this. It just shows the creative genius
and transmutative power of God.
So here was this blazing, unbelievable
thing in my presence. I knew when I saw
It what It was. It was a mental
body. I knew because I had read
everything I could get my hands on up to that time. I was really fortunate because a girl who played in the Portland
Symphony had been a Theosophist and a Rosicrucian. She had all sorts of literature on these things. In fact, she knew more about it than I
did. She could hardly believe my
experience. As she had never known of
anyone that this had happened to. So
she just plied me with books. By this
time, I knew what I was looking at. I
soon found out that it was the One, the Hierophant of the Mysteries that had
the power to awaken, manipulate, energize and control these tremendous energies
for a newcomer, an awakening babe, a kindergartner. There He was in His mental aspect, His mental body. This particular Being does not have a
physical body. He gave it up long
ago. I know Who it is face to face. I’ve seen Him. So He just appeared there, a glorious being with that face just
pulsating out love. You could feel it.
The eyes were such compassionate pools of light that I could scarcely stand to
look at them. In the face of such
radiance I was ashamed of myself. I
couldn't help it. Do you know what that
Being did? Of all things, He started
like a chant. A sound started coming
out of Him. I said to myself,
"Well, what is this."
"This is strange." It
sounded like a dozen symphony orchestras coming out of one voice box. It was polyphonic, but not melodic. It was one sound. I had never even read the Bible at this time so I didn't know
that I was the recipient of a tremendous thing; the power of "the Word
become flesh." As the Bible
states, "In the beginning was the Word." I was hearing the powerful AUM of creation and before I forget it
- here was a Human Being who belongs to ourr life wave who was so
perfected. What an encouragement for
the rest of us. He was so perfected
that He had the powers of the Christ consciousness to make a new life, to give
a new life. This is the criteria to
denote spirituality. We never saw real
spirituality until we have seen this.
Perhaps as a race we are not yet ready
for that. It comes after a time. Spirituality is really the beginnings of
human beings that will work and endeavor with life energies and not form in
what the Teachers call the eight-floored laboratorium. Here the first experience is meeting
forty-nine virgins, who turn out to be forty-nine new elements in the atomic
table that we've never heard of as yet on this planet. They are unused by humanity because we don't
know they exist. To continue, this tone
kept sweeping out. It sounded like,
well there is just no description.
There is no way to describe this in words. It is one of those mystical
experiences where words are inadequate, except to say that it was incredibly
complex. Finally, I began to feel it in
my chest, especially around my heart. I
thought, "What in the world is He trying to do?" The sound just kept coming and getting
stronger and stronger, not louder. It
was as though it were becoming more pinpointed, that He might be searching. In fact I believe He was. In His projection He was searching for a
point, maybe the altar, so called, where the eternal flame burns in everyone's
heart. That might have been it and He
was seeking to kindle that flame, making it burst into a conflagration. Finally, it became so pointed that my
muscles began to spasm. I thought,
“This hurts.” "What is He really
trying to do?" All of a sudden I
was out of my body. By now that was
nothing new to me. Then I went on a
soul flight which was the greatest that I had ever had with about two
exceptions. It was one which altered
consciousness. As I said before, this
is my criteria for spirituality. This
is giving new life, making all things new, life more abundant. That is what spirituality really is. That is why it is rare as yet on our
planet. Spiritual healers, mystics,
saints, all have a flow, but it is not like that. However, it is the promise that some day we shall have it.
To return, here I was on this soul flight. He took me to a realm of consciousness that
was beyond anything you could imagine.
One of the first things that I saw there was exactly the opposite of
what I saw in the mirror. Thank God I
could see it. As horrible as that thing
was in the mirror, my self, and I knew it and It knew it; and when I tell you
that this was no little symbol of a lower self, but an actual entity that had
Its own life, its own existence and that we were connected. It knew it and I knew it. Yet here was something that was absolutely
beautiful, exquisite and perfect. So
perfect that there is no comparison.
What did I see? I saw myself as
the Divine Architect, God, or whatever you wish to call that great Being, made
me from the beginning. When people say
that they are perfect because God made them that way, they have hit upon a
truth. God only deals with
perfection. Every one of us in the
archetype, the true self, is that perfection.
