ATEM-PAGES OF AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY

It was a beautiful early-Spring sunny-morning in Naples.

 It was Spring ´75,  I went for a walk, my skin was gladly warmed by the early sun-rays and the eyes glad to enjoy the brightness of everything under the sunshine.

 A black spot born in the bowels of time lurked behind the corner of the road: my wife  came to tell me the Carabinieri were searching for me, I quickly took in consideration  all the possibilities, even to run away, but somehow the sunny side of life made me confiant if not in everything else, yes in myself: I decided to face the events and went just to their encounter.

I was in my twenties, was married, two kids, and a dog, I was a rebel, some kind of rare anarchist-spiritualist-revolutionary psychedelic-painter & poet searcher after the Truth.

 I´d read pages of the poem Savitri by Sri Aurobindo and Yogananda's autobiography, weaves of renovation swept the world and that morning I was walking about with my peace pipe and my last poem in my pockets.

The two Carabinieri  stop a passing  car and intimated the driver to take us to the next police station.  I was among them in the rear seat.

Holding me as a criminal they took me inside the police station close to my house, the same police station which saw me every sunday morning in the garden in front of it with my wife, two babies and Luigi, our dog. (If the dog belonged to us or we belonged to him is a theme to develop separately).

They put on me some old fashioned handcuffs with screws and chains around  my wrists and ask me why I refused to serve the Army.

I said I had two childs and no spare time for the Army, and anyway as a pacifist I did not agree with their opinion on several matters.

 (As a matter of fact Luigi has never loved a uniform either and whenever he saw one by the stroller while with the kids he would eloquently growl as against a potential enemy).

We take you to jail because since two years now you never presented yourself to serve in the Army.
Actually I had already thrown twice the military postcard in the toilet and pulled the chain, I couldn't believe it would get so serious.
I had a very large smile in my face, I was in a kind of ecstatic trance for the sudden realization that they could imprison my body but not my spirit,   and one of them said:- You smile, this is a serious matter, nothing to laugh about!
When I answered that they could chain my body but not my ideals, that in my mind  I was forever free they look at me as to an alien and closed the door of the jail.

A few hours later I was escorted to a military prison in an official car.

The formal interrogation started asking me if I was a Jehovah's Witness or a draft dodger.

-I´m sorry but I am neither, I represent myself.

- Nay, nay, you -must- be one of those two, please choose: are you a J.´s W. or a draft dodger?

-Sir again, I do not belong to any of those groups, I just represent myself.

The policemen look at me with impatience eager to validate with a cross one of the two choices, there was not an entrance as "representing himself". 

- Are you a Jehovah's Witness?

- No I'm not.

-Then you are a draft dodger said the official glad to find a solution.

-Why didn't you show up at the Army? We´ve been searching for you two years now.

I was tempted to answer that I was not interested at all in the Army and had better things to do, but I attempted an explication so I said: You see sir, borders between nations are an artificial thing to me, in my vision of things there are no borders and no difference between humans, we all belong to the human species. If you want to serve in the Army you can do it, but as for myself I decline the requirement.

The official had an upset look at me, the interrogatory exceeded his understanding and was interrupted having me back to jail.

Two days later a literate and cult colonel was sent from the Capitol just for me in order to understand who the hell I was and what I was saying.

I answered to the same question with a larger explication seeing that my listener was able to understand my point of view when I talked about the absence of borders.

-Yes, he answered, but what would you do if the enemy would suddenly put at risk your existence and that of your family?

- There would be no enemy if there were no borders to defend. 

The colonel was a bit disappointed by my answer, evidently he had never taken in consideration the absence of borders equal to absence of enemies, he was educated firmly  believing in a motherland, in borders to defend and enemies to defeat, and now he had someone in front of him that questioned his very belief.

He seemed to get interested in my frame of mind and ask for my vision of thing, I answered I was a peaceful person interested in yoga and a spiritual transformation, moreover right in that moment my place was with my family and kids, not in the Army neither in a prison.

There was no space in the interrogation for my kind of answers, it was the first time that  someone questioned their very belief rather than defending a cult or being a fugitive.

A date for the trial was assigned and a duty solicitor came to see me.

He was an aged man, father of family, and as a father he ask me if I wanted to remain in jail till my 47th because that was  the military law in my case. I thought of my wife and childrens, I did not consider that awful perspective. He suggested me to claim my absence due to a very serious illness, in that case they had to send me back to Naples at  the military hospital  for tests, meanwhile I could reunite with my family. 

So I did and the next day I was at the hospital claiming a terrible stomach ache every time they touch my belly. They prognosticate gastritis or ulcer and send me at home for three months to see any betterment.

Next visit I played a superlative role of a person affected by a persistent stomach ache that could hardly stand on his legs and I bent in two for the pain right there and then.

They gave me three more months to enjoy with my family in an enviable health.

Back again three months later the surprised colonel at the hospital in seeing me still around  said: What the fuck, are you still here?

-Mister colonel I'm very sick, I can't eat without throwing up most of the times (that was a last-minute addition to my list of sufferings).

-Now, you get out of my sight he said, right? I don't want to see you here anymore, he stamped his signature on a piece of paper which said I was permanently unable to serve in the Army.

 My health seemed suddenly to improve while taking firmly hold of the sheet of paper and tried not to run out of sight with my health completely restored.  

So I got rid of the Army and when back home we made a small family party celebrating the issue with Luigi happily barking around all of us.

 

    

ATEM, LIFTING THE VEIL A WHILE

or: the adventure of a consciousness

He said:  I did something completely unexpected, unheard before, this action has  additioned to the different possible approaches we have with the inner divinity. It is too early to say which will be the result because in a sense, I myself am the result of that action and  as far as I know the process has not reached yet the end. 
I have stepped on virgin unxeplored land.

"Would you please explain exactly what you did ?  Students are convinced that after Sri Aurobindo there´s no unexplored land anymore".

"Mine is not related, or not directly related with layers of consciousness of a being, but with the possibilities of the being itself, in that, I have stepped in an ignored land. 
 Since thousand of years the yogui, the sadhu, the ashramite, undertook a sadhana having as supreme aim in their lives to finally release themselves on the hands of the inner divinity, the inner Self, but none has ever volitively refused the presence of the Self  having the Grace of knowing it.
 I rapresent a singularity in the field of self discovery, an "unheard-of-before" case, and it has to produce some result somewhere. Otherways it will only affect my own personal sphere and relation with the divinity, but having subtely met Sri Aurobindo and Satprem in several occasions since then, I have reasons to believe it may affect things other than myself.

