About a certain return

Part 11

– Is it... an illusion?

– It is a symbolic journey, a pilgrimage with a spiritual purpose...

– Symbolic?

– Yes. The initiated spirits feel a stronger need to experiment.

I didn't dare to tell him I was only a cheat. I got into the club by chance. I think I am... damn it! ... I am an impostor! I am an impostor!

– That is the Moon.

Oh! A shining bracket, that seemed to be moving though it stood still. The Sun?

– But the Sun? They seem to be inseparable.

– Who says that?

It was difficult for me to ration! "Who says it?" It was a legend... a legend was saying that the moon and the sun were brothers... Brother and sister... The Sun was the female part... Or not? Brothers but also lovers. And the sun gave birth to the Earth... Is that possible? I don't believe it.

– The Vega Star, he shows me on the canopy of heaven.

– Where?

– That one.

"What is he showing me in that pile of stars?"

– From there our gods came. Follow me and I'll unveil you the Sky's corridors. The road always starts from the East. We need to decide, of course, where is that bloody East? From there onwards!

– Here it is, in our narrow space of the tower, the Orient. It's not a horizon picked up at random, but the place from where the Earth's life star is rising, the Lord of our light and energy, our master and our creator.

The fact that he was talking in verses... seemed to me a snap judgement.

– Isn't Mother Garia our creator?

– Who is Mother Garia?

– Ah! I don't know. The Earth. You tell me, as you know so much!

– I touched the Demiurge. However, my level of experience is poor. But I am also evolving.

– How are you called? What's your name?

– Get used to call me "Brother". Because I will call you Brother as well. From the East of this day you can see the sky and its star configuration. Looking at the zodiac, a lane on which the planets are apparently walking, I could say: The native will be born in a great family, / Waited by many as a relief... / A bohemian and prying nature, / Mild tempered and optimistic... / He will set off for great adventures, / And if he will be persistent, / The great mysteries will be unveiled for him... On the other corridor you'll go westwards. The Orient is a place for the unhappy. The Planes of Peace are in the West. To get there you must rove through the Way. It's the Sun's Way in a modest version, It is a devious and dangerous way, and the reward, after you'll be purified, is sanctification...

– And the World? The Earth? It's believed that after the Fall it lost its garden appearance.

– Not at all. That fall hasn't been fatal. The biosphere recovered.

– But the man?

– Him too. But... The real Garden is beyond this world. Above the Earth it's only a transition place. The human's evolution is decided by the stars. Beyond the planet... they will become stars themselves. After a long initiation.

I didn't understand. I don't believe there was something to understand. However a funny idea was taking shape in my mind. That endless space, bewildering and the stars... seemed to where all gathered in a goblet, into the dark balm of the eternity. If I would slowly agitate all the shinning spheres by a magical small stick, than to wiggle through them, to choose the most brilliant, pull it out of its steadiness, to destroy the constellation's harmony... There was a bear down huge dog...? I would turn the understanding and the meaning. It became the Bull's constellation. See the Bull's magical eye... What does Freedom mean? It's running to waste as bigger is the universe to choose from. Or it's only a lie? An illusion, an ordered raving? And if all I feel is playing inside me as a delusive game? If I only believe I feel? A delicate light was overrunning the vault and the sparks started to fade.

– Is it possible to get there above?

– Yes it is, but it's not necessary.

– But... Yes, but... This underground world is seeking the lost garden.

The light becomes more and more intense as if a huge bulb has been switched on above the vault. The sign of a superior level...

– The people from high above are under the stars' influence, you the ones below are influenced by the earthly elements.

I could hardly see the Brother. But his voice went on stimulating my hearing sense...

– It is not unreal but super real. Real is the material world, of the body and of the mind, unreal is the imagination world and super real is the spiritual. In the unreal world you don't feel any help and the experiences seem frustrating and lethal, but you are offered a guide. Not all people are connected to the channel, only a few can feel it. The communication is achieved through feelings, experiences, revelations...

The light became unbearable. It hurt. A fireball was slowly climbing on the canopy. And suddenly the floor gave up and I went down, followed by a flash of light shaped like a swan of fire. Its most beautiful tail was majestically sparkling and on its back it had engraved a Cross with seven stars. The layers were continuously collapsing swept off by the Earth's Weight and I was astonished to see that it wasn't at all a continuous and dense mass, it was, as I just said, it was stratified and spongy. I could even see the penitentiary's levels and could hear the convicts moaning....

"In a material world, the ego is material. Whatever you feel, communicate, think, is material, when you are talking about one person, you are referring to the body and its deeds, but when the ego plunges into the imaginary world the body become uncertain. Only this obsession remains: the light, to be brought to light. The ones who do this are marked. They can get hold of the power attracting the spirits of those who love them, which are finally assimilated. Grab the power!"

It was "Brother's" voice who I could hear close to my ears, if not from inside me, and suddenly I turned towards a huge hall full of people and I stroke in the middle of the crowd.. There has been a glorious collapse, a recurring wonder, an expected strike. The astral light, genuine, but disguised and therefore unknown...