Copyright © 2009 by
William R. Mistele. All rights reserved.
Week Six: Mermaid-Human Interactions
Objectives
Read
the stories:
The Changeling
Double Changeling
A Mermaid’s Story
Then
answer the question: What would it take to persuade you to take the time and to
make effort to learn undine empathy?
The word undine
is not important. It is about
learning to feel what others’ feel, sensing their energy and what is hidden in
the depths of their hearts.
For me it is giving love its proper place in
shaping human history. But I need to
learn what motivates others such as your self.
Send in your thoughts and comments:
The Changeling
Note:
See Mckennitt, the Stolen Child, for example, on youtube.com from W.B. Yeat’s poem
Come away, Oh human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery,
hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of weeping
Than you can understand
Introduction
I
once knew a Hopi Indian medicine man 1978.
I was his only student. He told me how he acquired his healing powers.
The day he was born another child died at
birth in his village. The elders who
were priests performed a ritual. They
encouraged the child who had died to study herbs and healing on the astral
plane in order to grow wise. Later in
life, after the living child had completed his assigned tasks in life, the two
would reunite. At that time, the
departed child would become a spirit guide, assisting the living person to
become a shaman.
For the Hopi Indians, this kind of magical
action made perfect sense. Our world and
the next are not so far apart. They
interact. What would otherwise be
considered a loss was turned and made into a creative act. Both worlds are enriched.
And also I realized from this first hand
report that there must be a great many interactions occurring between the
spiritual realms that our world knows nothing about.
The Changeling
In
a large city in France (not Paris) in 1996, a baby girl was born. Out the window of the hospital nursery, in
that quiet afternoon, you can see a storm camping on the horizon. Dark, with vicious lightning, the clouds wait
for an order before they advance.
At 4:37 PM that afternoon, approximately
fifty-two minutes after the birth, the air in the nursery briefly turns cold, dropping five to seven degrees in temperature.
If you were standing there and could sense
these things, you would feel a sudden accumulation of energy, like a flash
flood or a storm surge running through the ground. The air is thick with a cool, contracting,
fluctuating, pulsing magnetic field.
We normally do not notice these things, but
the ground continuously has charges of energy moving through it. When the charge is strong enough, we witness
lightning coming down. But the lightning
is but a small display of the forces arrayed in the earth and the clouds.
On this unusual day, the magnetic field
within the ground beneath the hospital is remarkably powerful. So much so, that a gate opens to the fairy
realm of the undines. Because of this
opportunity, this open door between the realms, two undines, invisible to all
by a clairvoyant, stand over the human child.
They are silvery blue, translucent in appearance--tall, slender women.
The one undine places her hands down to touch
the child and then carefully, as if plucking the strings of a harp, she draws
out its soul. As that bundle of complex
soul energy leaves the body, the other undine lowers the soul of a mermaid
child into the body in the crib.
The infant’s heartbeat and breathing stop for
an instant and then continue on. There
is no cry, no squirming, and no complaint.
The entire procedure takes place in less than a minute.
I realize some will insist that the soul
does not enter an infant until at least four months after the birth. Others say that the soul, though not in the
body, is nevertheless already attached—the choice as to who will incarnate has
already been made. Perhaps this is why
the exchange could proceed so rapidly—the soul was not so closely bound to the
body that it could not be carried away to another place.
The soul of the baby girl and the undine who
holds it vanishes as they both return to the undine realm. There the human soul
is placed in the body of a mermaid on the astral plane while the mermaid infant
is now within the body of the infant in the crib. It is the souls, you see, that are
exchanged. The infant’s body remains the
same and has not been moved.
Though the exchange is now complete, one
undine shall remain near at hand to watch over the infant for several
weeks. