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Each system of spiritual attainment attempts to reach into the heavens.  But only the few, the cursed, have dared to pull the heavens to earth in a fiery collision.  Only a few have shed enough blood into the dark waters to not only stir, but to fully awaken the Serpent and bring his wrath upon the face of the earth.

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Questioner: I am sorry for my lack of penetration of these mechanisms and I apologize for some rather stupid questions, but I think we have here a point that is somewhat central to what we are presently attempting to understand. Some of my next questions may be almost unacceptably stupid, but I will attempt to try to understand what this power that our visitor seeks is and how he uses it. It seems to me that this is central to the mind and its evolution.

As our visitor increases his power through these works, what is the power that he increases? Can you describe it?

Ra: I am Ra. The power of which you speak is a spiritual power. The powers of the mind, as such, do not encompass such works as these. You may, with some fruitfulness, consider the possibilities of moonlight. You are aware that we have described the Matrix of the Spirit as a Night. The moonlight, then, offers either a true picture seen in shadow or chimera and falsity. The power of falsity is deep as is the power to discern truth from shadow. The shadow of hidden things is an infinite depth in which is stored the power of the One Infinite Creator.

The adept, then, is working with the power of hidden things illuminated by that which can be false or true. To embrace falsity, to know it, and to seek it, and to use it gives a power that is most great. This is the nature of the power of your visitor and may shed some light upon the power of one who seeks in order to serve others as well, for the missteps in the night are oh! so easy.

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guruu said:

I think I might be involuntarily going the left hand path

I would totally be the guy at the dojo that turned from the teachings and used his powers for evil hahaha.

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Better watch out or you might get crane kicked lol

yogabunny said:

i've never heard of the left hand path?

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guruu said:

I think I might be involuntarily going the left hand path

I would totally be the guy at the dojo that turned from the teachings and used his powers for evil hahaha.

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Yeah I have the feeling that I've triggered some involuntary, unstoppable process that's gonna end up completely mindfucking my consciousness. 

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In some offshoot Hindu practices, it is recognized that as the Yogi reaches a certain stage of development, he will experience “instant Karma,” where his wrongdoings will immediately compound upon him, rather than waiting years or even lifetimes to return.  This is very similar to what I’m talking about here.  Your physical being and environment responds sometimes chaotically to the increased vibrations in an attempt to adapt to them.  It is a natural “culling” of yourself and everything around you.

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I've been here , in this stage , for some time now..it seems.

Again.. i don't believe that this is some force out there that we should call karma.
I think its me doing it.
Sort of like.. balancing the energy so as not to be in dept.
I take a little bit away from you..
then.. some of mine is taken away and given back to you..
and i think this all done underneath the awareness of the conscious mind.
Its like  we're all energy businessmen underneath.

I think this is one of the reasons why my interaction with people has become less frequent as of late.
Why cant we all just forgive each other ?
Make it understood that we all forgive each other.
Sort of like an unspoken disclaimer whirling about in the air , and we all turn our heads away from it and engage in this battle over oxygen.

It just bores me .. the whole thing you know..
like.. if im mean to you.. and you're the kind of person that doesn't get upset by that , to the point where you start leaking energy..
then im in the clear basically.

But.. if you're the kinda person that will feel endangered by this attitude i might display.. you basically suck me into this transaction.

The line between good guys and bad guys grows thin my friends.
Roles are becoming reversed as we go deeper into the mystery or maybe our perspective on the dichotomy becomes very cloudy and confusing.

The truth is this.. and you need no book to understand it.
It is a very big sacrifice choosing the left hand path.

You have to get all these "goody people" to accept you and forgive you , while giving them every reason not to.

A path that requires deeper amnesia than the one you currently suffer.

I just want to breathe freely without having a thought somewhere in the back of my mind that every inhale is a lone that i must pay back with an exhale.

Universes collapse as i fill my lungs with oxygen and novel ones created as i feed the trees.
A dynamic existence of infliction and retribution manifested into dualism.
One has no choice but to endure the nemesis , one has created for hirself.

