SUM LUX, THE MAHASAMADHI OF SHIVASTUS SOLOMONICUS.

 

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

forgetting. 

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?”

 

“Innocent.” 

 

“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… 

SUM LUX!”

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.  

 

PRAXIS, GUILTY KNOWLEDGE

 

Hello students of the Mysteries, this is Noah Socrates speaking to your from the Akashic Repository via the tepaphone, let those of you that have ears listen.  Today we are not going to scry or move through history as we usually do but I am going to tell you of an event that I remember back when I was on earth with my beloved Guru and friend frater Shivastus Solomonicus.  Sometimes he would get so enthusiastic that he would blurt out occult secrets and expose that he had personally influenced events in history.  He would incriminate himself with guilty knowledge that only a certain historical personage had known.  

This one time the subject of King Arthur came up which provoked babaji to start going into this story about how Excalibur had been the name of Arthurs first sword and he had broken it by using it dishonorably.  Babaji then explained that the name of the second sword was PRAXIS.  Everyone was dumbfounded, mouths agape.  Many of his students were fluent with the subject of Arthurian Mysticism and diligent students of those  mysteries, and none of them had ever heard that before.  It wasn’t hard to figure out that Babaji being 900 and some years old had something personally to do with King Arthur.  He had accidentally shown his hand.  

A frantic discussion began in the Zed to find out exactly what his relationship with Arthur was.  I won’t tell you all of the wild ideas but just the ones that I found in my research from the Akashic Library to have been correct.  It turns out that he was the Merlin.  Merlin’s staff had two dragons on it.  According to what Shivastus said at other times the white dragon and the red dragon represented Indulgeance and Aversion the forces that make up the human body.  The wine and the bread, the blood and the brain.  He taught that the balancing of these out was the alchemical marriage.  Many of the Zed thought and I feel correctly so that his initials S.S. were a reference to the two dragons on Merlin’s staff.  

Some believed that the two S’s in Moses were similar.  Shivastus often taught that the word moses meant freedom and came from the Indian word Moksha.  Some people correlated the two serpents that Moses Serpent ate up when he threw it down in front of Janis and Jambris as meaningful too.  Shivah tells us the Jains were the mystics from india.  Moses demonstrated Sapiential Authority over the advisers to the king. 

 

I was able to talk to him in private one day as we walked through the maze garden on our walking meditations and he told me that what King Arthur had been trying to do was to bring the philosophy of the cult of the Augures to the modern age for the good of the world.  Arthur was Auctoritas, the word made by the cult of the Augures and their philosophy on society and praxis, the Zed society itself was based on the tenets of that cult.  Even Jesus had tried to bring the very same message to the West and succeeded to a greater or lesser extent before his message was corrupted.  Auctoritas Rex is the once and future king because he is the only king that deserves to rule.  Jesus wasn’t king of the Jews, he was king of the philosophers because the rabbinical tradition was a philosophical guru tradition, so it should read.  

IAESUS NAZAREUM REX PHILOSOPHORUM

Praxis is the practice and process of applying your philosophy in the world, walking your talk.  The high priest isn’t above the law and doesn’t invent the law, he teaches the law and the law is pre existent and immutable.  If the high priest didn’t teach it the very rocks would scream it.  Nobody is above the authority of reason.  Homo Sapiens means wise man.  People aren’t born wise and some people never attain to wisdom which means that not all human animals are actually HUMAN, only wise man is human, only wise man is like god.

 Shivastus would hammer over and over again that if you don’t know the logical fallacies and cognitive biases you can’t prevent yourself from making them.  And you will not be a wizard before you are a philosopher king.  The siddhis don’t even begin to take effect until you are rational, perfectly rational.  Magick is not only dangerous to the wielder without reason and without a guru, it is an act of theft from god. 

THE VAMPIRE SOPHIA

 

Alex sat in the corner of the open air coffee shop as it approached midnight, it was in the downtown part of old town Pasadena.  All of the yuppies came to clubs in the area to show off their cash and to dance badly, but the coffee shop was quiet with the eption of lounge music.  At the moment nobody was there.  He had a stack of notebooks on his left and a stack of books on his right and one of each was open on the table in front of him.  He held one open while he wrote in the other.  He still preferred pen and paper to all the modern technology.  He dropped his pen and paper to rub his tired eyes.  He was frustrated and depressed, discontent with everything.  It wasn’t that he disliked himself, he loved himself, he wouldn’t want to be anybody else, what irritated him was the way he was treated, perceived, evaluated, and ranked by others.  He couldn’t get promoted, he couldn’t get acknowledged, he couldn’t even find a loyal friend.  Attractive by anyone’s standard he was also an artist, a writer of fiction and essays, he was experienced with performance arts and public speaking, he had danced professionally, he studied philosophies that others would never in their lives be able to begin to comprehend.  But all of this seemed to count against him, people were intimidated by him.
 
