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The rest of the First Mountain

From here on I'm presenting the information in a very summarised form, the full version will be available in a book, it would just be too long for this web format otherwise. You can see how big a part the organisation and Rabolu played in it, even from this small snippet, it resembles a war.

The rest of the First Mountain

In June 1994, a month after we had been given the go-ahead we arrived in Australia, we found a centre with a park close by, I would go there for walks most days to practice awareness and self-observation. We didn't have beds, but slept on the cushions that were used for meditation practices, every morning we would put away our bedclothes and it would look as though no one lived in the place, this freed up a room which we needed for the use of the centre.

The UK movement, true to form sent us a letter saying that we couldn't contact Rabolu directly, only through them, we knew this was against the established order of the Movement, so we sent this letter to Rabolu for clarification, he said we could contact him directly and that their actions smelt of dictatorship.
 
One night, I had an experience in which I was thrown into prison, I didn't react at all, nothing. This was the final check for the second initiation. In the physical world I had been through so many imprisonments of different kinds and had faced them without reacting. I learned how it was important to obey a higher authority, and to put my case without reacting or trying to force my way, accepting whatever came. It was that obedience that had allowed me to free myself from those who would trap me in their own ways.

There were a couple from El Salvador, already in Australia; they came to us with a letter from Rabolu saying that they should associate with us. They seemed friendly and keen enough at first, but it became clear that they were fanatics, and eventually his mood became darker, he wrote to all kinds of negative things about us to Rabolu, to try to get us expelled.

Rabolu eventually expelled Reynaldo’s brother Roberto and Reynaldo left the Movement.
 
I had an experience, I saw a grave, it was my own, it symbolised the inner death.
 
By the end of 1994 I had raised the Kundalini in my solar astral body and received the third initiation of the first mountain.
 
We wrote to Rabolu about Jose's behaviour and Jose was sanctioned. Although sanctioned, he kept writing things to Rabolu, he told him that we were teaching an exercise that was incorrect. Rabolu and wrote to us and said that we had to go on a course and the UK movement. As the Greek and UK movements had been with Roberto and Reynaldo all their members had to do a course to get themselves in line with the rest of the Movement around the world, even though we had put ourselves in line already without needing to be asked.
 
I went through the injustices and unfair accusations without reacting and protesting - I had raised the Kundalini in the solar mental body and passed the fourth initiation.
 
We wrote to Rabolu about José’s’ behaviour and Rabolu expelled him from the Movement.
 
In January 1996 my father died, I went back to the UK and organised everything there, after six weeks with my disabled mother very well taken care of, I went back to Australia to continue my Gnostic work despite the criticism of the wider family and her friends. If I had stayed in Britain I would not have been able to have continued my work, I made a conscious decision to go for the gnostic work.
 
I returned to Australia – I had risen the Kundalini in the causal body and passed the fifth initiation.

We had notification that Spanish instructors were coming to work with us in Australia, we knew that meant they were really coming to observe us, and didn't have our best interests in mind.

By the end of the year I had achieved sixth and seventh initiations and incarnated my soul and spirit, I achieved Mastery, this was the first time I had ever felt anything like this incarnate within me, I felt a gentle peacefulness like a sleeping baby, it was a new experience, totally new. Internally I went to a tiny chapel of my own, guarded by a smiling, serene guardian. People don't have a  soul as such, at birth we just have the essence or consciousness, the soul is a part of our own Being that joins with us when we are suitably prepared, as does our spirit. The spirit is also called the Master, this is what achieving Mastery is, then someone has the title 'Master',  its the Being they are addressing by that title, its a pity the word Master has so many other  meanings and connotations.

 

One night, out of the body I was walking and in front of me on the ground was a flag, I picked it up and realised that it was the Gnostic flag, it was dirty and moreover had holes in it, I carried it with me. This is the flag of Gnosis, it had been given to me but it was in a terrible state, people had ruined it. The flag carries the authority for the teachings and movement in the physical world.

Another night, I saw myself at a raised podium, as I looked down before me, there were loads of people in formations, it was an army and I was their leader, I addressed them, this was the Gnostic army of people in the physical world who would take the teaching of gnosis to humanity.

My accounts, my karma were balanced and the eighth initiation followed, as did, a rest and a test on patience. The first Mountain had taken five and a half years from the start to the finish.