I am 61. But feel 16. I am learning a new language. The world is in a total mess. I am in trouble with the law. I am head-over-heels in love with the woman in my life. Sometimes I have so much energy inside me it feels like it will burst my body. However right now I am taking advantage of the rain to lay in bed and recover from the muscular strain of lugging huge timber beams and shifting barrow-loads of soil. I am reading the auto-biography of Don Felder. We are slowly shifting to a bucosmic existence. I have unearthed The Secret of the Universe (see my books) and am about to uncover The Secret of Life (which may or may not be inserted within the pages of my next book). That leaves one more part of the mystic triangle to be put into place before my final transition. I am at the beginning of a new life, just as confused and wowed as any 16 year-old. My new novel P will appear at some point in the near future.
Have you ever considered the reason there appears to be so much evil in the world might be because there is so much love..!
Up in the Himalayas, in the Kullu Valley, the April before last, I heard English being spoken at a table on the terrace restaurant of the hotel whose owner I knew, and from whom I wanted to order a special meal of trout from the nearby river Bea for my wife’s and my wedding anniversary. In fact, the speaker at the table was Russian, but his spoken English was perfect. He was with his English girlfriend on a trip to scout out Ayurvedic provisions for the business he was hoping to set up. They were staying at the same hostel as us, up the road. First, we arranged to meet next day and show them a local temple, then altered our plans when a friend, M – , offered to take us on a day-long hike instead.
On a typically lovely Himalayan spring morning, we met up and started out through the cool forest and onward along a path our friend knew well. Approaching a dwelling where an acquaintance of his lived – and whose dog had recently killed a jaguar in the vicinity – we stopped off at a small shrine incorporated within the surrounding orchard and admired the images of snakes and serpents engraved into the wood and stone.
Only then was I sure that I recognised Arkady’s voice. I changed the conversation to books and book-writing, and he explained how he had recently issued a three-part series containing his own fiction set on an invented south-sea island, and had recorded the narrative in order to help foreigners learn the Russian language.
‘Hahaha!’ I laughed, explaining how I had bought the books and downloaded the audio accompaniment just a few months prior, in an attempt to revive my waning memory of the language. I had them on my laptop back at the hostel, nearly forgotten while we travelled through northern India.
So, just yesterday, on a trip back to the UK, I took the London-Stratford-upon-Avon train and climbed off at the station where Arkady was waiting for me. We were joined by his wife – eight months pregnant – and spent the afternoon exploring the old spa town in the English summer heat. He is a member of the Society of Authors and only hopes that he can continue to write following the birth of their child. I told him that so long as he was prepared to get up at four o’clock in the morning and make some headway while the world was silent, there was no reason at all why shouldn’t continue to write. After all, I had done it.
Oh, yes – back to the rather cryptic opening…
In a section of the Key of Love – and included within my other fictional work – it’s described how the universe is created throughout infinity by a single force and how this force permeates all being as we can know its existence, and how this force ceases to be comprehended should the personal ego close its bond to the totality.
Well, evil originates from the closed egoistic mind and not from the original force from which it cannot emerge; therefore the more egoism there is around us, the greater the backdrop to the original binding force.
Unfortunately, since the rise of monetarism and its exaltation of personal greed, there has been a greater encouragement and acceptance of egoistic desires, so that presently this way of living has been allowed to become an encircling background for all to acknowledge –while the activities of love, fortunately, continue to play out ever brighter in the foreground.
With forbearance, the former will become even clearer against that which currently obscures all reality.
1580s, “the whole world, cosmos, the totality of existing things,” from Old French univers (12c.), from Latin universum “all things, everybody, all people, the whole world,” noun use of neuter of adjective universus “all together, all in one, whole, entire, relating to all,” literally “turned into one,” from unus “one” (from PIE root *oi-no- “one, unique”) + versus, past participle of vertere “to turn, turn back, be turned; convert, transform, translate; be changed” (from PIE root *wer- (2) “to turn, bend”). – etymonline.com
The Universe is a massive lock. Yes, it contains many secrets and by way of those secrets the difficulty of opening the lock may make it appear impregnable. Yet, it is a lock in itself. You do not unlock the door to the Universe. You unlock the Universe itself, and thereby discover what exists on the other side – beyond.
The Key of Love provides the means for opening the lock.