He suspected that the only thing that could change his fate was something he had spent all of his life trying to uproot from his life, the irrational.  He could lie, he could tell people what they wanted to hear, he could manipulate them, and rob them and sabotage them.  He could appear to be their friend and then stab them in the back, and then they would like him, not because they wanted to, but because they had to.  The very concept was repellent to him and yet it seemed to work for everyone else.  The world was litigious, acquisitive, vexatious, full of phony people and gilded gargoyles.  Rats scurrying about trying to prove to each other that they are something they are not.  Failing to recognize that one communicates to others what one is by being, not by doing. 
 
He didn’t want to be right about people or about society, he wanted to be wrong but over and over again his worldview was upheld, or when it appeared that he had found someone that was different from the others he was disappointed yet again.  Then he would get depressed.  Then he would get creative.  Then he would delve deeper into philosophy and express his feelings through art.  And then he would get smarter, and then he would see more, and then he would see that the corruption and perversion had run even deeper and social failure was even more inevitable than he had thought before which would begin the downward spiral all over again.  He didn’t know how much longer he could take it.  All he wanted was to be treated nice, and to be understood, to have someone to love, and to belong somewhere with something resembling a family, people that would protect him and support him and appreciate him.  But just as the ocean cannot be contained in a thimble the average person was incapable of understanding him. 
 
As he sat there wallowing in despair, he was unaware that one of the oldest vampires alive was listening in on his every thought.  She sat perched atop the alleyway.  She was riveted.  Nos Feratu, much like viruses do not appear alive until they are near living organisms, and the more alive the organism, the more active vampires become.  She was aroused beyond measure, this creature so rare, intoxicating her with his eloquent pain.  Everything a person knows and does is in their blood, and his blood was rich and juicy.  Her eyes were fixed on him like a hungry tigress stalking a sambar deer. 
 
Time seemed to stop, and silence descended on the alley.  Sophia, that was her name, turned into a black mist and disappeared into the shadows, soundlessly appearing and slinking towards Alex in an alien manner.  She was small of stature, and her limbs were deceivingly delicate in appearance, her facial features were a pleasant blend of roman and Egyptian.  Her dark eyes were surrounded by thick black lushes that looked like twin, Gothic butterflies.  Sophia was drunk on the genius and passion that wafted from the soul in front of her.  It was everything she could do to contain her blood lust, but 900 years experience reminded her that this was a rare moment to be made to last as long as possible, to be teased out until it was unbearable.  She used every scrap of her will power to remain in control of her hunger. 
 
Alex noticed her with a start and instantly she was in front of him looking deep into his eyes glamouring him so he wouldn’t try to flee, which would have been futile anyway.  
 
“Shhhhh!  Relax!  I am not going to hurt you, yet.”  Her fangs were thick contrasting starkly with the rest of her harmless appearance.  “I am going to release you so you can talk to me don’t try to run ok?”  she squeezed his cheeks and shook his head as she spoke. 
 
Alex nodded distantly.  
 
Sophia pulled his chair away from the table and curled up on his lap.  “I feel your pain.”  her hand slid up his chest and pulled his collar down.  “I understand you.”  She made a pouty face as she spoke, her fingernail made a tiny incision in his exposed chest, and she watched the blood accumulate and run a little before she deftly scooped it up with her tongue.  It was as good as she had expected, her eyes rolled back and her head and her back arched.  She moaned as she tried to remain composed.  Her chest heaved as her intensified arousal increased her heartbeat.  Fluidly she pulled herself up to straddle him and grabbed his face in her hands.  She sucked his lip into her mouth and tugged on it playfully, biting it quickly, before letting it slip out of her mouth.  She salivated as she watched the blood accumulate and run down his chin.  Running her fingers through his hair she pulled his head back and licked up the blood.  Kissing him, sucking the blood from the wound.  She licked his tongue as though she could taste him, tasting his own blood.  
 
“I could take you away from all of this you know, if I wanted to…..  I could make you a king, a warrior king.  I could make you a god.  No more pain, no more suffering, no more having to treat human trash as equals.  Just your will, whatever it might be, not even your will, your whim.  Does that sound good to you?  Would you like that?…..SPEAK MY PET!”
 