We are born.. and we scream and cry over the first breath we take.

Oooohhhhh shit.
What have i gotten myself into.

It is life.
Expanding and contracting to our eager eyes  and as the layers get thinner and drier they peal off to reveal a realm in which everything is understood.
Nothing has been taken , and nothing needs to be returned.
It is but one identity conducting all the transactions between these illusory manifestations existing in amnesia.

And while the drama never stops , a sign stands on every path like the man on the stairs that wasn't there.
It points at you approving and simultaneously disapproving each and every one of your actions memory has bothered to shove into history.

As the music on your path turns into a broken record and all the signs begin to rust , a cry is uttered.
Your tired lungs have one last thing to do before you are swept by the dust underneath your feet.

A spark of light is born from this final exhale you have birthed with all the energy your old bones  and withering lungs can muster.
A little sparrow has sprung out of your mouth in  a flight you can now only feel in memory.
The playful flapping of the wings and a tune that only little birdies use to jerk your tears and spread your mouth wide open into explosive laughter and delight.

Now you have remembered.
This.. is what brought it all about.
This.. is the message you have been ignoring all of your days.
The sign on the road could not have been clearer.

Nothing too serious is going on here.


WE hurt.
We draw tears and blood and then take a massive shit in that red sea.

We are ever hunted.
Running and hiding from the dragon that has no mirrors in his cave.
A drama we perpetuate with our seemingly unbreakable resilience to the so apparent truth ...

We are but musing ourselves with an illusion.
Passing sand around in a game of musical chairs that sit on sand themselves.

Let it go.
Let it slip out of your hands and let the chairs sink into history while we fly upward into a new myth.
A new story.
A different level of a different game.

Is it not time .. ? Am i the only one exhausted and nauseous ?

What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.



We shake hands in agreement. As if a contract exists. Something we deem to be objective and both adhere to. We both use the same hand to symbolize this.

We hold hands in acceptance. As if no contract exists and nothing objective out there can defy the beauty of our differences. We use opposite hands to symbolize this.

... and you dont have to shake my hand on that one.

Lion said:

Wrapped,
surrounded by 10,000 mountains
Cut off--No place to go
Until you're here, there's no way to get here
Once you're here, there's no way to go

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jivJaN said:

I've been here , in this stage , for some time now..it seems.

Again.. i don't believe that this is some force out there that we should call karma.
I think its me doing it.

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jivJaN said:

Sort of like.. balancing the energy so as not to be in dept.
I take a little bit away from you..
then.. some of mine is taken away and given back to you..
and i think this all done underneath the awareness of the conscious mind.
Its like  we're all energy businessmen underneath.

---

jivJaN said:

I think this is one of the reasons why my interaction with people has become less frequent as of late.
Why cant we all just forgive each other ?
Make it understood that we all forgive each other.
Sort of like an unspoken disclaimer whirling about in the air , and we all turn our heads away from it and engage in this battle over oxygen.

---

jivJaN said:

It just bores me .. the whole thing you know..
like.. if im mean to you.. and you're the kind of person that doesn't get upset by that , to the point where you start leaking energy..
then im in the clear basically.

But.. if you're the kinda person that will feel endangered by this attitude i might display.. you basically suck me into this transaction.

The line between good guys and bad guys grows thin my friends.
Roles are becoming reversed as we go deeper into the mystery or maybe our perspective on the dichotomy becomes very cloudy and confusing.

---

jivJaN said:

The truth is this.. and you need no book to understand it.
It is a very big sacrifice choosing the left hand path.

You have to get all these "goody people" to accept you and forgive you , while giving them every reason not to.

A path that requires deeper amnesia than the one you currently suffer.

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jivJaN said:

I just want to breathe freely without having a thought somewhere in the back of my mind that every inhale is a lone that i must pay back with an exhale.

Universes collapse as i fill my lungs with oxygen and novel ones created as i feed the trees.
A dynamic existence of infliction and retribution manifested into dualism.
One has no choice but to endure the nemesis , one has created for hirself.

