September 28, 2011
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memories or imaginings
the days of celebration have arrived, the stars where right.
the Nile was high, we were in a time of prosperity, there was beer and bread for all.
Heliopolis was radiant. necropolis was equally decorated for the coming events.
the Apis bulls had been selected, groomed and fed, hand-maidens doted on every conceivable need.
the great work had been completed. three great stone structures representing our home in the stars.
special children had been chosen,like the bulls,picked for specific attributes,and put to training for the events that were to unfold.
one was to be chosen, to enter the central structure.
the transformation, of a lowly apprentice to that of a messenger of the gods.
this child would never know his own ego,trained as a blank slate.
his day had arrived, his duty was laid out for him before his birth.
the priests had dressed him and prepared the chamber for his occupation.
the sarcophagus filled with scented oil so as to allow the initiate to float, suspended.
suspended in the darkness of the great work.
all the subtle energy’s taken in to consideration.
the older priests intonations more vibrations than song. filled the confines of the chambers bringing the stone to life.
the great wheel moved as he transected the great chamber to the crawl space that leads to the heart of the machine.
he enters with all the solemness of his training, moves through the darkness and reclines in to the oil. he begins to chant his counter to the chanting of the old ones.
he drifts.
the mixture of sacred herbs and flowers that were part of his morning devotions, now took his body gently away from him.
he floated independent of his body and mind, ego-less into the void.
the walls came to life with the visions of this world, he saw the far side of our planet and all its occupants.
soon the planet became as a flower among many.
he moved freely, yet there was direction.
he could see the great river in the sky and the high Nile laid over each other as a mirrors reflection ,in that moment he was pulled across the galaxy, home?
he knew paradise. in exchange his body became the avatar of one greater.
Comments (4)
wow. interesting. your memory?
@Bels_Kaylar - my memory to follow, ‘sweet spot’ is the name im thinking for the post. ‘coming soon’
yes, wow! this is chock full of interesting.
Beautiful. I’m at work, just started reading online Man Whence How and Whither by Leadbeater and Besant. This feels so right, like it just fits in with what I’ve read so far.