Alex couldn’t believe what he was experiencing.  He had never even contemplated whether vampires were real or not and now this succubus was upon him, loving him, taking away his pain, eating him, understanding him.  He didn’t speak out of thought but out of reflex.  He reacted to the first time in years not being in a state of constant misery.  “yessssss”  He rasped. 
 
Sophia’s body became taut and she snapped into him like a cobra and bit into his neck with a crunch.  Her face was sprayed with blood from an ejaculation from his jugular.  She came to her senses again and closed the wound, while she wiped all of the blood from her face and swallowed it.  It would be sacrilege to waste a single drop.   
 
THE END. 
 
FOR NOW……

The Orgone Generator

7 came too groggily, He didn’t know where he was.  He saw a bright light over him and he thought he saw an angel with azure eyes and golden blond hair and creamy freckled cleavage and a voice also like an angel.  Her voice was warm and loving like a lover’s voice but not unlike one’s mothers voice if she was really hot.

“Can you hear me?”  the angel said.

“Oh…, yeah.” 7 said realizing that she had been repeating herself and he had not really been focused.  He was in a strange room he didn’t recognize and his body was in a fluid that was warm and looked like milk.  It tickled as though millions of tiny hands were doing some form of energy massage on every cell of his body, he had never experienced anything like it. 

“Where am I?”  asked 7.

“You are in the  Orgone room in the Holy of Holies, the sanctum sanctorum.”  Angel said affectionately.

“I didn’t know this place existed.”  7

“Most people don’t, it is a well kept secret, a sacred secret, one of our most important, for the ZED I mean.  The only reason you found out about it is because you were almost dead.  We had to bring you here to keep you alive.  You would be dead right now if it was not for the orgone in this room.”  Angel said

7 glanced around the strange room, there was a aquamarine fog that expanded and moved around the room like silent slow moving lightning.  It was some manner of energy, it seemed to be emanating from an ornate gilded rectangular box with two golden angels that were kneeling facing one another in prayer.  There was a ball of the same colored energy above and between them which seemed to be the source of all of the ambient energy in the room.  He noticed that the Orgone seemed to be energizing the bath he lay in, when the tendrils reached out to the liquid there was a subtle cascade that danced across the surface and then he felt the energy from it.  His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt very sleepy and at the same time he felt like he was having an orgasm, ecstasy coursed through every nerve in his body.  His body relaxed and he asked, “What is this orgone generator?  Where does this energy come from?”

 

“Well, our noble founder Frater Shivastus Solomonicus, knew but could not demonstrate until the ZED were created that there is a tangible energy that is given off by proper equal relationship.  This energy is called orgone, chi, ki, chaitanya, prana, mana and an infinite number of other names.  It is a living intelligent energy and it changes the universe around it.  When people come together of their own free will and expand their sense of self to include one another, and those people all have the same or similar souls in the form of the same philosophy, when they live in harmony, this energy is created by the quality of their interactions it takes on a personality and it does their will.  Every event, interaction, word, thought, deed in a relationship characterizes the relationship, creates its qualities.  The smarter a person is the more orgone they can absorb out of the surrounding area, and they can command this energy.  Only philosopher kings can wield it.  Shivastus wanted this knowledge kept from anyone that didn’t need to know about it to minimize the chances of someone trying to take control of it and use it for nefarious purposes.  There are Zed masters that don’t know about this place because they have never been injured badly enough to be brought here.”

 

“It feels so …. good.”  7

 

Angel, slipped onto the step behind him in the white bath her thighs hugged the back of his, her skirt absorbed the milky water and became transparent and warm.  Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.  “Does this bother you?”  she asked. 

 

“No, not at all.”  7

 

Her hand caressed and massaged his skin, “See, Shivastus taught us that the healing energy, is the spiritual energy, which is the sexual energy.”  Her hand slid down the hollow of his stomach and into the water between his legs,  she ever so gently touched his masculinity,  there was an immediate change in the flow of orgone in the room, the light became more intense and locked a thick beam on the area where here hand and his groin met, all the other streams of light in the room flicked back and forth like a playful cat that was about to pounce on unsuspecting prey.  7 closed his eyes and leaned to kiss Angel, “Remain alert, you should be learning, this is important, unconscious in relationship is not relationship.  People have thresholds for pleasure as well as for pain, when they pass this threshold they want to be unconscious.  You must make an effort to remain conscious.” 