"What exactly happened"?  "Could you be more explicit about the experience"?

" I had been sitting cross-legged from early dawn till sunset, unmoving the whole day.
 My mind absorbed in a silence into which could be impossible to harbour a single thought. At every breath the ecstasy renewed incessantly, submerging my whole being into an unending rapture of joy, my consciousness sat above my physical head, the Spirit expanded time into an eternal Now. A fathomless  Singular Presence which only could be God itself was the only reigning Identity.
 Than another identity arose within my breast and said to the divine Presence: I can wait after death to enjoy this Communion, while living, the miserable conditions of the human being makes me impossible to delight in this Joy.

It took hours to get the consciousness back from its seat above the head, at the same time the ecstasy slowly remitted till I got back into an ordinary consciousness.
Sitting by the pond under the stars I knew I had just made a choice which would affect my whole life.
Then suddenly  the words of Sri Aurobindo resounded within my mind: it is not for us that we do our sadhana but for the earth. Our, is the yoga of the earth.

Yes, divine Master!  How true your words! Now they where clear and meaningful as never before.

 Till then I had been looking for a personal freedom, but now that aim was not important anymore, my need had shifted from my personal sphere to assume imperfection on earth as my own incumbency, I had not a personal tread anymore, not a personal destiny anymore but bounded to the destiny of the earth. 

When Sri Aurobindo met that white infinity he remained there, went farther, I went the other way round. He went up, I went below.

I have created a singularity, in a sense, I have forced the divinity to answer and provide to such a singularity which has never produced before. The fact is that even when there was such refuse of fusion with the Self, nowadays I had reached it, that fact could not be ignored and had to produce some reaction. Hopefully I had ignited some ignored mechanism which could add a momentum to the adventure of the consciousness.

Years later, when I met Sri Aurobindo it remainded me of his period in jail in Alipore, while receiing the subtle visits of Vivekananda, I could enjoy his subtle presence and ear for several nights his teaching about the characteristics of "this consciousness", he never used any other term to describe it, not supermental, overmental or whatever, he always referred to it as "this consciousness".

You know that during one of this visits he showed me the Vision of Savitri and the future earth, which is here reported, and this, in answer to his requirement, so I can´t really say how my life is tied to His work, but there lay the evidence of a connection.

Having seen Satprem twice too, both in his subtle body, leads me to believe there is a reciprocal connection, but I am the less aware of my condition because as I said I´m exploring a singularity.

It is difficult to convey the whole of the implications of my circumstance, in part I´ve been doing it while writing in this blog, but much of what is happening is so subtle that I can hardly describe it. For instance, some of my experiences recall the ones Satprem describes, as reaching the bottom of a well with the sensation it was not possible to go farther, I found myself twice in such a well, I remember quite well the sensation, as it was not possible to dig deeper than that rocky bottom.

Another experience similar to Satprem is the one he describes in    http://flammedalterite.wordpress.com/notebooks-of-an-apocalypse/  :

  something happened... There was a slow-slow immobility in the whole body, an extraordinarily dense and powerful immobility,...and that something was totally unknown and new, without any human equivalent −.... as if one was going into something else but without moving! 

 With little difference I could describe the experience with his very words. 
In the time-line I´m much closer to Satprem than to Sri Aurobindo himself, what the Master discovered was later developed and in the course of time, perspectives and even experiences slightly differed, there where new developments, I could continue farther but I will stop here for today.

I will post next some more information, and describe some of the visits of the Master.

Akashic Records (from "Atem´s Notebooks")VII

I did not expect a farther relation with the Pharaoh.
But this time is not only an akashic register but a real life connection with some of the actors in (IV). This is the chronological report.

>> 2000
While in Auroville, a sensible perceiver tells me I was taking care of her in ancient Egypt when she was an Egyptian princess with severe health problems. She tells me I was a therapist and even tells my name at that time: Nagar. I receive that information, but it do not awake in myself any memory.
While she tells me this I have no manner to discover the truth, I recognize a strange, unexplainable sense of closeness with her, which can't rely only in the few days since we knew each other. But as I say, I don't have any kind of farther perception.

>> 2010 akashic record
I'm seeing myself as a therapist in a previous life in ancient Egypt. It seems my main occupation is taking care of a young princess. She has some important difficulty as she can't move by herself, it seems she was born like that or due to some early problems. The fact is she cannot move and depends entirely by someone who takes care of her, massage her body to avoid blood stagnation and similar therapies. I'm absolutely dedicated to this activity. Taking care of the princess is my main responsibility.
But I do it with great concern because she is one of the daughter of the Pharaoh. I'm quite familiar to the house. There are two brothers of the princess of which I seem to be the tutor, the teacher in  a group of scientific disciplines. At that moment, I can see that the the first born of the Pharaoh has about 19 years old, then the princess which may be little younger, then the last born, which is about 5 or 6 years old. (The two  young couples I describe in III are the sons of the Pharaoh,  as I'm discovering now).

[The therapist which I describe there, was myself, but at the moment of the akashic vision I had no determinant elements to be sure, so even if I thought of it, I did not mentioned that because of such uncertainty, which now in this vision is explaining me that I was actually one of the actors in number III and IV ( the therapist). Through the mental atmosphere I perceive that in that life, I stood on the side of the elder brother to be crowned Pharaoh, and it seems for that reason I've gained some hostility from the younger.]

>> 2010
Circumstances are such  that in this life and in 2010, I had to meet again the two young brothers of the princess, this time incarnated in modern  human beings. I have this sudden perception one day when the three of us coincide in the same place. Even, the voice of the elder brother has still some of its previous characteristics.
So that in this actual life, for unknown circumstances I've met again the three brothers, though each carrying a separate life in different countries on earth. I've noticed the two brothers had an instinctive attraction towards each other and later on they became friends, but they are not realizing that previously they were brothers.

Akashic Records (from "Atem´s Notebooks")VI

It's a room, there are several maps on the walls which represent human history at incredible ancient times, I immediately -know- by simply looking at them that they are authentic revelatory treasures faithfully representing, separately, the movement of different races over the globe, or the history of their settlement in that specific countries, one is representing the general conditions of a great battle which happened somewhere will full details on land, armies etc,.
I came to the sudden conclusion that one has to be qualified in order to get out of the maps their whole potentiality as it seems possible inter actuate with them with a focused attention or a skill it seems I do not dispose at that moment, as to me they remain immobile.
At present I'm facing only one of them.
 In a sense it's very simple (it must be a learning tool which tries to awake subtle perception, because the closer maps show progressive complexity).
There is the drawing of a man on the left of the map, there is an arrow which starts at his feet going westward toward a territory which would resemble the American continent, then this arrow separate into three different arrows with a man each.
I immediately get the sense of the main stream of a race successively dividing into three subsidiary streams while they advance in time and territory.
 I´m quite convinced they must be the ancestors of the Indian tribes of North, Central, and South America, though they seems not original there but proceeding from the East.

