Anarchistbanjo's World

Those able to function on the etheric levels are a mixed bag of rough and tumble individuals who can take care of themselves. They don’t belong to any specific tradition but have found their own power and do not hesitate to use it. What follows are a few cautionary tales that might make a person think twice about true magickal ability.

After I had crossed the Great Abyss and merged with SOURCE I felt a polarity shift that was drawing me back downward toward the earth. I panicked thinking that SOURCE had rejected me . . . later I came to understand that I was bringing the SOURCE energy back down through the astral planes level by level to anchor those energies deep into Gaia.

This going downward was a healing process because I was reconnecting with my emotional self, but it was also a disruptive time. I was going through a divorce, a bankruptcy, leaving the Air Force and my kids were living with their mom in Kansas. I was a mess. . .

I began to study the works of Aleister Crowley because he was the only one writing about the experience of crossing the Great Abyss and I wanted to know what was going on with me. . . I began writing what later became the Organic Gnosticism material. At the time I called it the OAK material.

I had a vivid lucid dream in which Aleister Crowley came to me and led me over to where a large tome lay closed upon a pedestal. He indicated that I should open it and I did. Then he began to cackle evilly and said that if I ever let go of the book I would die. I screamed “No!” and slammed the book shut. Instantly my astral cord burst into flames and my soul went higher and higher in a desperate attempt to stay alive. I crossed the Great Abyss and found a small place of shelter within SOURCE but my astral cord that connected me to my physical body had been completely destroyed. I was living completely in my head!

In retrospect this was the “spiritual death” that some occultists refer to. I can share that in some cases the destruction of the silver cord will not result in the death of the physical body because it did not happen to me.

I was working with the Energy Ball Meditation and experimenting with tantric energies. I was excited because I was working through so much shit and healing. I was also caught up in what I came to call Soulmate Cycles in which I was experiencing sexual contact with other females in the astral planes. These experiences were extremely vivid and one cycle after another gave birth to another astral body for me to use. One by one these females exchanging their earth energies for my SOURCE energies and the combined result was the permanent activation of a particular energy body for each of us.

Shortly after crossing the Great Abyss I tried contacting a local Gardnerian Wicca group in Phoenix. A couple nights later I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night with someone pinning me down onto the bed. I could feel their weight holding me down. It was frightening to say the least and I instantly tapped into my SOURCE energy and blasted him away from me. I remember seeing him on all fours on his own bed puking. . . I suppose he was just checking me out because I had tried to contact the group?

Sometime later I had moved back to Minnesota and tried contacting the OTO because I had been studying the works of Aleister Crowley. This was before the internet and I did finally establish contact with SOTO which was like a Hell’s Angels OTO branch. My only contact with them was through letters. I didn’t know anything about them but asked to join. My contact told me to send two passport photos of myself, a front view and a side view. I took the pictures in one of those automated photo booths and got a front view, a right side view and a left side view. I sent all three pictures. A few nights later I woke up in the middle of the night with a searing pain at my throat chakra. At the time I had permanently activated my top three astral bodies and was working on the fourth. In horror I realized the three astral bodies on the entire left side of my neck had been severed and only the right side was still intact!

I panicked and told them I had changed my mind and didn’t want anything to do with them. They wrote back and said that it was too late . . . I had already been initiated. I told them I quit anyway and they warned me that I would regret it. Then I experienced a massive magickal attack that I sent back at them, again by tapping into SOURCE energy. It took two or three months for my severed astral bodies to heal.

This was a botched initiation in that my head ( should have been captured by the egregore of the SOTO) and my connection to my Higher Self would then have only been possible through the teachings of SOTO. Because I had already crossed the Great Abyss and because I had sent in three photos and not just the two I had been told to send the initiation didn’t work. I was lucky?

This post is getting too long and I will continue it tomorrow.