 

7 opened his eyes and turned his head forward.  He observed the light and how it changed the way it moved based on her gentle stroking, he realized that there was some subtle obscure correlation between the sensations he had down there and the flow of the light.  Her grasp tightened on his member firmly and his legs tightened, she stroked the blood into the head of his penis and maintained her asphyxiating grip.  Her strokes were shorter now but still firm, the water acted almost as a lubricant.  His body stiffened and his back arched, he felt her wet boobies on his back like soft, happy, puppies that he wanted to play with.  When he exploded he felt himself become the focal point of all the light in the room, it coursed through him blowing out any energetic blockages in his nadis, he felt the light inside him converging on his third eye, he felt it glowing like a diamond,  there was a sensation there, a presence that he hadn’t felt before, an intelligence.  He felt a tiny, glowing, diamond shaped light that surged with power, he knew it would always be there from now on.  He knew that it had always been there but he hadn’t sensed it until this moment because it had never been exposed to the light before, the light had never been able to reach there. 

 

His body relaxed and his posture slackened,  “Thank you,” he said.

 

“You are welcome.”  Angels grip slowly and deliberately released its strangle hold on his member and rose from the white froth, on her hand his semen glowed eerily with its own light, it was a beautiful color, royal blue, aquamarine, cobalt, cornflower, it was difficult to pinpoint the exact color but it was beautiful and blue.  “Hmm, I have never seen an ejaculate this color before, it is powerful and radiant.”  Before he could react it she had put her hand to her mouth and started licking glowing light from her hand like a kitten happily licking its paws. 

 

“I hope you always remember what you learned here, this will be important for you for the rest of your life.”

The Alchemical Marriage of Shivastus Solomonicus

originally posted August 13, 2014 as part of the predictive meditations channeled from Shivastus Solomonicus by Joxua Luxor… Updated today as he was editing his book for publication.  

Hello students of the Mysteries, this is Noah Socrates talking to you from the Akashic Library by the Technology of the Aetheriphone.  This is reconstructed from the lost manuscript of Shivastus the Last Organon.  Around his 300th year of life Shivastus achieved the level of spiritual attainment of the third eye chakra also known as the 6th heaven.  He spontaneously entered into a deep samadhi state and sat without moving, eating, drinking, defecating or urinating for a month and 10 days.  According to his meditation this is what he experienced:

I saw myself as Adam and I was married to Eve.  I saw my life from beginning to end, all 930 years of it.  I lived to make Eve happy and god happy and in the end she made me miserable for it.  There wasn’t a single happiness that she didn’t rob me of.  Even when I wanted to die for lack of the experiences that would make my soul glad to remain on earth her soul called out to mine and wailed and appealed to my emotions until I felt I owed it to her to remain in Hellish torment.  When finally I was able to shuffle off my mortal coil, a figure appeared before me and said, “I am your god and father, kiss me my son, I am grateful of your return.”

I was horrified, “You are MY god???”  I cried, “My god would not have subjected me to that insult known as life, that humiliation, that repugnancy, that redundancy, that furious dance of futility.  Why would one pick a perfect diamond soul from the emerald green tree of life and dip it in the murky turd water of human experience.”

Sanat Kumara looked sad, “Are you serious? I created the experience known as “Life” so that people could learn what it feels like to be me, surrounded by children incapable of understanding me, these angels.  Those that chose to shoulder this crucifix are my prodigal children.  In life you perform on a microcosmic level with some help what I perform on a macrocosmic scale, the balancing and combining of the four elements earth, water, fire, and air.  You perform theurgy, the art of the fifth element, the quintessence.  I do the same thing in the act of creation but I create those elements out of my essence which is nothingness.  I gave man creative intelligence so he can choose to be like me.  An artist in the act of creation does me worship in creating art.  There is no greater form of flattery.”

Adam responded, “Ok, that may be, perhaps I was too hasty but what is the deal with this creature called woman?  What was the need for that cruel joke?  That slave-driving succubus, that vitriolic vampire, that life sucking Lillith?”

Sanat Kumara affectionately responded, “Well, my Son, that was a necessary evil, in that world I am the demiurge, and Nature reflects my personality.  Life necessarily needs to be difficult.  At one time there weren’t two sexes, every creature was a hermaphrodite, Hermes Aphrodite, they were the Adapa, they reproduced without sex, but they were too unstable, erratic, violent mood swings, or no emotions at all, deep depression, and the children that were subject to it became even more damaged.  It was entirely unstable.  So I arranged for the sexes to be split and the duties to be specialized.  The female dominant brains would focus on the pleasant things that they liked assuming an environment in which they could do so and the surplus created by another for them to dote upon their children and themselves.  The greatest evil the woman would know about would be the man.”

“Men on the other hand gaze into the abyss, Nature, my personality, they wrestle with nature and reality, they meditate on conflict and how to win, they are death seekers, philosophers, homo sapiens, wise man, Buddha’s at their best.”

