This morning, a good friend about half my age reported being visited by Archangel Michael in a dream last night. Michael mentioned my attempt to find receptivity at a Reddit spirituality group for some of what I had been taught the old-fashioned way about the Melchizedek priest training. Then, there was some kind of commencement exercise, a graduation ceremony. Michael told my friend that there are a few Melchizedek priest candidates graduating, who can be put to good use even though there is very little receptivity to what that they know and experience. Then, the headmaster of the school told Michael there were no Melchizedek priest graduates.
Later this morning, I wondered if the dream was meant to point me toward something I posted last week into a Reddit spirituality group, and my and other people's responses thereto, on which I then sat and did not publish (thus, graduate)? That became Chapter 32: Energetic shift, or one hand clapping? in this unfolding book.
Then, as if by chance, something popped up in my I-Phone, which I had published into the same Reddit spirituality group about 9 months ago: a written report of a spontaneous vision I'd shortly before a 4-year dark night of the soul began to lift, which led to an interesting, deep discussion.
something about lions
Once upon a time there lived a woman named Alya. She was the medicine woman in her tribe, using herbs and poultices and spirit ways to help her people. Yet she had one flaw: she hated lions, because a lion had killed her father. Her hatred caused her to cast spells against lions, which caused her husband great concern. He often told Alya that her war with lions was going to get her into big trouble, but she was a medicine woman, she knew the ways of the spirits, and she did not listen to her husband.
One day while Alya was out gathering herbs, she spotted a lion sunning himself in tall grasses on the savannah. She hatched a scheme in her mind to sneak up on the lion and cast a spell on him, which would enable her to steal his spirit and have it for herself. As she crept closer to the lion, she began chanting softly and seeing in her mind’s eye her spell taking over the lion. However, she was so focused on what she was doing, that she did not see in her mind’s eye the lion’s mate returning from hunting. Nor did she see the lioness catch her sent, drop her kill from her mouth to the ground and circle around behind. Too late, Alya realized her peril, just as the lioness took her from behind.
Next thing Alya knows, she is in the spirit world, standing before the Lion Spirit. Trembling with terror, Alya wants to run away, but the Lion Spirit speaks to her heart, says, “There is something you do not yet know.”
Then, Alya is back on the savannah, watching a hunter from her tribe sneaking up on a nest of lion cubs, whose parents are away hunting. The hunter has a twisted spirit, and decides to kill the lion cubs just for the fun of doing it, even though killing any animal just for sport is taboo in his tribe, which worships the Lion Spirit. On returning to his village, the hunter tells no one what he has done.
When the lion and lioness return to their nest and find their dead cubs, they are enraged. They catch the hunter’s scent and track him back to the edge of the village, where the lion hides in a thicket and begins roaring and bellowing out his rage over what has happened. The hunter knows why the lion is there, doing that, but still he tells no one.
Alya’s father, the tribe’s leader, prepares to go out and face and kill the lion, because it his duty to protect his tribe from marauding lions. And so he sets out to face the lion, even as the hunter lets him go without saying what has happened to bring this about, and that a lioness is also out there with the lion.
Alya’s father quickly finds and confronts the lion, and is preparing to kill it with his spear, when he is taken from behind by the lioness. In her horror, Alya helplessly watches on, even as she now realizes that her hatred of lions was completely misplaced. She feels awful.
Then suddenly Alya is back on the savannah, stalking the lion whose spirit she once wanted to steal for herself. The lion looks up, stares into Alya’s eyes. She shakes all over, is terrified, but does not look away. Then something takes hold of her, she says to the lion, “I have lost my father and you have lost your cubs. I will be your cub.” The lion looks deep into Alya’s spirit, nods, says, “And I will be your father, and will always protect your front.” Then beside the lion is the lioness, who says to Alya, “And I will always protect your back.
hummingbirdgazeSomething about the strength card in tarot. When I realized the true meaning of strength was about strength of heart and compassion, a lot shifted. Thanks for sharing.
Puzzleheaded (me)
You're welcome. I lived that ... parable? ... in another realm in June 1995, as my heart heaved and rivers of tears gushed from my eyes and oceans of snot from my nose.
OmeyzBeautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Puzzleheaded
You're welcome
Hephsters
It sure does seem that trauma is at the heart of growth doesn’t it?I’m glad you found a resolution. I often feel utterly alone but wonder if there’s a part of me that has made it this way and that I’m to blame for my own struggles.
In any case, I have no real doubts that I’ll pull through my own tests just as you have. Thanks for sharing!
Puzzleheaded
Soul Alchemy, as I came to call it, seems to be a solitary journey into God, as I grew up calling whatever is in charge of everything. It is not supposed to be easy, and if were easy, would there be any point to it?