The drawings could have been done by a Mayan or Toltec, as it's quite similar to the characteristic way they represent human beings in that cultures. When I focus on them they move.
 But that simple lecture has a whole lot of additional information attached to it,
 because the first man is represented ornamented with elements of the vegetable world and with feathers and bones, while the other three have culturally separated and each is distinctly ornamented, one of them only with bones, another one only wears feathers, and the third one is adorned only with elements of the vegetable world.
I'm witnessing the original stream of a race which in the course of time separated into three distinct cultural identities, and I immediately size the fact that they have differentiated by giving different value to their relation with life and nature. The "People of the Bones" is referring to a culture which mainly set on blood-shedding both for aliment or in their rituals, death/bones represented a fundamental link with life (survival) and it placed them as Lords or officers of the Death, somehow degenerated in a cult of the Death and the power of inflicting death to the victim (either sacrificial or for aliment) which later on was still one of the main aspects in more recent cultures, the arrow was the lowest one as signalling it initially spread in south America.

The central arrow directed towards central territories, and I got immediately the sense that  the "People of the Feathers", represented there, was the stream which most carried the spiritual heritages of the main stream, and a relation with  the sacredness of life as they bent to discover a relation of themselves with the cosmos and the subtle laws, they would be then the astronomer, the builder, and the feathers referred to the frugality of the food as well, as they did not plant or kill to survive, but survived as birds would, with little interference on surrounding life.
The third arrow described a curve towards the North and the man was ornamented with  small bunches of grass on its ears and upper-arm bracelets with green leaves and other vegetable elements on himself as adorn. It evidently referred to a subsidiary stream which focused more in its relation with the vegetable world for survival, using agriculture, and probably discovering and using the natural cycles of plants and Nature or possibly the healing powers of the plants.

I should say here, that I had the impression, possibly wrong, that this main stream existed with independence of other contemporary racial main streams. So it has not to be considered as the origin of -all- the races but of a particular stream within the general appearance of differentiated races of human beings.

Akashic Records (from "Atem´s Notebooks") IV

February 1997
(location: upper most polar regions,(Greenland?), approx. date: 15000 BC -probably during last glaciation)

I´m seeing Earth from space. The position of the lands do not resembles at all  the image my mind still keep into the memory while I'm watching.
Right in the middle it seems there is a tongue of sea which separate two blocks of lands, but I can't keep my attention on the details, as seemingly, is not that the reason for the vision, but instead, my attention is attracted by the upper part of the globe, which is covered by huge extensions of ice. Then slowly I'm approaching a region within it, it seems progressively covered by ice but the last southern tongue of it, where some people is surviving. My consciousness slowly zooms in on the southernmost tongue of land of what looks like a big island or a greater piece of land now freezing and covered with ice. I see somewhere remains of what once could have been a forest, dead naked tree trunks strangled by the ice.

It is but a village of solid wooden houses of  assembled trunks, and smoke is getting out of the roofs, it is a village of fishermen, as it is very close to the sea and there are a few solid boats which incredibly resembles that of later Vikings, only, probably a bit smaller.
I´m quite astonished because I believe there are no evidence of human life during the Ice Age, less in that upper polar regions, and much less, a race of skillful sailors  which built solid boats in that peculiar nut-shell shape typical of the Vikings, so that in a sense, or rather in the true sense, those people are the ancestors of the later Vikings.

The Land is almost fully covered with ice, and only this tiny tongue of land seems relatively free from snow and ice, and it is evident they are having very hard times to survive.
Then suddenly they appear. The whole inhabitants of the village are descending towards the sea all covered with skins of animals, and while approaching me I realize they are quite tall and solid people all blond and long haired, I was expecting they would look a bit as hominids, but I'm surprised to be wrong: they look quite as the historical Vikings!
So I wonder how much time that race was there already before it could evolve in almost modern physical type. I get the sound fact that this race is the prototype and ancestor of any blond descendant. I'm astonished of the mysteries of this book of Nature which reveals me such lessons.
They are quite close to me now, an older man seems to impart the last instructions to a small group  of solid men evidently disposing themselves to leave on a boat, as some fellow is already charging and securing the provisions.

Warm embraces and tears in the eyes of some woman, and though I don't understand a word of what they say, yet I'm getting the whole sense of their responsibility and the whole drama of it.
The ice are covering inexorably the land threatening their survival.
This handful of intrepids is sailing towards an unknown adventure in search of a land where all of them may survive.They will see themselves obliged to leave the land they ever inhabited or face death.
Their whole life, the very stream of their race depends from the exit of the mission, would they die in the sea, all of them would die too, and all the race disappear.
So the men feels  invested with the sacred mission to save their race. The only thing they know, as the elder says, is that if they proceed always eastward, they will get again at their sailing place. And is from that direction that all the village will be waiting for their return.
With incredible skill the men set the sail advancing into open sea pushed by the strong favorable wind.
I'm learning it is the first time ever of a circumnavigation of the globe, occurred during the Ice Age with those men. It is an event of relevance in the akashic registers as one of the greatest achievements of this race. As it were a special page with a special mention of this fact, a page to which I'm freely acceding.
Now I see the men sailing  always eastward, never too far from land, which in this occasion is but an interminable series of narrow, threatening fjords that deeply enters into land. But somehow they are sailing forward searching for a sea route and safe land for their people. It is great the determination in their eyes, they are sailing in a difficult trip, but they will sell very expensive their life, and they make such a precious group of solid will that is really moving considering their difficulties.

Time has passed in the village. Every day someone is on guard to see any boat in the distance. They are faithfully waiting for them to appear among the foamy waves.
Then a day, a loud cry breaks the silence of the village, everybody is running out of their house to the shore with smiles and tears signaling each other the dark spot advancing on the sea. I can see the faces of the sailors and their large smiles, and again that of the people on land, reassured of their survival, then everything disappear.

