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Boston Tragedy
Hard to imagine the horror, shock and betrayal in Boston today as two bombs went off near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Medics and bystanders went into rescue mode to do what they could. So what underlies the increasing or seemingly increasing incidents of humanity’s crimes against humanity?
Having faced some other dimensional horrors recently, I spent some time meditating and seeking counsel of my peers. The best I can theorize at this time, it’s as if a time bomb as gone off in human consciousness. New Age teachers tell me that no longer are classes and tours filled. It’s “closing time.” The gatekeeper has deemed it.
Can we make a difference? Mostly by being aware and present where we are. Doing our work on this level. AND shifting lines of destiny among the sets of twelve.
The last rays of light illuminate the dark corridors of our minds. And among them – are bullies and terrorists.
Do your work. Say your prayers. and remain Aware.
Mystery School Review
[4/9/2013 8:31:37 PM] Louise Gilmore: Book Review
Mystery School
Gayle Clayton, 2013, AWS Publishing
Are you a seeker of the truth? Do you understand that to find the truth you must follow the twists and turns of your own path even if it feels more like stumbling than flying?
You can begin by learning about someone else’s path, but ultimately you can only experience the truth from the teachings of your own journey.
A book that acknowledges this spiritual law and refuses the typical self-help formulas of techniques, practice exercises and dot points is Gayle Clayton’s ‘Mystery School’.
It’s the story of her quest, first to find a teacher and then through the frustrations, insights and battles as that teacher refused to allow her, or anyone else in his workshops, to settle for less than they were capable of.
The teachings are there, but they creep into your awareness from unexpected directions. Clayton describes this as ‘holographic’ teaching. She challenges our unquestioned belief that ‘enlightenment’ is the ultimate outcome.
‘You may become transcendent’, she writes, ‘if not, the booby prize is enlightenment’. You have to read the book to find out why.
Clayton shares what she learned from years of training with her teacher. The topics include descriptions of building group energy, levels of consciousness, meditation, physics, ritual, tantra, karma, healing, the universe, myths and much more.
The challenge to the reader is to make your own sense of it.
Clayton is a mystic who has taught meditation, mystery school, and Egyptian cosmology at Omega Institute and written four other books on metaphysical subjects. She’s the holder of a BS in engineering and a MA in religion.
Order Mystery School as a download, from:
http://www.amazon.com/Mystery-School-ebook/dp/B00AWDWKEE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357318490&sr=1-1&keywords=mystery+school
My Ally
My own teacher in the mystery school had many near-death experiences in his lifetime. He taught me that Death was an ally; if you could defeat Death then you were entitled to receive a gift from him. When faced with my own near death experience in a car accident, I remembered this teaching. Having temporarily left my body, I found my recently deceased teacher meeting me in a realm of golden light.
“Well, you can cross over now if you really want to.”
Relieved, these words reassured me as I had struggled a great deal in my life. Yet, Raja was making it all too easy for me to die. Having heard my thoughts, he smiled enigmatically at me.
“Of course, you might like to know what you had set out to accomplish this lifetime.”
With a sweep of his hand, he showed the scope of work I had agreed to do. Awestruck, I could hardly converse with him.
“Wow, that’s all very interesting. I never realized that it was possible to do that.”
“Well, you’ll get a chance when you go back.”
“Excuse me, but I’m not going back. To be reborn? To wake up again in that dense physical body? No way.”
“Or you could go back to this body…”
“O.K.”
In a flash, I had returned to lift up my injured head off of the steering wheel. My conversations with my teacher had not changed despite his death. I hadn’t thought to ask him how much pain and suffering I would endure in my return. And he hadn’t bothered to tell me.
Meeting an Old Friend at Night
Flaming Pyramids on the Mountain Top
The quiet evening with few electromagnetic waves bombarding my presence meant a long sleep period. The dreams came again – themes of betrayal, hurt, and men who abuse. Yet in none of them were characters that I know from this life.
Is it archetypal clearing? Release of my old patterns? Cleansing of past lives?
The coyote howled and I opened one eye. The huge bed is set high and beside me the one-eyed cat stirred at my movement. There are no blinds or curtains on the windows. There are no neighbors and no need for privacy. Yet there was an orange-ish glow from outside.
Then the three legged dog wandered in and hopped easily up on the bed to stretch out beside me. I might as well wake up – dawn was approaching. Rolling onto my side, there it was – a flaming orange pyramid outside my bedroom window.
NOW I was awake. Pyramids hold a special place in my heart, but never in this lifetime have I seen one glowing from within.
Feet hit the floor, glasses found, and I stood at the window gazing upon this wonder.
Yep, the chicken house light was keeping the chickens warm.
Mystery School Followup
Remember that this book, Mystery School, is simply my perspective of the process of transformation I underwent with Ron Mangravite. Both Ron and I evolved over the next few years. Yet, there are times I long for the excitement, drama, and energy of those times.
Ron told me as I grew in awareness that I would find fewer and fewer people to relate experiences with. Well, publishing a book releases me of those memories and shares them with those who have eyes to see.
And still, many of Ron’s friends and acquaintances across the country contact me as his memory moves through the collective consciousness. In many ways, there is a secret club of those who fell under his spell or awareness.
Today I drove through the retreat area where his first training sessions were held. It was snowing lightly and the area was almost deserted. There was a peace there and a memory of dreams shared and revisited.
I never thought we would get this far. In this virgin ground is potential for much change. Perhaps it is simply time to dream together – and cocreate the way we agreed to do when we first assembled.
3-1-13 DJ
The plane was approaching to land. The green coastal landscape moved ever quickly below me. Perspective is everything. Vacation or meeting across the world in Thailand. I am not sure.
DJ was there to meet me at the airport. We passed the beach where we had been so many times. The hurricanes had ravaged the shore. Where houses once stood, small isle held families camping out on the remaining land. Yet they seemed happy – it wasn’t a disaster zone, but an acceptance zone.
We got to DJ’s large modern home – kept perfectly as he liked it. It was just the two of us. The kids long grown up and gone and this was the place he had retired. Sun streamed in from the windows at the top of the cathedral ceiling. I had forgotten how he kept the A/C so cold that I needed a sweatshirt, but I didn’t have one.
I lay on the floor by the stair well waiting for him to finish his task. Finally he leaned over and said, “Hey, has anyone ever taken you to the Shae???? park?”
“Nope!” I was surprised that he was going to make time to take me sightseeing as he usually worked most of the time. However, DJ was about making everything fun. People loved working with him as even the most boring of tasks could be filled with laughter.
As we faced each other for the first time in years, he said, “This may be the time to finally end this.”
I smiled a bit sadly and replied, “It may already be ending for us.”
Then I woke up.