“The Holy Trinity, which I branded into every living organism is Tripartite, three-fold in nature, the Tresante Trinosophia, the tripura sundari.  There is the Father, the Mother, and the Son.”

“The Father represents Wisdom, logic, and reason.  His interests are externalized into the environment, the world, maths, sciences, astronomy, philosophy, psychology, and the occult.  The father is concerned with the city, the polis, police, policy, and politics.”

“The Mother represents moral authority, charity and mercy, has her attention turned in, she focuses on her emotions and her desires, life, babies, puppies, kittens old people, the crippled, the needy, and the beggars.  Her attention is in the house, the oikos, and the economy.  She takes care of the children, pays the wages, keeps the cellars full of wine, and the cupboards full of sweetmeat, and rules the slaves.”

“In ancient times this was understood better, before that wisdom was lost, nature was killed off, the earth shackled with roads and suffocated with cities, scarred with mines, but soon she will shake off these evildoers like a bitch shakes off fleas and then drowns them in a river.  There are the Sattvic, Rajasic, and Tamasic gunas.  In ancient Greece it was the Philosopher kings, the Guardians, and the Slaves.  The mother’s function was modeled after the primum mobile, the prime mover unmoved.  Godself doesn’t act directly on the earth, it is inert and unmoving in the earth.  Any movement from god self would be a negation of god self.  Time didn’t exist until creation existed, therefore the prime mover is before time, and therefore movement is impossible for him.  He influences the earth through his holy spirit, his Shekinah, his Colume, that is the function of the wife.  The man moves in the world but on returning to the house he lifts nary a finger accept to the humiliation of his wife.”

“The son represents action, the mother emotion, and the father understanding and reason.  When all is well in the house the mother respects and submits to the father, and the son listens to his mother who doesn’t usurp the father’s authority or corrupt his message, until such a time as the mother’s authority ends and the son enters the domain of the tutelage of the father, which is the world.  Reason must have more control over action than morality does or things will go badly in the world and in the polis and in the oikos.  One’s feet must be quick to run to goodness.”

Adam spoke again, “It makes so much sense hearing you say it but it would take a million lifetimes to get relationship right.  I seriously doubt my ability to make it happen. ”

Sanat Kumara, “Ha, ha!  And so that has been the case.  The power of god can only be unleashed in proper relationship.  When anyone is not doing their duty this vexes the spirit and it can be felt by those that are sensitive to my will.  The problem is humorous in a kind of unfunny way that only a god could laugh at, when the soul incarnates it splits, part of the soul becomes male and the other female, with any luck they find each other and marry, but this is just the beginning of the problem.  It is strange to think that the organelles of the brain are really little brains themselves, but we have a singular voice and a singular perspective even though we have two eyes, and we have a singular sense of self.  I am me.  Since men and women come from two halves of the same soul it seems they should get along easily, but I will tell you a secret, the soul of bodichitta, the heart mind is both analytical and emotional.  In female minds emotion is dominant and in male minds analysis is dominant.  Every word spoken or thought and every event has emotional data and analytical data.  Women think that the highest authority is moral authority and that the solution must be pleasant in order to be correct.  Women seek to expand and increase their authority, moral authority, which has an envelope of application and an arena where it gets no good results whatsoever, unless a woman realizes this and bows before Sapiential Authority, she will destroy everything and everyone around her over and over again.  She will turn women into men and men into women and treat everyone as children.  It will be a very pleasant environment as long as there is a surplus to sustain it and until there is a rapacious band of men that has no respect for moral authority and then the feminine system of authority will crumble like a gingerbread house.”

“True femininity and by true I mean uncorrupt, unperverted, that which succeeds, is latent within true masculinity and vice versa, and the father is the son.  One is not different from another just as there is only one sun in the heavens at sunrise, high noon, sunset, and midnight.  This is the meaning of the yin and yang, this is the mystery of the virgin birth, and this is how Isis resurrected Osiris by getting pregnant from his corpse and conceiving Horus.”

“You must make the journey yourself, I can only point you in the right direction.”  Saying this Sanat Kumara took his thumb and placed it on the forehead of Adam.

Shivastus Solomonicus stirred from his 40 day and 40 night vigil.  Some of his disciples sat expectantly tending to him with gifts of grapes, and dates, and pomegranates to break his fast.

“Did you attain enlightenment master?”  One of them asked.

“A new level of enlightenment, yes?” eagerly queried another.

“How do you feel?” pondered a third.

“I feel…

I feel thirsty…

for a warm chai tea….”  Shivastus serenely responded.

FIN