---

jivJaN said:

We are born.. and we scream and cry over the first breath we take.

Oooohhhhh shit.
What have i gotten myself into.

It is life.
Expanding and contracting to our eager eyes  and as the layers get thinner and drier they peal off to reveal a realm in which everything is understood.
Nothing has been taken , and nothing needs to be returned.
It is but one identity conducting all the transactions between these illusory manifestations existing in amnesia.

And while the drama never stops , a sign stands on every path like the man on the stairs that wasn't there.
It points at you approving and simultaneously disapproving each and every one of your actions memory has bothered to shove into history.

As the music on your path turns into a broken record and all the signs begin to rust , a cry is uttered.
Your tired lungs have one last thing to do before you are swept by the dust underneath your feet.

A spark of light is born from this final exhale you have birthed with all the energy your old bones  and withering lungs can muster.
A little sparrow has sprung out of your mouth in  a flight you can now only feel in memory.
The playful flapping of the wings and a tune that only little birdies use to jerk your tears and spread your mouth wide open into explosive laughter and delight.

Now you have remembered.
This.. is what brought it all about.
This.. is the message you have been ignoring all of your days.
The sign on the road could not have been clearer.

Nothing too serious is going on here.


WE hurt.
We draw tears and blood and then take a massive shit in that red sea.

We are ever hunted.
Running and hiding from the dragon that has no mirrors in his cave.
A drama we perpetuate with our seemingly unbreakable resilience to the so apparent truth ...

We are but musing ourselves with an illusion.
Passing sand around in a game of musical chairs that sit on sand themselves.

Let it go.
Let it slip out of your hands and let the chairs sink into history while we fly upward into a new myth.
A new story.
A different level of a different game.

Is it not time .. ? Am i the only one exhausted and nauseous ?

What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.



We shake hands in agreement. As if a contract exists. Something we deem to be objective and both adhere to. We both use the same hand to symbolize this.

We hold hands in acceptance. As if no contract exists and nothing objective out there can defy the beauty of our differences. We use opposite hands to symbolize this.

... and you dont have to shake my hand on that one.

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...or maybe just .

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AC + DC = AC/DC

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AC and DC sitting in a tree...

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I think here we're probably using the term LHP differently... I'm solely using it to define an experience that is abrupt, violent, and unimaginably powerful

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Well if that's the case and you're looking for a connection to kundalini beyond the confines of literacy:

deCypher said:

Well obviously any categorization through names of different spiritual paths will be imperfect but I guess I'm making a loose distinction between spiritual paths that involve a long period of time, dedicated practice of techniques, and association with some sort of guru and spiritual paths that involve getting forcibly ripped onto the fast track and having to learn how to manage the chaotic turmoil of overflowing psychological processes on one's own.  Another analogy might be a lightworker's path as compared to a darkworker's path.

In some offshoot Hindu practices, it is recognized that as the Yogi reaches a certain stage of development, he will experience “instant Karma,” where his wrongdoings will immediately compound upon him, rather than waiting years or even lifetimes to return.  This is very similar to what I’m talking about here.  Your physical being and environment responds sometimes chaotically to the increased vibrations in an attempt to adapt to them.  It is a natural “culling” of yourself and everything around you.
--EA Koetting

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It's okay, my question was probably improperly phrased as is.

lavod said:

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I think here we're probably using the term LHP differently... I'm solely using it to define an experience that is abrupt, violent, and unimaginably powerful

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Well if that's the case and you're looking for a connection to kundalini beyond the confines of literacy:

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yogabunny said:

"the tantric way" by ajit mookerjee and madhu khanna, reads like a textbook and can be dry, good to have around for reference.

i've never heard of the left hand path? 

oh and here's a rather trite, but interesting article on kundalini  http://www.yogajournal.com/wisdom/2258


that second article and a yoga teacher i studied with about 4 years ago are what piqued my interest in the Tantric branch of Yoga.

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