The light comes on at the top of my head. It is bright,
white and steady and I know there is no cause for alarm. It is like the opening
of a skylight. I sense that a circle of benign tutelary presences has been
formed, and is beaming a communication to me. The theme is the deliberate
incarnation of a succession of adepts who teach and inspire humanity. I am able
to record the following:
“This is truth: there is a line of
spiritual masters, known to each other across the ages, who watch over humans
and are alert to the stirrings of spiritual understanding and intellectual
achievement. From time to time they take on bodies voluntarily. Their descent
into the body is both mourned and honored.
“Born remembering, they are nonetheless exposed to the phenomenon of memory loss. Unless closely supported and protected, they are feared and resented, as unnatural, as “demons”, as illegitimate bastards. Hence the stories of efforts to put them to death: of Moses in the rushes, of Asklepios exposed on the mountain. Alternatively, in some traditions they are welcomed and even worshiped, but may become pawns for greedy and ambitious theocracies.”
“Born remembering, they are nonetheless exposed to the phenomenon of memory loss. Unless closely supported and protected, they are feared and resented, as unnatural, as “demons”, as illegitimate bastards. Hence the stories of efforts to put them to death: of Moses in the rushes, of Asklepios exposed on the mountain. Alternatively, in some traditions they are welcomed and even worshiped, but may become pawns for greedy and ambitious theocracies.”
Origin: This journal entry, from New Year's morning, 1999, surfaced during one of my bouts of bibliomancy (divination by book) in my old journals. It describes an experience unfolding in the hypnopompic zone, the place between sleep and awake - prime real estate for adventurers in consciousness.
Skylight photo by RM