In my case, in my 45th year, early 1987, I had reached the end of my rope, felt I had failed in every way a man could fail, was out of bright ideals and knew it. In that desperate state, I prayed, "Dear God, please help me, I do not wish to die like this, failed." Pause. "I offer my life to human service." I hoped to be successful there and not die, failed. I wept.
About ten nights later in the wee hours, I woke and saw two spirit beings above me in the darkness. Shaped like sifts. White with slightly blue tint. I figured they were angels. I heard spoken plainly into my mind, "This will push you to your limits, but you asked for it (I recalled the prayer) and we are going to give it to you." I saw a white flash as m y body was jolted by something electrical. That happened two more times. The beings faded out.
That was the beginning. Slow, at first. I was moved to a different city, put with a new woman companion, where it really started. She was moving into soul alchemy, but not as fast as I was. She did not think I was crazy, but it was solitary. I did meet people who did not think I was crazy. Some of the ones who accepted as real what I reported I was experiencing could believe I was not using LSD, peyote, ayahuasca, etc.
There was a dark night of the soul, which was very rough. Then, there was a black night of the soul, which made the dark night seem like a vacation. There was a later dark night. I lived on the street off and on.
I had been well versed in the journeys of Francis of Assisi and John of the Cross, and of Rumi and his teacher, Shams. It was one on one with the Spirit World, and it was angels, then came demons. I had to face and come to terms with the Devil inside me, and in other people, and in spirit realms.
I was made aware ETs and ultraterrestrial beings exist, but I was steered to not get very involved with them.
I was not put in a cave or monastery. I was steered away from fastening to spiritual teachers, gurus, spiritual community. I was left in the ordinary world, where what life served up, or was arranged to be served up, was the grindstone and furnace and tsunami and earthquake and volcanic eruption and alien invasion, so to speak, through which my soul and my human body, emotions and mind were threshed and tested ongoing. That's still happening, but I'm not financially stressed now, thanks to an inheritance.
This summarizes my soul alchemy journey. There are various ways to go at it. Some travelers use long -established practices and rituals, that's what John of the Cross did. And Rumi, I think. Francis of Assisi just had it happen to him, and he somehow survived it, with God's help.
That's what Jesus in the Gospels experienced, and a number of his men and women disciples went on to experience it.
Buddha experienced it. Lao Tzu experienced it. I think Yogananda experienced it. And Kahlil Gibran. Aboriginal shamans experienced it. Women experienced it, but the male paradigm did not record many of the women.
I knew very well a woman who experienced it at the deepest of of levels. It was given to her by angels after she met me. Her soul had agreed to it. I met a few other people it was given to.
I know a younger man it was given to, who is being pushed really hard and he is determined to stick with it, as he knows beyond any doubt that angels whose names are known in the Bible are doing it to and for him.
He is not a church person. His parents are not church people. I am not a church person, although in past times I was at times. We don't know when we are ever not in church, so to speak.Reddit-Book-Bot
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Puzzleheaded
The Bible, if viewed as an internal journey, is a good soul alchemy text. In many ways, I was a bot (programmed, brainwashed), and my soul alchemy journey has made me less of a bot.
Hephsters
Thanks for that, it’s actually quite comforting right now. I think I’m in a bit of a dark night of the soul phase but the light at the end of the tunnel is finally starting to twinkle through.
I think what I’m wishing for is that mystical experience like your angels experience. It feels like I’m trucking on alone even though I know it’s not really true but yes, it is indeed a solitary journey as you said.
I think patience is the key and perhaps one of my major life themes.
Puzzleheaded
I had read, and then it became my experience, that the dark night of the soul is not of this world but very definitely affects those who experience it. It comes and runs its course and it lifts.
Modern mental health, including psychiatry, does not have much to offer other than perhaps a listening ear. Psychiatric medicine isn't particularly effective and can interfere with and hinder or damage what is in progress, which might look like depression, for example, but is something else entirely.
I loved the movie Brother Son Sister Moon, which is about Francis of Assisi's dark night and what happened after he came out of it.
The commentaries of John of the Cross explain his perspective of both the dark night and the black night. I learned about that in Antonio T. de Nicholas' book, ST. JOHN OF THE CROSS: Alchemist of the Soul, which I stumbled across before the dark night arrived inside of me.
The dark night changes a person, a different person emerges from it. The black night, if it then occurs, changes a person much more. God, by whatever name called, is very involved in both, despite it might seem like being abandoned by God. Angels also are involved, even if they are not visible. The soul agrees to have the experience, the Spirit World obliges.
John of the Cross was a cloistered Carmelite monk, who used certain rituals known to provoke the dark night, and then the black night. Francis of Assisi simply had it happen to him from out of the blue. He was a young man, moving along, then he was apprehended and redirected, so to speak.
