Home › Belzebuub's Story

Practices and Exercises

We keenly kept up our practices of concentration, awareness, alchemy, mantras, self-observation, analysis of the egos and meditation as taught by Samael and were very disciplined with them, as we stayed in the study centre, we had access to the practice room which helped us, we slept on cushions not on beds as these could easily be put aside all used by the students for their exercises, so that no room was lost to a bedroom.

During one of the practices I sat on cushions with a candle, but had a strange experience that as I looked at the candle I realised that my eyelids were closed and that I was seeing in a different way, as soon as I realised this my vision returned to normal and I opened my eyes.

I increased my attempts to become aware of being in the astral plane by becoming aware of dreaming, for this although I would often spontaneously wake up in a dream, I trained myself the technique called the jump, where you question something that looks unusual, or just question where you are and take a jump to check whether you’re in the physical world or in the astral plane, in the physical plane we obviously can't float, but in the astral we can.

I had seen how my flesh was flexible when out of the body, and how I could stretch it, so I used this as a more discreet way of checking whether I was in the physical world or the astral plane, by pulling my finger to check where I was, it became quite an effective technique to use.
 
Using these techniques I was able to become aware that I was in the astral plane about every other night consistently, some experiences were clear and some were vague.
 
I often found that I couldn’t sustain myself over there, I would fly back to my body quickly, and so I held onto objects there and often moved around securing myself by holding on to whatever I could find of astral matter.
 
Many times when coming back to my body involuntarily I would either merge into my physical body, firstly being aware of being slightly higher than it, then feeling myself going into it, merging with it and waking up, very often I would be aware of flying backwards at great speed, it was as though everything became a vortex and I was drawn backwards into my body, where of course I woke up.
 
I enhanced the amount of time that I woke up into the astral world from dreams by using a constant trigger when checking in the physical world, I would check where I was and pull my finger and jump every time I saw the stars at night. Whenever I dreamed of stars I would remember to question where I was, it worked! I’m sure it had more of an effect because if the beings over there wanted me to wake up they would put me in a dream scene with stars.
 
Sometimes the experiences would be symbolic, such as when I was riding a bicycle but very often they would just be short sometimes vague experiences in which the colours weren't bright, this was all to do my level of consciousness I knew that I had to improve that with the Gnostic work, not just by being more aware but by changing my internal nature and purifying and transmuting my energies in Alchemy.
 
One night consciously in my body I saw a fellow member of the Gnostic group walking along a road. I knew he was dreaming and so I asked him some questions to see if he could answer them. His responses were unclear, even nonsensical and he eventually became confused, I then thought of asking him different things about a topic, the first thing that came to my mind was fish, I wanted to see if he could remember anything about dreaming about fish when he woke up, he became so agitated though I had to leave him. When I spoke to him about it later the most he could recall was something so vague it couldn’t count, he was dreaming too heavily to be able to see and recall what was happening in the astral plane while he dreamt.

Negative Entities

I had many encounters with negative entities while out of the body, and I learned to use special conjurations to get rid of them, there were so many, they came again and again, time after time in many different guises. Sometimes they would be confusing such as the time I saw Rabolu, or what looked like him, he started telling me something, but my intuition told me that there was something wrong so I stared closely into his eyes, as I did so they appeared blackish and dark with an evil resonance about them, I immediately knew that it wasn't him but a negative entity a being from the other side in disguise. Deceit is a major weapon of the forces of evil.
 
But there was one being from the dark side who was different, one night out of my body I travelled through dark regions, regions of hell, there I saw a figure dressed in black, he had with him an entourage who followed him. They were in front of me and approached me, I also walked towards them, the leading figure who seemed larger than the others, who had a somewhat distinguished appearance, like a middle-aged person with some high responsibility. I had my sword and my ability to conjure away demons, but he walked towards me and I walked towards him, each in the other's way. We stopped right in front of each other and I asked him who he was he replied “Bael”, he looked at me and I looked at him, I looked straight into his eyes to my astonishment I saw evil, but not evil of the other beings I had previously encountered, but a great, deep, sublime evil intelligence.
 
Intelligence that was dark and yet was vast, eyes that were portals into deep blackness, so deep they seemed to encompass all the darkness, as I looked in, the darkness looked back at me and he looked at me, he looked at me and through me, like he saw something more than an eye could see. I moved to one side and let him pass, as though we knew that to fight each other would have been in neither of our interests. He and his entourage kept walking along that road, disappearing into the foggy darkness.
 
What is evil? What is intelligence? I pondered their meaning.

 A New Technique to Destroy Egos

We were given the information about a new book that had just been released, The Rebel Eagle by Rabolu, in it he explained a technique to disintegrate the egos that had not been taught yet, it was called the death in motion. At the beginning of my Gnostic work I worked out that due to the numbers of egos, that is psychological defects, that existed, it would take me far more than a single lifetime to get rid of all of them if I used the technique of meditation which Samael had prescribed where one ego is disintegrated each day. I then worked out that if I were to ask for the disintegration of each ego as they arose that I would be able to get rid of far more egos, than if I were to tackle just one a day. But I never really pursued it as I wanted to try the methods that Samael had given first, but I felt that I was quite stuck and that this information from Rabolu not only confirmed what I had thought but had given me an exercise that I could use confidently and which was to help me along with my work.
 
A Koan
 
On some weekends we went to a house in the country where advanced students from all over Britain gathered for teachings and practices.
 
One night we were given a meditation exercise called a koan, which is a question that doesn't have an answer, if you keep asking this question, eventually the mind when trying to find an answer where there is none, will become completely silent and then there is an out of body experience to a spiritual dimension.
 
The koan we were given was called the hanging man, we had to imagine that we were hanging over the edge of a cliff with our hands and legs tied, holding on to a rope with our teeth, we had to work out how to get out of that situation.
 
I lay down to sleep and concentrated on the koan, as I concentrated sleep came over me and I held my concentration, suddenly I was out of my body and the visualisation of hanging from a rope somehow took a completely new turn, there was no rope and no cliff, but I was suspended in hell, I felt what it was to lose that last opportunity which we have in a human life and to be thrown into the abyss.
 
That rope represented a tiny thread of hope that kept me from being in that terrible situation, I could feel exactly how it felt to be condemned to hell, the bitter desperation which no words can describe, the tiny thread of hope was the repentance and asking to one’s Being. My situation was also humanities situation, ready to fall into the abyss, an inescapable fate were it not for that from that minute opening - the intervention of the supernatural force of the Being.
 
My pleas and laments to get me out of there had a deeper meaning than simply getting me away from the place I was in, they were a desperate cry for help to escape my fate, suddenly I found myself above my body, and could see the ceiling above me, my body was below, I looked closely at ceiling, to find minute details in it that I could not have seen unless I had been very close to it, which I had not. After studying it, I merged back into my body and got up in the physical world. I stood on the bed and looked at the ceiling; I saw exactly the same marks as I had seen when my face was up close to it out of my body.
 

I understood that koan had a deeper and more profound meaning; it indicated the state of humanity.

After about a year in Bristol we had established a study centre there and a keen couple were ready to take over its running, and that time Reynaldo asked us if we could go to Scotland to help to set up the movement there, we agreed and made our plans to leave.

More to Follow...