The discovery of the Key of Love is merely the beginning of the procedure, and you will find out how to obtain this Key through the blog, the extended writings – the projected videos – and, most importantly of all, your own mental processes.
No matter how far advanced you are in the discovery of the Universal secrets, the Key of Love will aid in the final realisation.
There is no picking of the lock. One final turn with the correct key is the only possible manner of opening the whole. Then – and only then – will what lays beyond be revealed to the inquiring mind.
With each subsequent year I get the feeling at Easter that we are celebrating a dying god reborn with the emergence of spring. That is to say, the cyclic nature of life. Maybe I am just becoming a pagan. At any rate, the weather in this part of Portugal is rather wet right now. Even if visitors weren’t forbidden to come on account of coronavirus, they wouldn’t have much joy by way of sun-worshipping on the beaches. Not that nature minds. The rain and increasing heat means that seeds we planted a short while ago – beans and peas, lettuce and spinach, radishes and artichokes – are all working their way up from the soil into the light. Meanwhile, back in Bucks you may find this carving made by a pupil of Eric Gill hanging high and hidden in the beech forest near Hughenden Valley.
Love life and peace.
Buddha laughed. Jesus wept.
Who was right?
Centuries ago God co-authored a book with a bunch of scholars, story-tellers, poets, prophets, mystics, chroniclers and so on designed to promote understanding and make the world a better place.
Several centuries passed and the President of the world’s only superpower looked at the book and decided it was commanding him to destroy the planet and kill millions of people, leaving just him and his friends to live happily ever after.
Who was right?
Woke up this morning with a real awareness of the Divine Presence.
Admittedly, it’s my birthday and we are in the Algarve with its strong ocean light and blue skies…
But, really, if you open yourself up to experience – actually seek it – then the outcome is more likely to happen. This is not wish fulfilment but a genuine working towards something desired.
My Diary has been part of this process.
I am reminded of when I started out in my twenties in the hopeful belief that if sufficient numbers of the human race actually comprehended the beauty of being there would be an end to intolerance, and therefore an end to all the unpleasant things we as a species are able to inflict upon one another.
I didn’t – and still don’t – believe politics alone can do this.
The outcome for me back then was mystical enlightenment – and how much I would wish for this to be the experience of everyone. Were it ever to occur the whole human race and life on planet earth would be saved and elevated to a consciousness that seems hardly believable or attainable right now.
The truth is that it may yet happen.
The following diary entry is an important disclosure, and follows on from the previous few days’ posts.
In order to obtain success on the mystical path the postulant requires the help and guidance of those who have experience and are qualified in such matters. This is true of any field of enquiry. As previously stated within these posts, I am not that person since teaching others concerning spiritual matters is definitely not a remit of mine. However, I will recommend a body which has real pedigree and aided me in my own achievements.
The Ancient and Mystical Order Rosae Crucis
I wouldn’t have recommended them even two or three years ago, nor ten, twenty or thirty years earlier.
They seemed to slump soon after I experienced mystical enlightenment and, although I didn’t know it at the time, were nearly taken over by a ‘new kid on the block’ – a definite chancer and wide-boy who charmed his way into the inner circle of officers before trying to have all the organisation’s fiscal assets made over to himself personally. Maybe this inability to see into the hearts of others was a symptom of the inability of those in charge at the time to successfully run that which they had inherited. At any rate, I only found out about all these shenanigans several years later when the internet made such information more widely available.
The organisation – as I say – seemed to lose its vitality at around this time (the late 1980s onwards) and I found myself unable to connect with it in the esoteric sense. It appeared to have become somewhat redundant despite its continuing brash promises.
I put this down to the fact that, historically-speaking, the organisation was due to enter an era of hibernation since its founding in 1915. The traditional Rosicrucian organisations, of which AMORC is a descendant, were originally intended to follow a 108-year cycle of activity and inactivity, which meant the closure of its most recent manifestation in the year 2023. Given its vast contemporary structural presence and large human resources, I wondered how likely this was to happen. Maybe the cosmic was providing an unexpected guiding hand. The purpose of these cycles was to protect the teachings and its leading exponents from being taken over by destructive elements within the conventional society in which the organisation was manifested, particularly during times of bigoted dominant ideologies. As an example, the centre of operations of the continental European branch of the organisation was relocated to the USA to protect its foundations at the time of the outbreak of the Great War (1914-18). Wars are a likely cause of the destruction of established esoteric schools, as Ouspensky pointed out.