That said, sometimes a dark night accompanies fear of being who we really are, we cannot bring ourselves to deal directly, verbally, actionably, with something important. We clam up. We are in a prison or fear. I certainly experienced plenty of that, as well.
In all events, I appreciate your comments and hope the very best for you.
Demon_Blade
You are walking through the shadow of the valley of death. I too have made my journey. Fear no evil my friend and love be with you.
Part of the experience of alchemy is to break down old materials within your spirit , and create new materials. Your ego on this plane had some lead weighting your spirit down. No worries hang in there.
It's has been refered to as the first death sometimes. It's part of the rebirth process.
ouroboros and the symbolism attached to it, often references the infinite and it's ability to change and adapt. Also at the same times it means the patterns locking yourself into a loop .
Ex. Sometimes you literally have to get your head out of your ass, because while you may have the programing for you to maintain a "safe" loop. It's good to take your tail from your mouth sometimes. To change the loops at hand and create a more heavenly experience.
All pretaing to you on this ego level plane. For we are all just writing programs for ourselves on this level.
Hephsters
Wow, I feel like some synchronicity is at work here. This is more info I needed to hear right now.
I’m literally trying to let old habits die off right now and struggling to move into a new phase of existence, one that I know will be infinitely more rewarding than the old phase but it’s still such a struggle to spit that damn tail out!
Is there a good alchemical ritual system that exists that I could practise to help with the breaking down? Or does it just happen naturally?
Demon_Blade
The universe told me to speak to you.
There is entirely new energy afoot. It's here for healing. It will bring up all the unwanted nonsense for you to sort through. It's is your reasonability to choose what do with it.
The snake naturally sheds it's skin, but sometimes it uses a rock to help in the process .
Take notice of all your patterns. You find something undesirable to you. Do something outside of yourself to break that cycle.
Before my process I had a real problem with other people. I always had to wait on them to do things. And if they ended up not doing anything I missed out in an opportunity. That was not fulfilling to my true self. So I just took a trip in my car for about a week to the beach. I slept in it every night. I did everything I wanted to do while I was gone. For that process I would have never done that before.
You know better than anyone what you truly need to do for yourself . Create a new paradigm
Be mindful of your thoughts without judgment of them. The next step can be incredibly crazy feeling to lose your concept of self. But if you jump into the fire you will only be what you really are
As above so below. So without so with in.
Puzzleheaded
Thank you for your comments, Demon_Blade. I myself had to be dragged kicking and screaming much of the time through the ego resistance and sheer stupidity in myself by what I understood were angels, who are still very much on my case as I approach official dinosaur status - I'm 79. Little did I know what lay ahead for me when it suddenly began in early 1987, as I described earlier in this discussion thread.
Speaking of snakes, here's a "parable" I lived in 1995 with heaving heart, rivers of tears running out of my eyes and oceans of snot from my nose:
the gift …
A sleeping man dreams he sees the back of a young yogi meditating in the lotus position. Before the young yogi appear two cobras, raised up, hoods flared. One cobra is pure white, the other pure black. Both beautiful. The white cobra says to the young yogi, “We came to you once before because you were innocent, and you knew we brought a gift and you believed you had to chose one of us and you chose me.” The black cobra says, “We come before you again because you now are wise.” The yogi, now very advanced in years, weeps, chooses them both. The sleeping man, now an old man, awakens, crying.
Demon_Blade
You are welcome my friend. It is my duty to share wisdom when needed. Those willing to listen will hear.
Better not know now they never known at all.
Haha the same experience I have had. I have come to find out most call it a Kundalini awakening.
All is of one , our shadow and our light . All exist within understanding. Find balance, tune it with love.
It's beautiful to experience what this yogi has had. That moment it clicks and you are humbled to all.
Thank you for the reminder, namaste.
Puzzleheaded
I don't know if I have had a Kundalini arousal/awakening.
In the 1987 or the next year, I read Gopi Krishna's autobiographic report of his own spontaneous Kundalini arousal, which went up the left hand path? and nearly finished him off. As I recall his reporting, yogis he consulted were not helpful. Finally, he found someone who did know something and made suggestions and Gopi was able using certain internal exercises to reroute the Kundalini up the correct passage -the right?, and he rode it out.
The second book I read a few years later was by a Christian contemplative, Philip St. Romain, who had a spontaneous Kundalini arousal, about which he wrote: Kundalini Energy and Christian Spirituality. Romain was having a hard time and read some books and figured out what was going on and used some internal exercises he'd read to help the process along. He concluded the Kundalini is not a supernatural but is a suprahuman experience, which leaves someone substantially changed.
