|Wind Poppies, Mid May, 2015|
Last Saturday, I sat in the aerial gondola again at the North Fork of the Kings River, and I finally understood its significance, for in that forest even an aerial gondola to me is a dreamlike symbol: It represents a way that was prepared for someone, a way that will remain forever locked to me. As I gazed at the cable gleaming across the river, the gondola chained to the post, I understood, as though unlocking a dream, why throughout my life so many ways have remained closed to me.
One day during meditation I envisioned a black polyp under my arm and drained it away into the earth. The next day, a white growth, the size and shape of a musket ball, popped out through a slit in my armpit. A few weeks later I saw in my mind’s eye a black blob under my other arm. After I mentally drained the blackness away, a boil developed and soon another white ball--the same size and shape as the first one--oozed out. The same process occurred a few months later: I mentally drained a black entity from my armpit, and a few days later, I squeezed out a round, white growth from a large boil, quite painfully I might add.
All during this process of physical and mental purification, I could clearly see in my mind’s eye what people have personified for ages as demons: insidious, sentient forces. In indigenous societies, shamans have dealt from time immemorial with these invisible entities that cause illness and lack of harmony in their hosts. Even in the bible, over twenty verses refer to Jesus healing people by casting out demons. Rational people nowadays, of course, believe that these so-called demons are simply germs invisible to the naked eye. However, I have realized that shamans, after activating the psychic senses, literally the “soul” senses, through the process of self-purification, can sense the malevolent entities. The demons are not germs but invisible, intelligent beings that latch onto the aura when a person is vulnerable.
Through the astral dimension, we can cleanse the etheric dimension of the psyche, which is the foundation of the physical body. But we must begin by cleansing the spiritual level, bringing the pure white light down through the mental, astral, etheric and physical levels and eliminating the dark forces in each dimension of the psyche.
|Aerial Gondola, North Fork Kings River|
The negative entities worked their way into my psyche over the years through holes in my aura created by typical childhood traumas, chronic illness, a few horrible love affairs, a few lousy jobs, exposure to toxic chemicals, the usual doses of drugs and alcohol. The more layers of my subconscious that surfaced, the more entities I discovered, as if some of them have clung to my soul for ages. Anyone who has not gone through the purification process is likely to have more than his fair share of them, especially in a society where spiritual hygiene is largely ignored.
|Washed out Bridge|
You think this is easy, my friend? Speaking my truth is a sure way of losing a job and never finding another one, of reasserting my status as a pariah in this community, but that is the sacrifice I am willing to make to open a channel for the Christ-force into your soul. Whether you believe me or not, of course, is entirely up to you.
The dark entities nearly destroyed me and could do the same to you or those you love. Unless, of course, they remain dormant. I mentioned in a previous post that the ghost of a recently deceased man, whom I at one time had publicly insulted, attacked me one night. His demons, which in life manifested primarily as an abuse of power, remained at bay because he managed to stay in a position where his ego was constantly stroked. He experienced enough ego satisfaction throughout his entire life that he never faced his demons, but when he died and no longer experienced social constraints, the negative entities took over his psyche and he became demonic, delighting in revenge. I don’t blame him, but if I did not know how to ward off malicious spirits, he would no doubt still be tormenting me.
|Native American Site next to North Fork of Kings River|
In many cultures, people instinctively fear that ghosts will come back to harm them. The ancient Romans called these malevolent spirits “lemures.” Republican and Imperial Rome dedicated May 9, 11, and 13 to their placation in the ritual household practices of Lemuria. The head of household would rise at midnight and cast black beans behind him with averted gaze, hoping that the lemures would feast on them and be satisfied. These rituals, now considered sheer superstition inspired mainly by guilt, have a basis in spiritual reality that we ignore at our peril.
Because I have experienced the process of self-purification, I am able to sense and sometimes see with my mind’s eye these entities in other people. Because I am aware of the entities and therefore pose a threat to their existence, the entities cause some people to subconsciously fear me, making those people dislike me almost instantly. Woe is me if I encounter a person with some power or authority over me who is controlled by one or more of these demons. John Blackmore is seething with them, so much so that if I am even in his vicinity, I sense that he experiences an overwhelming homicidal impulse. Because I have activated my soul senses, his silent malice practically screams at me, but nobody else, not even his wife, seems to notice. Unfortunately, even if I could find a shaman to exorcise his demons, negative thought-forms would continue to attract the entities back to him unless he radically changes his thought-processes through self-purification, similar to the way that maintaining any attitude, negative or positive, attracts people of like mind.
Mid May, 2015
Other ways to avoid facing your demons include binging on TV or the internet, working yourself to death, shopping till you drop, using drugs and alcohol. In fact so many ways exist in this society to avoid them that it is a wonder anyone faces them at all. This is all fine and dandy until someone plagued by these entities tries to murder you or gets his hands on a nuclear arsenal. I only faced them because I hit rock bottom due to chronic illness, a condition that even some of my closest friends and relatives don't really believe that I have. (You see, I’m used to people not believing me.) The entities remain your closest companions unless you experience a break through to the soul, which usually includes a fair amount of suffering and upheaval, enough pain at least for you to question established belief systems, even those that on the surface appear rational.
|Pounding Stone on Cliff (Mortar in Foreground)|
Then I returned to a stream above the river that I had begun to explore a few weeks earlier. I hiked, mindful of snakes, through long, dry grass and harvest brodiaea in a clearing with streams on each side. In the forest, a clearing on a gentle incline between two sources of water usually indicates that people once settled there. Searching for artifacts, I found what resembled a house pit before I turned and glimpsed in the canyon far below a Native American site near a washed out bridge. I couldn’t, however, find any pounding stones so I kept going higher on the ridge next to the stream. I found several indentations in the ground, what appeared to be house pits, on the hillside, but I could not find any other evidence of a settlement. Since the slope above the clearing was so steep, I concluded that the soil over the past century must have slid down the hillside, hiding any proof of a Native American presence. On my way down the hill, just as I had given up hope of finding artifacts or pounding stones, I discovered a few shallow mortars in a rock beyond the reach of sliding mud or eroding soil on a cliff overlooking the stream.
I can do good things for other people, but I can’t control them. I can’t keep people from thinking or saying horrible things about me or ruining my career or trying to kill me. I cannot recreate the past or keep someone with me who no longer wants to be in my life. I am only likely to help stem the tide of ecocide and genocide by healing my own mind and body and helping others do the same. It’s a vicious cycle, I realized: the more I keep fighting external circumstances, the more negativity I feel, and the more I attract negative people and entities that feed off of negative energy.
As I lounged on a stone in the clearing, I had an epiphany, one that I might never have experienced if other ways had not been closed to me. Throughout the centuries sick people have twisted the meaning of the Christ, torturing and killing and exterminating whole tribes in His name. But the Christ is not a man, not a He--the Christ is a cosmic force of harmonizing love and understanding that induces spiritual exaltation, leading ultimately to the Vision of Harmony, the understanding that all things are fields of energy within one consciousness. It is a healing force that leads to physical health and emotional, mental, and spiritual balance within the soul. I have often unexpectedly experienced an inexplicable exaltation of the mind, a feeling that I am able to reproduce through experiences in nature and the arts, but without self-purification I would not have healed myself nor would I have fully experienced the magnificence, abundance, and harmony within the human soul.