You wouldn't believe that this kind of perfection were possible. I couldn't imagine a being like that who was
myself. There was no doubt about
it. It almost staggered me. I could hardly look at my beautiful, perfected
self. That was the second time I had
seen it. On one other occasion, I saw
another person, very well acquainted with me and I with this person and saw
them the same as myself. I am not the
only one. This is our state. We are absolutely perfect.
From this personality, Ego situation, that brings this
about, we are growing towards that perfection.
I'm sure St. Paul knew this when he said, "For me to live as
Christ, not I liveth, but Christ liveth in me." In that magic mirror of his he said, "Now through a glass
darkly, then face to face." He
knew this truth. It is what we are all
traveling towards. Yet when it is
through we will still be human beings.
God knows what is beyond that.
The Teachers say there is a pale beyond our understanding. They won't even talk about it to me. I think they tell others, but not me as I am
not yet ready for it. They say you
haven't maturated enough to even understand what we would be talking
about. Speculate on something that you
can understand. There is that beyond
human perfection. The human life wave
en masse is creating a tremendous entity, a tremendous atmosphere, the new
sphere, so named by Pierre Tellard de
Chardin. What a genius he was. That perfection is part of it. That is God’s work. The thing in the mirror was my work. The two have to finally, some day, come
together. God has made it
possible. So that was one of the things
that I saw, myself as I really am. I
have no fear anymore of: Oh, I’ve got to do this, I’ve got to do that, I’ve got
to remake myself. I am already made,
but in this situation, I've got to arrive at that exalted point and unify with
that perfection. Quite a feat. Only God knows the mystery of this, not I as
yet. God has proposed it and made it
possible and God's Will will not be thwarted.
It will become so. He knows what
He is doing to the last vibration. It
is all done in love, beauty, perfection beyond anything we can imagine. Humans cannot understand the glory that God
has in store for those who love him.
Whoever wrote that really knew something. It is true and that’s only the human side of it. Only God knows what lies beyond. It still staggers me. I don't even think about it anymore. I've got so much to do to even get to that
point; to raise myself up to that and unite with it. I know someday it will be done because God wills it.
To return, I was still with the
Hierophant, so I asked a question. They
knew what was in my heart and They answered it. My question was, "What is genius?" As a musician I wanted to know. Why do some work so hard and never achieve
very much, while others just soar into great achievement? Well, I got my answer. The next night They told me. You were taken to what is known as the
archetypal realm of the inner worlds.
It is the great blue print room, the great engineering room for all
changes in both animal, man and the planet.
Here is your answer to genius.
If a person, after death, has any awakened consciousness in this realm,
even for just a flash, there is no way, when they come back to rebirth, that
they can help to express it except by genius.
It builds genius. It is
genius. The way it comes about is that
this person has sacrificed, has loved, whatever it is, and it makes
no-difference what the genius is, no difference whatsoever. I always go back to music or violin because
I understand this. However, if that
person has built in enough consciousness to be awake where most people sleep after
death, in that kind of realm, it creates genius. Here is the secret. You must
build a nucleus for an awakened consciousness in any of these realms, even in
the lower astral - skid row, as I call it.
If you have built that kind of consciousness, that is where the great
Law of Attraction will pull you. If you
have the consciousness that you've loved, you've struggled, you've sacrificed,
you won't give up, the artist who lives in a garret, ill paid, but love is the
thing which drives you, then you are building a nucleus.
According to the sensitivity, the
will to persevere, the kinetic energy and the love put into it, you are taken
there awakened. The truth of the matter
is that you have to build your own coming vehicle
and
do you know what it turns out to be?
This is what they told me. They
said, "When you see genius kiss the hem of its garment." "Bless it because you are hearing a
voice from your true native land." "Honor it." "From your home world you are hearing a
voice." So it turns out that to
become an instrument for the spirit is the highest calling a person can have. With genius you are seeing someone that has
become a choice vessel, the ultimate expression at that time of genius, in that
field and the flower of that particular field.
It is the greatest amount of energy that spirit can get through a
physical instrument. I have a fine
violin that makes me a better violinist because it is so delicate and
responsive to me. I can forget having
to force technique to express the art.
