The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

A MASTER OF THE TEMPLE Eyes half closed, fixed on nose. Shut them about the middle of the meditation and turned them to Ajna. Very few invading thoughts. Presently all became brilliant light, with which I became identified. Realization of Oneness. No doubt remained that this was indeed the Union with the Higher Self. Then again arose the question “What about the Others when this state subsides again?” Then it seemed that a voice spoke clearly to the brain, saying: “Truly when united so thou art one with the Holy Guardian Angel that speaks unto thee now. Therefore worry no more about attaining. In future it is thy work to see that not only the part attain, but that other parts, those that are called ‘others’ in ordinary consciousness, realize the Oneness also.” N. B. These are not the words, and do not properly express the meaning. The experience itself was in the nature of realization rather than in any language. (Not at all bad. O.M.) Dec. 12. To-night, while walking, I thought that some time, when I can find the right person, it would be well to get him to record for me one of these experiences such as that of last night, during its occurrence; (1) providing I could speak without altering the state of consciousness; (2) providing I could find the neces- sary person. (No good. O.M.) Dec. 15th, 11.50 to 12.9 P.M. Astral Journey. On first trying to project astral it went rapidly off in a N.E. direction (Bad. O.M.) then described a curve to the North and so round twice, and became nor- mal again. Second attempt. Enclosed astral in egg of light, sent it straight up. Egg opened; and I opened eyes in space. I saw above me a shining object, oblong in shape, and travelling to it, found it almost like a kite. Leaning upon it, I was carried backwards for some distance, during which time I watched a changing landscape below. Wishing to descend, I dropped towards the Earth, and found body supported by another. When near the ground, skimmed over the earth and eventually came to a dark gateway or tunnel. Walked into this and pro- ceeded, lighted by a silver star on brow, till I arrived at a circular room at the end, lit by one candle placed on a round table at which sat an old white-bearded man writing in a book. I approached him, and said: “Why writest thou, Father?” and he replied “That those who read may live.” (I seem to have asked him an- other question, but cannot remember what.) Then I said: “What writest thou, Father?” And he replied: “Death, always Death.” And I said: “Show me thy writing, Father” and looking he wrote the word HARTHA. And I said “This is a mystery to me” so he pointed to it letter by letter and I tried to interpret it Qabalistically, but was not successful. It seemed that the value of the letters was 507. He said I should understand, and with that I left him and returned. 167