Akashic records (from " Atem´s Notebooks") III

October 2009
(location: Egypt, no date established)

It is a stepped pyramid of modest dimensions in a sea of small yellow dunes.
Now I can see the entrance, there is a little path from which the sand has been removed, I realize the Pyramid is partly covered by the sand which made it look smaller. It must have been built in very remote times, as its steps are deformed by the erosion. One of its walls is directly facing the sun which suggests me to be oriented with the Cardinal Points.
Without solution of continuity I found myself within the Pyramid. It is a large room summoned in the shadows. The walls are totally covered by a tick black layer of dust and smoke everywhere, even the floor, exception made for a narrow path where it had been brushed out.
I´m giving my back to the entrance, so the sunny wall of the Pyramid is at my right. So at my right I see among the shadows a large number of Boats of Horus, they must have got out of use hundred of years before and abandoned there, the closest to where I am are bigger and looks of relative recent fabric, of painted wood and about two meters long, but  the older, equally covered by the same dust, looks quite primitive, just bunches of steams and some piece of wood, and are noticeably smaller then the other.
On the opposite side of the room, a stone pathway descends in the depths of the Pyramid. The deep silence of the place is broken by the sound of feet walking on the stone floor, so I turn towards the entrance to see the new comer.
My heart jump with delight! Is the same Pharaoh of few days before, I appreciated a lot his person and was worried to have lost (akashic) contact the previous time, and I am immensely glad to see him again! He do not seem to perceive me, so I look at him openly while is approaching.
Poor Pharaoh! He is aged now, and walks slowly, but his head...is firmly looking in front of him.
He doesn't have any sign or symbol of his status, he wears an old cloth and is bare feet, his head perfectly shaved. Astonishingly enough, demonstrating to me the great humility of the Pharaoh, the cloth seems the only thing he possess. I know it is a secret language to the Great Doer admitting his own littleness, and assuming himself as the last of the server.
The Pharaoh is indeed a great figure and I´m moved in perceiving the greatness of his heart.
While he advances he gets out of the pathway reaching the Boats of Horus close to where I am. If I want I can touch him, but still he seems not perceiving my presence. He looks to the boats for a long while and me too with him. Really that boats are representing the steps in the evolution of their culture, from a nearly shepherd's to a more cultured and artistic expression.

But now, the silence is broken again by sounds of bare feet on the floor. The Pharaoh do not even bother to turn himself and continue watching the boats, but I turn with curiosity towards the entrance.
A priest shaved-head and but a small orange tunic till is knees, is somehow heavily taking is way down the stony depths. It is evident he has not make any renounce as the Pharaoh, his belly wrestling with the tight tunic deletes his predilection for food and soft life.
He has a bowl with water into his hands and is followed by a little group of adolescents which orderly form a file behind the priest.
They are totally naked but for a little perizoma and the whole of their body is painted in lively colours with big flowers and green leaves. Each of them is carrying green leaves and freshly recollected flowers of different kinds.
The priest do not even salute the Pharaoh, instead, a moment before he disappears in the depths, he turns towards the elder expressing with his eyes a deep resentment and a clear opposition, together with a sense of petulant superiority. Then he disappears followed by the youths with their nice ornamental drawings.

The Pharaoh has not moved at all, totally absent to the little procession evidently directed towards an inner sanctuary. But it seems as the eyes of the priest have launched a poisonous arrow, as I see him suddenly vacillate and hold himself by the boat, and there, as appeared from nowhere, the therapist of the previous vision is there as well, holding his Master avoiding him to fall into the boat. The therapist is older as well, he looks now on his fiftieths, head shaved as always and wearing a little tunic but this time is yellow with drawings of flowers on it. It must be a special  seasonal recurrence for the large presence of flowers.
The man is thinner then the last time I meet him, and I can see in his eyes a deep devotion for the elder and a great concern for his health, but I seem to read as well, in a corner of his eyes, the unavoidable next disappearance of the great Pharaoh.
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The Master of Wisdom and the Apprentice visionary (III)

That night, as soon my body fell asleep, I found myself awake on the "other side".  I only lost consciousness for a few  moments while the physical body fell asleep, because I hadn't  acquired yet the necessary skill to keep conscious the whole transition, but from that moment on, the physical body continued sleeping while I remained awake. At all the effects, I had never fall asleep.

I was, as to say, a body of consciousness, my mental faculties where all there intact in the transition, and more: now I had a conscious acquaintance and access to a limitrophe condition of being and space of existence.

I would call it a mental body, in a mental space or level.                                                   

This necessary introduction doesn't make any justice to the speed of the process because within moments  as soon as I was aware of the transition, I started a spontaneous ascent into that blue mental atmosphere charged with a whitish fog everywhere, till I remained suspended in the middle of nowhere. 

I concentrated all my attention around me and through that fog, but there was nothing else than that fog. 

Then, an inner injunction alerted me to increase attention, and when I did an invisible swirl at the level of my eyes pierced that fog, and suddenly I saw them. 

It was a circle of beings not far from me.
They were handsome.
They looked all male, with black hair till the base of the neck, all dressed with a blue robe which left their right arm uncovered as the Buddhist monks, or rather,  as the ancient gods in Renaissance paintings or Greek representations.
 The color of their skin was of a pale shade of blue. 

They looked like gods or higher beings of some rank, certainly of a very noble nature, and seemed at ease levitating in the middle of nowhere.

At first I felt somehow embarrassed to present myself there uninvited, and for a moment didn't know what to do, but the next moment I heard a warm, unison telepathic welcome and the invitation to join the group.

In that fog, I had not many options left but join the unfamiliar circle of six or seven, sharing a common telepathic channel and taking part in their activity.

In that new condition of perception, I could appreciate that in spite of their physical similarity, inwardly they each had quite a different and exquisite personality.

Their main interest was an object floating in the middle of the circle.

At first sight it looked like the seed of a plant, big as a dish and open in two halves.

Soon my attention was attracted by one of them saying something like: "At this point, we should say too, that...(don´t remember anymore the whole sentence), in so saying he  uplifted his right arm making a gesture as taking the whole mental concept as "from high", then his arm descended toward the seed with a mudra of his fingers, placing the concept into the seed.

"But then", said another one, "if we say this, we should also say..." (again don´t remember the whole sentence), but he does the same gestures as the previous one, till a number of them give their opinion.

At that point it had become clear that these beings were mental beings of some sort and they were dealing with thoughts and concepts, they could create coherent lines of thoughts, while seeming to have access to some kind of  invisible "mental reservoir" of concepts of different kind, dealing with them with an absolute coherence which I can clearly follow, and then putting them into the seed.