So it is with the spirit that pours more of itself to get the results
out of that body. More than any other
if it is to be the top expression in that field. All genius is the same in that way. Therefore, to me, it has become absolutely imperative that we
become instrumental, which means giving up, giving up the little self, if we
want to do the best and let the spirit work through us.
Now finally, on this soul flight, on
this trip I came back to my body. This
Being came back a great deal of the way with me, which was nothing new to
me. As I approached near my body I
began to notice something quite strange.
I thought, "Oh no, not again." I saw the same ball of light and it was over the top of my head
when I came near to my body. I made the
last little turn through the sutures in the skull and aligned my eyes with my
physical eyes and there was the ball of light down inside my head. I was lit up like a Christmas tree. It stayed in there for almost a year. Do you know what I said, and I had never
read the Bible at that time, so I suspect it was my higher self that made me
say it, “He that walketh in the light shall know no darkness." For that year I lived that. When I read this in the Bible I knew that
the person who wrote that was aware of this.
He had walked in the light.
There was no darkness twenty-four hours a day. I had energies and powers that were phenomenal, so this blessed
thing stayed in my cranium for the better part of a year before it slowly faded
away. It left increments in me that
have never changed to this day. I could
spend hours telling of experiences that I had with the consciousness that it
produced, altered consciousness, powers that I never dreamed existed in a human
being.
Now, for the past forty years, I have
been doing the work for which I was prepared.
First it drove me into the ministry and lately to lecture and teach all
over the world. I teach as I have been
taught. All of my teaching has been
given to me on the inner planes of consciousness. Thus I pass on all that was given to me. I don't charge, but I have to live like
anyone else, so I accept free will donations.
While I have three good professions that I do sometimes, this teaching
is my love. I mean this in the truest
sense that the word love can imply. It
is my life. The only thing that I can
think of that I ever did that may have aided and abetted this thing that
happened to me in the middle of the night was this. When I was a boy I was given up to die by three doctors. They finally told my mother, "We can't
do anymore for him." "Take
him up to the mountains." So my mother took me out of the city. I turned black for eight days and the only
reason they knew that I was not dead was because rigormortis had not set
in. We moved up to the mountains where
I was bedridden for two years. Everyday
when my mother left for work she would give me a book to read. Well this day when I picked up that book,
Arnold Ehret's "Mucousless Healing Diet," I knew that I was
well. By the time these experiences
happened to me 1935, I don't think anybody had a purer physical body than I
had. I had lived on raw food, fruits
and vegetables since I was fifteen years old.
I didn't drink or smoke because I was too sick and then too busy. To me this was the only thing I did to make
the experience possible. It’s a good
thing that I had such a pure body because the first blast was enough to tear
anyone apart. Now I know that it was
the flow out of the lower chakras meeting in the throat awakening that
center. All of these experiences are
electromagnetic in nature. The raw
fruits and vegetables contained the requisite amounts of prana to nourish and
purify the body so that these electrical energies do not fry it.
In closing, let me say that if you
choose to go the way of initiation there will be a time when you too must face
the Dweller. Your experience may not be
the same as mine because we are all unique.
There is nobody like you. The
mold was thrown away when you were made and you are indispensable to the whole. If you were missing, which is impossible,
that which we call the Creator would be missing also, because there is only one
Life pulsating throughout the whole of the universe. You're part of it and that which brought you to this point is the
author of it. In our own case of a
Solar Deity, He is evolving too. In
fact, He is just barely getting started.
By the time He reaches the highest Cosmic Initiations things won't be
the same with Him or our solar system.
So your life is unique, which to me is an amazing thing because the
creative prerogative of what we call God makes us into the diversity that we
see: where no two blades of grass, or no two snow flakes or no two people are exactly the same. That Great One must love creation and love
to create. That is the kind of God that
we have. So to me there is only one
goal which is to develop that which each of us has in potential as a blazing
Son of God. I tell you this because it
is true. We are all Sons of God in the
becoming, even the Bible says, "Know Ye not that Ye are Gods.”
The
dweller on the threshold is the true story of an experience well known to the
classical mystery school tradition. It is told in the first person by the man
who experienced and became a citizen of two worlds. He has passed over to the
other side after a long career of world service. His identity has been hidden to
protect the privacy of his family and close associates.
If
you are a seeker you will want to read this story. (Center for
World Servers)