Well, cosmic decree seemed to be causing the English-speaking branch to be losing its way. Another, more recent court case concerning an individual who claimed to have been brainwashed in the UK evidently sapped a lot of time and energy away from the Greenwood Gate centre of operations. I did reactivate my membership with them for a short while, gained a particular cosmic insight through the expected channels, but then felt the general vibe from the place – its egregore – had become rather moribund.
Then, on the lookout for somebody else, I came upon the Rosicrucian Order once more, and really felt that it had rejuvenated itself from the core of its English-speaking operations. There was a buzz about it. I checked the website, saw that it had really got its act together IT-wise, and so felt confident about recommending it to this person. They have found the organisation helpful and well-coordinated. For my part, I can tell it is operating on an extremely positive level – mystically-speaking – and that is why I have no hesitation in recommending it to postulants more generally. I don’t know exactly what kick-started its resurgence – the personnel were clearly motivated in some manner – and with little likelihood of its operations being under threat for the foreseeable future, there is no obvious reason why it shouldn’t continue to grow and prosper.
New, enthusiastic members, can only help the organisation in this phase of its current cycle.
What is the purpose of mysticism, and who can become a mystic? That is my concern in today’s diary entry.
Whether a person is born in a barn or mansion says nothing about their mystical development or impulses. These latter qualities will depend on whatever the soul has carried across from previous incarnations.
Take me. I used to use myself as the perfect example of someone who appears to possess no special gifts or insights – certainly doesn’t dress in a celestially-emblazoned cape or reside in the outer Himalayas – and yet is someone who has attained the ultimate goal of the mystical life. This, after around five years of concentrated study during his twenties.
Unfortunately, too many people took me at my word and decided, yes, certainly you can’t have had the ultimate mystical experience, you are far too normal (and flawed?) for that to have happened.
As a matter of fact, people with mystical aspirations of their own might even be quite affronted by any such suggestion concerning the avowed development of the person before them.
This lack of insight and modesty on their part is in fact one of the reasons why they had not yet attained their goal.
Modesty is an essential component in achieving full enlightenment; as is patience.
Recently, Malcom Gladwell’s ’10,000 hour rule’ concerning mastery in any particular field of expression has come under attack concerning its veracity; and yet the general rule still holds: you have to demonstrate massive commitment and prolonged concentration in order to achieve success in any chosen activity.
If anyone knew of what my first and last conscious earthly incarnations consisted, they might not be so surprised by my mystical assertions.
For a start, regarding faith, I knew from early on that such an experience was possible – but only in faith, to begin with. To fully realise the intended goal required a huge ‘leap of faith’ on certain occasions.
Now, anyone I know that has sneered at my disclosure (and I haven’t gone round telling everybody, until today..!) has never given up all they own in order to pursue the ultimate mystical quest. Which is also a requirement for full achievement.
So what is the goal of the mystic – what is mysticism’s true purpose?
To answer this, I have borrowed the words of another and reproduced their bullet points in an article published recently in a mystical organisation’s exoterically available magazine, wherein the author compares their own teachings with those of Neo-Platonism. In all of this, I concur:
- All of Creation is permeated by a Universal Soul.
- The ultimate goal of life is to achieve mystical union with the Divine (the One).
- Knowing oneself is essential to achieving this goal.
- This can be accomplished without an intermediary person.
- Mystical contemplation is a means to achieve union with the Divine.
- Contemplating the harmony and transcendental nature of the Beautiful and the Good elevates us in consciousness.
- After completing its spiritual evolution, the soul of each human being reintegrates with the Universal Soul in all purity and lives in the Divine Immanence in full consciousness.
The writer then lists some individuals whose lives and teachings appear to bear this all out (amongst them are some I listed in an earlier Diary post as providing me with guidance as a tremulous neophyte): “Plotinus, Porphyry, Iamblichus, Proclus, Augustine of Hippo (Saint Augustine), Hypatia, Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite, Avicenna, Paracelsus, Marsilio Ficino, Pico della Mirandola, Raphael, Henry More, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Thomas Taylor, and Ralph Waldo Emerson have all been associated with Neoplatonism or Neoplatonic thought.”