At that point the seed itself attracted  more my attention and I focused on it.

What did look like a seed, looked now a typewritten sheet of paper with sentences on it, and for a few moments I asked myself how was it possible that in such perfection of beings and concepts, things could not be better arranged than presenting a paper seemingly written with an old typewriting machine with some letter out of line. Me too had one such machine with that same regretful defect.

I made an extra effort in order to focus exactly on the sense of the whole writing, but then, I could not avoid a sudden and deep surprise!

The written page was exactly an article of mine on certain aspects of the integral yoga (of Sri Aurobindo) which I myself was writing at that moment! And the defects I detected on the page were those of my own typewriting machine!

That sudden, incredible awareness made me literally fall badly down back into my body again, waking up immediately.

I went to the table, the sheet of paper was still on the roller in all similar, even in the defects of imprints, to the one I just saw. 

That morning, when I sat again to my table in front of the typewriter with the intention to conclude the article, my mind went again to that unknown fellows of the mental world, I asked myself if they were around me invisible and I tried to reflect their observations, which after all was mine as well because I started writing it even before knowing of their existence.

I believed to be the only author of the article,(it was one about the future abolishing of physical death) but now it seemed as other beings had taken part in styling it, only one thing was not clear at that moment: if this happen with any people concentrated and writing on "spiritual matters", or it was a more punctual relation.

For their look and behavior, and for the situation in itself, later I found a mention of similar beings by  Mother (Mira Alfassa) when she mentioned a bluish being at Satprem´s back (citation needed), which she identified as a Muse, incidentally Satprem was at that time writing a book on integral yoga.

This curious association of my article with mental bluish beings  doesn't end here, and it has an incredible follow, since it became the very only physical element I had to verify if my encounters with Sri Aurobindo were real. 

In fact, not much later, I started to have a series of contacts with Sri Aurobindo while being into my subtle body at night. 

The experiences with the Master had been of such a tenor, that I hardly believed truly happened.
On one occasion, he showed me images of a far future,  and even if a part of me firmly believed,
I admit the rational part had severe doubts, it had been such an astonishing experience that I rather tough I'd fall into some great hallucination.
But it ought not to be so.
At the following night, as soon as the body fell asleep and I recovered my mental body, I experienced a sudden fast movement as I were traveling or moving through space at incredible speed.
The travel ended up in India. I immediately recognized the light that lights the Indian noons. I had been there physically several times before, and there was nothing that could have mis-leaded me.
I landed in a room with a window open on a patio with a typical Indian tree and abundant green vegetation.
A man was sitting at a table by the window giving his back to me.
The man was evidently alive and immersed in reading something.
I was at a time surprised to be there and ashamed of being there without the man noticing my presence into his room, as I felt I had invaded his own private space without announcing myself. The next moment Sri Aurobindo appeared at my right side.
My surprise grew in size and I was almost to verbalize it when the Master made a silent gesture to keep quite and observe what was happening.
So I did.
I could perceive a psychological atmosphere surrounding the man, and from where I was, I could see enough of his face to be quite sure he was European. I became aware we were in Auroville.
What attracted me mostly was that peculiar mental atmosphere that surrounded the man.
I could clearly perceive he was of an inquisitive mood, rather critical of the work he was reading, I could clearly sense he was searching for "heretic thinking", as he had invested himself with the authority to decide whether the writing was an orthodox or  an heretic one.
But it resulted a vitiated way of judging since the start, as it spread around him the mentioned  mental atmosphere that was really unpleasant to perceive, and in addition to it, though he seemed quite bent to intellectually recognize a high value to the teaching of the Master, he had no perception at all of the presence of the Master at his back, as he never demonstrated any degree of perception of it but continued undisturbed in his activity.
I turned my eyes a moment toward Sri Aurobindo as for assuring myself I was giving attention to the right things he had call my attention on, then I leaned over the shoulder of the man in order to see what he was reading, and...oh surprise!
He was reading the same article which I had written months earlier when I had had the experience with the mental beings intervening in my article.
I had quite a lot to be surprised with!
I had literally my mouth open but no sound coming out of it, too many questions at a time.
I stood silently observing the Master, waiting for a clarifying answer, but he didn't say a word, only made a gesture with his fingers and the hand as to say: this is how things they are.
At the next moment I wake up again in my body. In Europe.
My article had appeared on a review which I sent to a friend of mine in Auroville. Supposedly, he had given it to the European man to read. I had only one thing to do. Get there physically and ask my friend if such and such a man had any chance to read my article. And if he was in Auroville, try to see him.
And I did. I took a plane and went to Auroville decided to shed some light on the subject.
Having familiarity with my friend, I informed him of my experience in my subtle body in Auroville with the Master, and my need of discovering if the experience had been authentic or was just pure imaginations.
You may understand that the "European man" of my subtle visit had the keys to many of my doubts.
Then my friend asked me to describe the man reading the article.
"Oh, yes", said him after the description, "you have described X. In fact X has been here as a guest, and I gave him the review with your article. I perfectly remember this. He is now at"... (and said a locality in Auroville)...

Back in Europe, I was confronted with some facts of which I could not negate the evidence.
If the last experience with Sri Aurobindo in Auroville was authentic, and it was because the man existed, then all the other experiences with the Master had been authentic, as they all happened during a sequence of some fifteen days or so, and all happened while I was in my subtle body, and as a consequence, my perception of the subtle body was authentic too, though  difficult to prove. 
And If the experiences with the Master were true, then also what he showed me (the future of the earth) had to be considered true and meaningful, as well as what Sri Aurobindo told me in that occasion.
In fact, a moment before to show me the images of the future earth, he told me: "I wish you do something for me".
And was exactly these words I had the most urgent need to verify if they were my hallucination or were true.
But I had not alternative left then believe all had been true.
So that truly the Master had invested me with a requirement.
He had set up a personal relation with me!
But he never told me in clear words what he expected me to do for him.
He left me some clue: the article was a recurrent item in different experiences, I had nowadays a tendency to write, so possibly it could be related with his request.
The very experience in the subtle body in Auroville with Him at my side, had alerted me somehow of how my writings could be received by certain people in the occurrence I would make them public. If I was going to write something about integral yoga, I had not to aspect always a warm indiscriminate welcome.
I also believed to understand, that my writings received some kind of assistance in unknown mental levels I happened to have unconscious access.Who were that bluish beings in the middle of nowhere?
Why they had a relation at all with my writings?
Were they kind of guardians or residents or even gods of higher mental levels whom I happened to meet? A predestined meeting? A purposeful meeting?
I hadn¨t yet all the answers, but the few I had convinced me to continue investigating on the reasons to meet Him and the nature of His wish.        