Not long after, I read some of the writings of Joseph Chilton Pearce, who, after his work with child development and books about that and other matters, took up with the yogi Muktananda, whose autobiography I also read, which includes some of his experiences with spontaneous Kundalini arousal. I personally knew several of Muktananda's American students, who said he was having sex with young women in his ashram. Anyway, Pearce wrote that the Kundalini is a natural phenomenon in all people, which in olden times rose naturally with long used rites of passage into adulthood. But as civilized views took over, the rites of passage were hindered, damaged or squashed flat, and the Kundalini stopped rising naturally in most people. Pearce was trying to change education methods and other ways of raising children to allow them to experience natural Kundalini arousal.
I read elsewhere, can't now recall the source, that contorted body postures been seen during a Kundalini arousal, and became haha yoga sought to reverse engineer arousal of the Kundalini. I did hatha yoga for years, and while it was excellent exercise, as was tai chi, I didn't experience a Kundalini arousal. Nor afterward, in all the many varied and often really wild internal experiences. did I seem to experience it.
I read another book in the early 1990s by U.G. Krisnamurti, different from Jiddu Krishnamurti. Also India native, U.G. described his search, including meeting Jiddu and they talked and U.G. told Jiddu he thought he had seen but not tasted the sugar. U.G. later moved to England, where out of the blue he had a most unusual, as he described it, opening all all seven chakaras, one at a time, bottom upward, with clearly visible physical distortions at each chakra. After which, his mind only worked when somebody or something came along that required his mind to work. People came from here and there to meet and talk with him, and he told them all what had happened to him was unique and he had nothing to offer them. Yet, he wrote some more books about the topic. Maybe he needed money?
The journey I'm on is very interactive with the human world, and with the spirit world. I once was shown, by angels I figured, internal exercises to do with my eyes closed, in which phenomena came and I embraced them, and then things happened inside and outside of me, most of it was quite spectacular and emotionally moving. That all ended with the advent of the black night of the soul in 1997, which lasted 16 months and began lifting when I moved on from the poor woman who had the bad luck to be with me when it descended upon me, leaving me feeling like half my brain or half my soul had died.
During the black night, I remained mostly aware, but was so screwed up and thought by most people to be insane, that I seldom talked about what I saw going on around me and inside of me. One friend kept having dreams about me, which showed me I was not in as bad a shape as I felt. Yet every morning, I spent about 4 hours plotting how I would kill myself the next day. Having done that exercise, I relaxed and endured the rest of the day, knowing it was my last. The next morning, the same process, arriving at the same exact way of killing myself the next day -slit my wrists with my Swiss Army knife. For nearly 16 months, that went on. Then, I left that woman, stuff started happening internally and externally, and I slowly was pull out of it.
Did I feel enlightened after that and a 4-year dark night in the early 1990s? Nope. Did things get better. Nope. Then began internal healing and other commotion caused by angels, accompanied by my being provided a new female companion, who, gosh, got her views of just about everything rearranged by what was happening to me and to her. Some of it inside of me was so terrifying that I had to have someone with me to endure it. That went on about six months. Then, a different kind of malaise, physical, came, and that went on about. 6 months. Dreams became really important - again. It got a little better, and yet another woman was provided as a companion. The angels took her through it super fast and she emerged very wide awake and a fully operational shamaness. Then, we had some very unusual experiences with angels and Jesus and Melchizedek, and we ran out of money and that led to our parting ways.
I started living on the street here and there, as I was fully aware, I thought, and oh my did I feel like as stranger in a strange land, and still do, although I now have one male friend half my age the angels are putting through a warp speed change, and it is not much fun for him. I had a male friend after after the back night, who also got put through it, but it seemed to be too much for him and he got really mad at me over something I heard and was told to tell him, and he went his own way and I am pretty sure he crossed over a few years later.
For him, me, the two women and yet two later women companions (one at a time), and this newer younger male friend, the core of the alchemy is dealing with what the human world provides for us to deal with and using our training and what the angels tell us to navigate it. That is the engine for all the rest. It resembles this and that I have read here and there, but the closest thing to it I have seen is how it went for Jesus in the Gospels and for his disciples after he moved on. Perhaps that's due to my Christian upbringing.
Muktananda wrote I think in his autobiography that he had thought he was pretty hot stuff - advanced yogi - until a real yogi did something that woke up the Kundalini in Muktananda, and then the fun began. Muktananda and perhaps other yogis followed suit and were delivering "shaktipat" to their students (sanyasans) to awaken the Kundalini in them. I knew several of those sanyasans pretty well in America, and they were struggling.
Then, there is A Course in Miracles, which I read in 1989, but did not use because I seemed to be embarked on an angel -designed course in mirrors. The core of ACIM is projection and not reacting to anything that punches our buttons.
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