Astral travel

(Maggi Lidchi Grassi, Great Sir and the Heaven Lady:)

“Come with me, said Great Sir, but do not look left or right and do not look down.

John seized the ankles and felt himself swung up. They gathered speed. Like a great double bird they clove through worlds of stifling gloom in which, but for his hold on Great Sir, he would have suffocated. They turned and twisted through the murk, through the terror which gave way before them. Phantoms fled like night visions at cockcrow. He pressed his cheek against the heels of Him who had always, always and in all lives been his Beloved Friend.

There was now less resistance and something subtly new which his eyes opened on, less opaque, thinning with gaps and swirls as in a mist, and with a last corkscrew twist they broke into a clearer sweeter world of infinite shores and sparkling silver seas.

He looked down in wonder on an eternal still summer of innocence and ease where peace fell like a dew. Throbbing with bliss, radiant god-forms flowed. It was a timeless valley of delight.

We have to go beyond.

Without warning, without transition they were flying out into the night, terrestrial night, flying over Italy. Together they looked down on the bridges of Florence spanning the Arno with quiet arching rhapsody, this city of accomplishment, a phrase in their eternal dialogue, in their silent exchange. The gardens and palazzi nodded in affirmation of their passing and then, with a memory that burst like a Tuscan grape in the press, he remembered that they had lived here once. His laughter spilled over the hills of Assisi, the red earth of Siena; before the last ripples were behind them dawn turned the world to pink and orange over the sands of Egypt.

Questions dissolved when he saw his own heart’s home. The heart-shaped country Ma Kelly had spoken of. It was his Master’s home. They moved over its eastern side and came down over a cluster of dove grey houses, cool in the brightening dawn. A terraced roof was brilliant with magenta bougainvillea. Between the houses and the darker grey of the streets, white-clad figures moved.

Now do you remember?

‘I know. I know what we have always been. You are the Beloved Friend.’ They looked a look that went from life to life. A voice spoke in his heart,

You see, our love is beyond loss, beyond disturbance. Our love continues inviolate.

His heart, suffused with peace and bathed in grace, laid itself at his Master’s feet. Unable to bear more he closed his eyes. His soul was wrapped in flame, he was consumed and born once more.

Fine filaments of sun passing through his brain illumined the points of his life and of his Master’s life to which he chose to turn. Each concept on which he had been reared had taken him away from his own being and the knowledge of his freedom.

He let a beam pass through the moment of his birth and play his whole life, showed his Master that he had been born in a centre of barbaric ignorance and superstition, how never in his whole life had anyone explained to him that he had lived before; nobody knew. The ray itself was coming from his Master. Now the Master’s life unfolded, simple, human. Consciousness in its enormous love taking on the pain of human birth and life.

He had come to don earth’s resistant matter and to kindle its dormant soul. And what was wanted of John Kelly’s soul was that he help Great Sir and the Lady. His life was full of its own sense. The Lady and Great Sir, then, were somewhere on earth.

I will show you something.

Upon another terrace beside him was Great Sir with silky white hair flowing, one golden arm and shoulder bare, the other draped in soft white cloth.

Look.

John peered over the edge at a familiar scene: smoke, tanks, eruptions, more smoke, men marching in formation. He knew that they were looking not into the horror of the past, but at the future, at what was still to be. He turned in protest, but something stopped him. But if he were being asked to go through it again he simply could not. He knew that. He had gone through all that, had left his body and would not return to it again. He would never let go of his Lord’s ankles. He felt resistance taken from him, he must be quiet to understand.

Do you know what we are doing here?

Once again they looked down at the grey and white houses within which jeweled points of energy began to bud. He knew that men and women were offering their lives to the Force that sought to penetrate the earth. The world’s sleep kept the light at bay. Forces of darkness held the ridge. His place was down here with these advance guards of the spirit. His body lay wrapped in its shroud down there and waiting, but he must find the Lady.”

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See also

• Dreams
• Inner dimensions