During my first samadhi I had a sensation as though God was telling me a joke and I was the only one in the universe that was laughing.
During my second death I had a feeling like god was a lonely old man telling himself stories and starting to believe they were real.
During my third death I realized that I was god.
During my fourth death I realized that I was nothing so it didn’t matter if I was god, everything, everywhere, was nothing.
The universe is NOTHING CHANGING.
During my fifth death it was revealed to me that I was love and things came into existence so that I could express my love to myself
in the form of other objects and people.
During my 6th death I realized that there were too many phenomenon in the universe to comprehend.
During my 7th death I longed for the dissolution of my sense of self. I wanted to return to a state of forgetting. I wanted to remember
FROM THE LINGAYAT OF SHIVASTUS SOLOMONICUS
Shivastus Solomonicus lay dying, at 999 years of age surrounded by his most faithful apostles. Ataraxia, sat at his right hand reading to him and recording his dying will. Noah Socrates was well on his way to return the book of all Wisdom to the Akashic Library. Shivastus had purified himself of all of his karmas and had satisfied all of his desires he had achieved zero karma hundreds of years ago and felt nothing as his life slowly fled from him. He faded in and out of consciousness and this is what he experienced.
Noah Socrates was able to fill this in retroactively from the Akashic Library with the blessing of Frater S. S.
I felt my soul project from my body shooting up like a rocket into the void of space. I picked up speed and found myself heading towards Saturn, entering the atmosphere I suddenly I found myself in a room with a large scales in front of me and a large, black, Jackal headed creature facing me. In front of the scales and the creature there was something, hideous, and writhing and disgusting that looked like the head of Medusa. On either side of me facing in the same direction there were two muscular creatures looking similar to the first except each had a sword and a spear. I sensed they were some manner of bailiffs. The first creature spoke in a loud, deep, strange voice saying, “I am Dogon, and this is very serious, these are grave matters. Your life is on trial. How do you plead?”
“Do you see this knot floating in front of me? That is the collective judgments and superstitions and traditions of all of the people from your realm and they disagree with you. Defend your assertion.”
“I only recognize the authority of reason as the law which has the right to judge me.”
“You appear lacking in humility.”
“I am ill equipped to win the contest of humility, just as others are ill equipped to win the contest of ability, should I hide my light so that they think their own brighter? I increased my talents and they buried their own.”
“You are an unpleasant, arrogant, creature.”
“It is hard to live a life of pleasantness when you are wise and are surrounded by morons that want to force their way on you and are determined themselves to fail. I disagree that I am arrogant, I believe I evaluate myself correctly. Arrogance is thinking you are better than you are, I am as good as I think I am and I am willing to prove it.”
“Do you mock my authority?”
“Does authority extend to making a crooked law? or practicing an injustice? If you can’t prove me wrong in reasoned debate or in scientific experiment then I deserve a contest of strength.”
“What you say is not untrue, but as long as this knot exists, your sentence is mandatory and I have no ability to lessen it.”
Now, to say that Shivastus was a good martial artist would have been a lie. He was a great martial artist, perhaps the greatest ever, he was a full fledged Tai Chi, he had absorbed so much orgone that he could move at the speed of thought and he had the strength of over 100 men. Faster than the eye could see, or the mind could grasp, in one fell swoop he had grabbed one of the swords and was flipping through the air towards the Gordion Knot. Charging the sword with chi and concentrating his intention, before anyone could act he severed the ugly giant head of sentimental judgments in twain, and their lay the dying Gorgon head, writhing and oozing and gurgling in its death throws.
“You are free to go.” Said the creature.
Shivastus repercussed into his physical body, startling Ataraxia. The rest of the account is told to us by her.
“What is it, my guru?”
“I see myself in the garden of Eden. I am the tree, and I am god, and I am Adam, and I am eve, and all three are one in me. I have crossed the abyss…
Shivastus exhaled his last breath and his body disappeared, a sparkly golden light filled the room. There was the sound of haunting Angelic music, and the intoxicating smell of night blooming jasmine, the most delicate of smells. The smell and the music lingered for three days and a million people came to visit the place of his death and it became a holy sight. He had filled himself with so much orgone that when the soul energy was raised it also turned his physical body into intelligent energy. The only thing left behind was his hair and nails, which, as was his request was made into a lab grown diamond and placed into a ring. The carbon from his hair and nails colored the diamond the most beautiful unearthly color of blue and it was set in a shrine to wait for the appointed one that would save the Zed society if it became corrupt.