The Master of Wisdom and the Apprentice visionary (II)

The final message of "a work to be done" of the invisible fellow had not been clarifying  on the nature of the work, but as I was absolutely awake during his visit, and seen the considerable effect of his touch on my whole body which I could not ignore, it made me absolutely incapable of imagining whatever.
A series of seemingly fortuitous circumstances led me just in that place, isolating myself into a wild nature, and opening a parenthesis in my laboral life which I tough I owed to myself anyway, so I took the determination to continue alone there and see what happen and rejoice of nature around me and the opportunity.
Beside of conducing a very healthy life, without electricity or gas, my nights started to get full of events in which I made acquaintance of my subtle body and its functioning.
While my physical body would continue sleeping, I would get unexplainable awake in consciousness into my subtle body and led to experience in several manners with that body, most of the time with some instructor and together with a small group of other people which I interpreted as receiving a similar training.
This group which was sometimes smaller or bigger where taken into places in the subtle world where is released instruction.
Other times the whole group would be taken at the subtle counterpart of physical places on earth to show us some points of an instruction, other we where taken in places with extraordinary inventions, namely, one of them was the subject of our instruction.
I would say it was a subtle replica of some invention which would later appear on the material plane. The one in question consisted in belts and electrodes connected to a screen, when a person sat, the screen would devolve a visual colored aura of the emotional sphere located in the heart area.
The teaching in itself was not on the apparatus but on the different aura we where shown illustrating what meant the differences.
The last example was of a young woman.
In this last case the area was totally black and refractory to any color, we could not appreciate in the face of the woman any visual indication of that fact, she seamed a rather current person, and yet, her heart zone was totally obscured, as she had taken the decision at a moment of her life to willingly shut herself from any heart expression.

At a certain date the group was required to join in a larger group which formed a wide subtle circle in the air. I saw a number of souls ascending within the circle and understood they were women and children mostly which lives had been abruptly severed in earth right then and needed our support to mitigate the consequences on them of that tragic happening. We surrounded all of them in their way up in a warm circle of love.
Later on I learnt that an American missile had exploded into a bunker in the Iraq war, and a big number of women and children had been killed.

Such kind of unconscious training went on till a day I had a pavorous accident which came to put a point to that idyllic condition.

I shouldn't lose by sight why I´m informing you about this, so of this accident I prefer to say it was a pretext.
Only a person whom underwent a similar experience may fully understand what happened at that moment.
It has been called the Night of the Soul.
Sri A. referred to it in Savitri

Akashic Records (from " Atem´s Notebooks") II

October 2009
(location: Egypt, no date established)

It is a room of thick walls oriented to South,  the noon light is entering through  a large unframed window. By its side are seats and a rectangular table around which a small group of women and men sit, as taking part in an important reunion. All of them seem to belong to the Royalty but even so they make not any ostentation of it, and most seems wearing gems with therapeutic and astrological purpose only. Just below the window sit two young couple, one of them just a bit older, the women are dressed one in green and the younger in a deep blue cloth, both men wear clothes of a neutral ocher. Notwithstanding their young age both couples give the impression to be quite austere and dedicated to some kind of spiritual discipline. The seats at the opposite side of the table is occupied by four men, they look like counselors and their dress is equally austere as the previous, least one of them, evidently a therapist, with shaved head, bare breasted and just a short orange tunic to his knees.

The gathering is presided by an elder man which stands by them and to whom all look with great respect. He looks like a renouncer, an ascetic and thin figure covered with a white-old cloth clean but gray for the use, bare feet and shaved head, not even a single ring and yet I understand they are facing the Pharaoh in person. It is evident he is a man whom has undergone an austere spiritual discipline, and rather as their Pharaoh they look at him as their spiritual Master of whom all seem disciples.
Notwithstanding his austere look, the simple and mild endeavor of the Pharaoh allow certain familiarity to the gathered, which seem not affected by his high status were not for their eyes, that denote a great respect for the elder not so much for being their Pharaoh but for the evident greatness of his spirit. It results evident that only the Pharaoh has realized the perfect Renounce, and his authority is naturally consented by all for his high spiritual attainments, and yet he endeavour as a father among them.
Presently, the conversation is related with the cult. For some reason I'm perfectly able to understand what they say and their thoughts are clear and unmistakable. They are considering that the cult among the common people has became an exterior form without any inner meaning. They are analyzing the situation. To the Pharaoh and the little group, quite learned figures whom can write and read and have access to the Annals and the different teachings, the cult is not a mere devotional attitude or superstitious beliefs, to them is the filial respect they nurture for the Great  Conceiver in discovering through the exact science -mathematics- some fundamental law which rules the Cosmos. It is a mathematics of divine origin applied by them to the sky and the earth, symbolized and revealed by them, the Revealers.

Great sages for thousands of years before them had look to the skies deciphering the stellar hieroglyphics. The universe revealed them the Great Doer and they were mere spectators and interpreters, it was not a superstitious cult, it was an authentic recognisement of a Great Presence.
In these words the Pharaoh posed the terms of the talking, and he continued:- But our people has not the power to understand these laws. They are simple minded, uncultured, they can't read, and cannot get any benefit from the Chronicles or from our scientific-religious writings.
At some moment in our history, it became necessary to enhance with anthropomorphic symbols these truths. Even so, during the centuries that shapes became void of any meaning and lost their importance among the people. The public sacrifices to that anthropomorphic truths, were at the beginning able to drive the emotion of the people evoking some kind of religious feeling. In the actuality they have ended up as something to which almost nobody concur, and to the few they fail anyway in evoking any devotion nor do improve the intellect or the ethic of the people. At this moment, this is the situation.
So, the question is: "What to do in order to awake a true interest of the people for their Creator"?
The gathered express their opinions. They debate their theories among themselves exposing the respective weak points in an increasingly perfecting way till a certain point, in which everybody stills and look the Pharaoh in the eyes. After his introductory exposition he has taken part in the conversation only for brief moments, sometime to rectify an historical date or a fact, others, to lead the talk with just a few words.
He remains in silence as resuming all were said, trying to get a definite sense to the question and the opinions released around the table. When he speaks, he does it in a very mild manner. He's leading them to consider that  the true cult only can be realized by a cultivated heart.
-A well cultivated and exercised mind- he says -can reach to conceive the Great Doer, to whom, just because of this understanding, would love-.
-Somehow the essential thing is Love. Some day- he continued- the idols of the cult will not be anymore idols of the mind but idols of the heart.
They will emphasize the qualities of  love more then that of understanding. He refers to astronomical calculation and prophecies in the Annals which foresaw a combination of stars cross shaped aligned with the sidereal horizon. According to the Annals that will be the announcer of the next forthcoming in the Cosmos of a great spring of Love and divine Knowledge.
-The ancient Annals are safeguarded in a temple and are not among the texts of more frequent consultation, anyway, the calculations are there-.
The two young couples  as seems the case now and then) openly dissent on the opportunity there to undust ancient prophecies either authentic or symbolic since in the whole, they say, religion has taken to the present situation. They consider that whatever decision has to be taken starting from the present moment, and renouncing once for all to the tradition.
Some of the counselors keep silent, another one and the therapist seem bent toward the opinion of the Pharaoh to review the calculations before taking any decision, but the majority seem not to be of the same opinion. It is decided to form a commission presided by the Pharaoh as main councilor, since he is the most prepared among them for the revision of the documents.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nimrud_lens

