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A Summary of the Second Mountain - Part 1
The break from Alchemy lasted two months until one night in February 1997 when out of the body I was in a queue with initiates, we were made to wait to go into a sacred place, people were reacting because they were impatient, but I stayed calm, then the alchemy, the second mountain and the esoteric work began.
I had an experience, I was out of my body at Glastonbury Tor I saw the different layers and a treasure which I cannot mention, the levels represent the abyss’ we have to go through to reach the treasure which is the Being and the Tor (which is Welsh for ‘hill’) represents the mountain of resurrection.
On another occasion I saw myself out of the body in a plane alone, there was no-one with me, I had left behind all the people of the Movement, and all of humanity.
Another time I saw nature's wheel, like a big vertical wheel of a fairground ride, I left it behind, Rabolu was there and he explained that I had freed myself from the wheel of Samsara; this meant that I had eliminated half of my egos.
Not long after this in February 1997 I fell ill with an apparently incurable terminal illness; I was given six weeks to live by the doctors. Three days before then I had seen myself bathing in extremely dirty, repugnant water (symbol of illness), which I cried for divine help to get out of, the same night I saw how the illness would affect me.
Soon after that started the Spanish instructors arrived and had little compassion for me. I spent most of about two months lying down being unable to move much, everything looked lost, as I swirled in the primeval chaos, but I had faith that I would survive, I began to overcome my fear, I investigated the dark side of the Moon, a place of chaos with no reason, with figures lurking in the darkness, sickly pale having no light, I received the first initiation of the second mountain, I incarnated the Christ, it became part of me, a living thing that would work to destroy my egos. From that moment on I began to recover from the illness.
The drama of the Christ, which Jesus had shown in his life, had begun; I was part of that drama, I took part in the symbolic birth in the stables.
I felt different, something living was born in me, the ordinary things around me took on a beauty that can't be described, even the smells of things were transformed, I remember walking in a busy street in the city and noticed how even the exhaust fumes from cars were blissful. It was subtle at first and then egos piled up as they came to attack that golden child, it seemed to fade as it went into hiding from the egos that wanted to destroy it, this is represented in the cosmic drama by Jesus, Mary and Joseph fleeing to Egypt.
Over there I saw Hercules, I became Hercules - he represents the Christ and his twelve labours are the twelve works that the initiate has to perform from the start of the second mountain until reaching the goal, the Absolute, home.
The Spanish instructors showed a lot of anger towards us so I explained the situation to Rabolu, and they returned angrily to Spain
I gradually recovered from the illness over many months, as it passed it left me with chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia, which made much activity difficult.
In the summer I attended the course in the UK
I returned to Australia and Spanish teachers eventually arrived, it was 1998, they intensively monitored us in our talks; meanwhile groups of Gnostics in Europe had been making rules which we had to follow which were harming the teaching and driving people away.
When out of the body I found myself walking with the British members of the movement, they were carrying pious Christian symbols, they made up rules and then asked me to do something which was against the rules they just made up, if I did it I would get punished, if I didn't do it I would get punished, they wouldn't listen to reason therefore seeing no way out I left them.
All the time the Christ had been in hiding, growing but not revealing itself.
One night I went through the baptism, the second initiation of the second mountain, I awakened the Kundalini in my golden vital body, but I still didn't know the name of my Master, of my Being and was therefore not in a situation to be able to say anything about what I had done.
From there I went into the desert for 40 days and nights, meaning that I had to survive in this psychological aridity and wilderness, waiting for the Christ to emerge to start its work.
Rabolu wrote his last letter to me, in it he said “Continue until you become an awakened being”.
One night early in 1999 I was out of my body in the house where I grew up, I heard a sonorous, divine voice calling me, the word resonated through space and waves reached me, going into my solar plexus, the word said “Beelzebub Prince of Darkness”, it kept calling over and over, I went with it, I went to a place that I cannot mention and saw esoteric things that likewise I cannot mention, I was before the great Being who was calling me, who I cannot reveal, whose intelligence was completely awesome, whose eyes looked at me with the knowledge of the universe. He said to me “Beelzebub Prince of Darkness, you have fallen and risen three times”. I was taught and I received what was once mine before the fall.
I had an experience in which I told people that I have reached mastery and incarnated the Christ, the people went to attack me but I walked away from them and went my own way.
One night I entered a paradise in fourth dimension where all those who have eliminated at least 50% of their egos go.
It became clear that their purpose of the Spanish teachers was to get rid of us; they wrote things to the board in Spain UK UK
I wrote to Rabolu to say that the movement was in decline, and that it only bred fanatics, I also told him that I was aware of the name of my Being.
I publicly announced my Mastery and said what the name of my Being was. Isidro and Coro
I met Rabolu in the astral plane, he was so happy; he was beaming and congratulated me. I knew what that meant; he had left a disciple on the path, and would leave here soon.
Rabolu informed the Movement that he was suffering from an illness and that he didn't have much time left.
I raised the Kundalini in my golden astral body, received the third initiation of the second mountain and over there went through the Transfiguration just as it was written in the New Testament. At this point the emanations of the Christ intensified within me, they became prominent, they stayed with me, but the enemies, the egos fought to take away the emanations. It was either feed the essence and feel the blissful feelings of the Being and the Christ, or feed egos and feel their pleasure and pain.
Rabolu wrote his last book Hercolubus and said that the Movement was in such a bad state that it would not produce his book; instead it would be printed and sold independently of the Movement.
We were looking at a video of Rabolu and in it someone asked him a question about whether they should teach the exercise the blue smoke (the one we had been sanctioned for teaching), he said that it was an excellent exercise, that Samael had taught it to him and that he recommended that everyone taught it too.
One by one all the parts of the Movement in the different countries in the world turned their back on me and broke communication with me, only the Australian movement stayed with me.
I didn't react negatively to the situation, not even in my thoughts, over there I rode the donkey of the mind towards Jerusalem Jerusalem