Given the kudos attached to the persons on this list, you can maybe understand why others might choose to guffaw when they are informed of my own mystical achievement and enlightenment experience. Then again, maybe these people haven’t understood the principles of mysticism – or read my novels, which contain rather more than just stories – as has been alluded to over the past couple of days when discussing esoteric wisdom.
You start with innocent faith, and end with full-on knowledge – how does that happen?
You are your own alembic. By looking inside the vessel, by testing its contents, mixing new components, adding pressure and heat, cooling down, inspecting the outcome, eventually you will distil whatever is left and that is it – the pure gold of knowing.
There is only one wisdom.
Francis Bacon (1561-1626) first came up with the idea of empirical method, whereby you test by experiments the truth of your understanding. This leads to a particular type of knowledge, one that is quite objective and able to be analysed by others. Tests may be repeated and results compared. Truth ought to be the outcome. Certainly that is the desire. (David Hume, of course, proved that nothing could be known with certainty – not even that the sun will rise tomorrow [and, well, it doesn’t actually ‘rise’ anyway, but no matter] – and more recently dear old Karl Popper refined the scientific method by saying that all meaningful propositions must be refutable; but leaving all that aside… What empiricism did do was lead to modern science and the laws of Boyle and Kelvin and Newton and Einstein et al, to engineering and modern manufacturing procedures: the modern world, in other words.
No only this. Bacon’s method is possibly best applied to the individual and their own testing out of their own knowledge. Empiricism then becomes the best method of becoming quite certain of one’s own understanding of one’s own self.
This may seem to be an odd form of esoteric investigation and yet it invariably leads to correct results.
This is essentially a description of ‘mysticism’. I am surprised that no one else has pointed this out before. Bacon, of course, was an Imperator of the Rosicrucians.
So, this is what mysticism is about: testing one’s knowledge until faith is cast aside and certainty in the results is discovered.
There is one more very important aspect concerning mysticism, and this will be dealt with in tomorrow’s Diary posting.
Today has started out gloomy but that won’t deter me from going for a walk through the woods and getting as much fresh air and exercise as possible. Day by day, I am feeling stronger, my appetite has returned, and I can only hope that these are sure signs of recovery from a period of extended illness.
It may take years of pondering before one takes the plunge and actually engages in an active manner with esoteric thought. There appears to be a certain fear factor involved. With conventional thought structures there is pretty much no pussy-footing about wrong and right. People tend to simply go along with the dominant social structures. Esoteric thought requires something quite different from the individual.
In particular, in esoteric thought, the individual draws from a wholly different information stream in order to understand the universe for themselves. The esotericist does not simply defer to whatever the current trend is towards certain subjects. Right and wrong become an internalised assessment based on a great amount of cogitation and relying on a whole set of integrated factors. The esotericist acquires a particular set of skills which allow them to make their own judgements concerning values in the world.
Generally speaking, the world does not like esotericists and should you find yourself attempting to discover more about the universe through the power of internal knowledge do not be surprised if even those who claim to love you make attempts at distracting you from the path.
I’ll be honest, as I was being drawn along the mystic way there were times I thought I might be going crazy because most, if not all, common or garden references were denied me. In my own case, I utilised teachings which had been made available through the ages, going right back to the Vedas and I Ching, through Taoism, Buddhism and Pre-Socratic musing, and up through the neo-Platonists to the Sufi and Christian mystics of the past five hundred years.
Kirkegaard – the Danish existentialist philosopher – was great for trying to get a handle on the meaning of faith, and especially his concept concerning the ‘leap of faith’. Because, when you start out, if you have no real grounding in esoteric thought and mystical reasoning, most of your actions are based simply on inner certainty and also outward faith in your ability to puzzle things out. Neither of which are easily explained to the outside world, so that you may quite quickly become an object of ridicule; no easy thing for a neophyte, or anyone else, to bear.
In the next post I’ll try to get across how faith in yourself (and definitely not on externalities) produces inner strength and enables the individual to grow stronger and develop certainties in their own conception of the world.
Right now, it’s tipping with rain – and I’m still hoping to complete the Duolingo Russian course before flying out next week and in preparation for an extended trip being planned for next year.
In fact, the word sobiratsya and its various shades of meaning concerning ‘intentions and planning’ is the focus of my immediate studying.
NB this post is dedicated to my beautiful wife – and to my departed sister, who was an epileptic, the patron saint of epileptics and epilepsy being St Valentine, whose name day was celebrated by millions yesterday.