When the commission ends its work the Pharaoh order a translucent lens(1) of about 1mt in diameter to be installed in the little tower on the roof of the palace.  The tower looks like a little telescope in bricks. One night, the leather which covers the lens is removed and the Pharaoh take sit inside the tower.
I can witness how in the lens some constellation reverberate as points of light which have incremented their brilliance.
And there at the lowest part of the lens appears the cross, four stars that shine more then others, with the longer segment  perfectly aligned with the horizon. The revision of the calculations has proved the authenticity of the ancient predictions, assuring at the same time the next coming of that Great Consciousness, as correctly interpreted by the ancient astronomers. I see as the Pharaoh gets up as willing to let the others witness his discovery, but then I lost contact. (A few days later I had another vision which indirectly explained what later happened).
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(1) I´m not an expert on optics, I´m a scribe which only registers akashic visions, and for a certain time I believed this part of the vision to be wholly symbolical, as I could not make up my mind ancient Egyptians had astronomical devices as lens etc.
Not much later someone advanced that ancient people could have made lenses out of ice, reason for which lenses cant be found. I don't know if such a thing is possible, but the Greeks had big lens which could burn up the enemy ships. It seems reasonable they made them out of ice, as even a small lens made out of ice may light a fire if focused with the sun. Greeks learned a deal from Egyptians, and possibly they came to the knowledge of how to produce big ice lenses.

Akashic Records (from " Atem´s Notebooks") I

(approx. date 1964)
( location: Atlantic Ocean, poss. Canary Islands area, no date could be established)

I´m a point of bodiless consciousness suddenly appearing at the side of a stone shelter on the border of a road made of large blocks of white polished stone.
In front of me there are low naked hills and a supernatural silence everywhere, there are no sounds of birds or insects, nor any visible life around me but for weak plants which seems suffering from an obstinate drought, there is no any sign of water on that dry land.
A kind of intuitive knowledge tells me I'm watching the planet earth at  unmemorable time, a page of earth history lost in the past. I'm trying to perceive something else beside the monotonous surrounding, but nothing else is calling my attention. The road is a long thread which cross the country from NE to SW, the blocks are skillfully assembled and give the impression of being there since thousands of years.

Then something breaks the silence appearing suddenly from the far NE. It is a large group of people proceeding along the road among unfamiliar wagons pulled by oxen. I'm full of expectancy to see who they are, or understand why I'm here, but especially, to see if I'm visible to them, because I know yet little of this new condition and do not clearly understand if I am an invisible observer or people do actually see me with a body(1). The sound of the wheels on the road is increasing now and I can start to hear the steps of the people around the wagons as they approach, in spite of the noise I can't hear human voices, they proceed in an absolute silence.
There is a clear tough invisible mental atmosphere(2) surrounding the group while it advance and is about to reach me. Something threatening is happening ahead the road, something which endangers their own life and obliged them to leave their lands, the regret, the insecurity to save their life, even an anthem on that whole race is so thick in the air that I unfailingly perceive it in all its tragedy.
And now the noise is so great while the huge wheels screeches on the stones, a few men precede the group and two big molosses(3) on their side, the wooden wagons have all two unusually big wheels, and some women with newborn and other elders and children sit on the top with serious semblances, one after the other men dogs oxen and wagons pass at my side but none seems to notice me.
All the people has black hair and white skin, there are no blond or brown hair, they have all solid and strong bodies and most of them wears Andean-type hats with wings sheltering the ears, I'm noticing all their dresses are from a white ocher to brown, but no black or white or coloured as yellow red or blue, I'm asking myself if their eyes can actually -see- colours as we see them now. The dogs and oxen of large horns are all of a grey colour, dogs are big and strong, some even carry goods on little sleds tied to their shoulders, as I´ve seen horses carrying goods among red Indians. None is proffering a word. Even new born keep silent and don't cry as feeling the dramatic atmosphere. I perceive they are directed towards the Capitol ahead the road which I can't see from there, but I can grasp some mental image they have in their mind, a wide populated city at the border of the sea with harbor and ships. There they presume may found some security.

Then all of them have passed along the road, one or two hundred people and some twenty wagons, and I´m alone again. Now I unwillingly start moving  displacing myself along the road as flying at a couple of meters on the air. I'm preceding towards the land they have abandoned, kilometers and kilometers of flat land and low hills with absolutely no trees in the whole landscape.
From the borders of the road starts cultivated land but the crops and the land seems have suffered from a prolonged drought which has left its signal on the weak steams.

Then, after a group of hills the scene opens on an horrifying spectacle. At a distance, a series of  volcanoes are in eruption at the same time, they must be three or four, and it seems if the very doors of  hell have opened shut wide.
Huge clouds black, white or grey with fiery borders are invading the skies, the volcanoes are vomiting a relentless flow of fire and lava and destruction everywhere and the upheaval is so strong that whole peaces of the volcanoes breaks up and precipitate in a disastrous avalanche of stones and fire either on the land or into the sea.
Then something even tremendous takes places as in a giant cry the hugest of the volcanoes erupts an incandescent flow of lava and broken almost in two halves, one of them ruinously sliding at a side. The scene is so frightful that I even fear for my life, which seem the very reason for the vision to disappear and I'm in the body again.
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(1) it is a frequent condition in akashic vision not to be able to situate exactly oneself in relation with what is seen, as an observer or an actor.
(2) mental, or psychological atmosphere surrounding persons or events is frequent in akashic vision and in subtle perception. From there it is possible to extract additional information which is latent and not explicitly at view.
(3) the dogs had an extraordinary resemblance with the actual Canary Dog, muscled and strong headed, but they were even a bit taller, tremendous and powerful animals.

The Subtle Body

Mother and Sri Aurobindo spoke quite clearly of the subtle body and subtle world.
But in order to avoid it remain an intellectual knowledge one needs to prove it to himself.
After all it is not about learning but -being- that transformation and knowledge.
So we don´t have any other option then discover it of first hand.
It also means not being afraid to investigate the eventual value of any other useful information.
I found myself a lot of help in the teaching of the Agni Yoga, based almost in its totality on teaching released on subtler levels, with words as "the Subtle Realm" and "the Fiery Realm", which, to a no-discriminating mind may immediately recall its resonance with the "subtle world" and "supermental world" of Sri Aurobindo.
The reason why it ought to be so are evident but is not of our momentary concern, as we are talking of the subtle body.
When I started to experience "conscious sleep", it was evident a number of things.
The first was that the physical body was sleeping.
The second, was that the subconscious as well was dreaming.
If I wanted to, I could see it as a lower mental appendix of my consciousness, attached to me, but with a certain degree of reciprocal independence.
I was not affected at all for the dreams the subconscious was dreaming, I could see them as on a screen if I wanted to see them, but I could just ignore my subconscious and continue with my experiences.
So, I left behind physical body and subconscious.
Then, I found myself as a nucleus of consciousness, a mental being.
I had all the mental faculties of normal wake consciousness  plus this condition of lack of physicality.
But it was not only -who- I was, but also -where- I was.
It was certainly a space, but not a physical space, rather a mental space, without true objects and dimensions but certain basic blue hues everywhere which was not a flat thing but a "space". It was "things" in its potentiality, they weren't there, but at any moment that space would open on something one has to know or remain just as an unseen possibility.
I would not see any subtle envelope of this mental body/mental being which I was, and yet, in some occasion, if the circumstance needed it, a subtle replica of my physical body would be formed, otherwise, the tendency was getting back to formless mental substance.
That subtle body was not a temporary invention, but had a complete reciprocity with the physical body.
Something like you can fold out and unfold at request, but not of an -essential- presence: to be just that nucleus of consciousness was pretty enough for whatever.
It also gained somehow, as it seemed to share some kind of superior intuition, and even subtler senses, which infallibly told the truth of anything happening there.
I normally did not see either a "body of light", or a "nervous body", or any subtle envelope for the circulating prana and the chakras, though this too, would appear in some concrete occasion, otherwise its presence would remain occult.

***

As a consequence of my own perception, (then having value only for me), had I to make parallelism with the descriptions in the integral yoga, I would say that the mental body or mental being of this yoga, was without doubt my own experience of being that formless consciousness.
The "subtle physical" of the integral yoga, would specifically refer to that subtle replica of my physical body and even that "body of light", which would or not appear as necessary, but the word -subtle body- would not refer to something in itself but -the totality- of these more subtle parts.
So that a -subtle body- in itself do not exist, but refers to that larger compendium.
At least, those my own conclusions.

Commentaries on "The Vision"

During the vision I understood the historical reasons why it had to be in Russia and in the U.S.A. where would develop the fundamental elements of that significant change.
In Europe, it was in Russia in its highest degree were the consciousness of the collectivity, of the nation as a human group had reached a significant self-identity.
In the USA, another side of that collective consciousness had grown, the constitutional identity, the civil right, and was there were the legal frame of change was envisioned.
Those two aspects of national identity in its purest forms, are meant to be the collective features of humanity as a whole, and they genuinely represent the expression of the Self of the nation. The growth of the collectivity into a Self, is an unavoidable circumstance of which those two countries are precursors.

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The Vision had a sequence and a structure.
It was revelatory and symbolic at the beginning, then markedly akashic in the middle, while towards the end the three aspects melt together.

***

I had no elements but a subtle sense to understand it was in Russia: in the vision, I perceived the people was in the same historical physical places where another important manifestation of national identity had occurred.

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Revelatory: it is a dialog of primordial divine forces in which man is an accessory part. A mere observer.
Symbolic: it becomes a dialog of that forces with the man, a language of symbols.
Akashic: it is more strictly related with Matter, Nature, Man, and mostly in an  sequential, historical perspective.

***

 I could not avoid to fall on the similarity of mine:

 "I could see now as all the voices of humanity had arose in a single cry of joy all over the planet at the same time", and the words of the young man in Mother's 2nd vision:

The valiant host of evolving supermen is making ready so that when the time comes its efforts may be joined to ours. <<< Soon a hymn of joy shall ring forth, the paean of triumph and glory>>>

 ***

If our interpretation of the visions is correct, the young of the vision of Mother is the same D.S., his "hymn of joy", mine "cry of joy" seems signaling a same fact.

In my description, I could not render the extraordinary importance which I perceived at that moment, of that unison cry of joy of the humanity as "one being". 

It was the whole planetary Consciousness manifesting itself as a single being, and that absolute identification was the first time in the history of humanity.

The Early Morning Breeze

The early morning breeze seemed to have the power to penetrate into your mind and refresh it.
You were a bit surprised, while you filled your lungs with the fresh balm.
You knew the relief was but a momentary one, it was going to be another hard sunny day.
While you breathed your mind became spontaneously silent. Again you were surprised but didn't react, immobile as the white wall at your back, you seemed to melt with the nature around you,
as you were but another ivy leaf moving under the soft blows of the breeze.
Born from the still depths of your being an immortal Voice arose.
It seamed as waves from a far off, inner eternal ocean, murmuring over the shores of Life.
You leaned to listen...

You are not living a process to share only with your mate or with a group,
You are living a transformation which is called Life,

and its purpose is to be shared with everyone.
We are concerned with the globality of Life
not only parts of it.
To meet intimately a person or the surrounding talks to us of the amplitude
of this process, which will take us till
the Fiery Skies on High.
To meet intimately do not means in a promiscuous manner,
in the relations, the father is the father and the son is the son,
the lover is the lover and a friend is just a friend,
we should live with Reverence each relation which is given us,
keeping the highest place of this Reverence for the Supreme.
It will be from there that we will conduct our lives
as a constant movement of Inclusive Love.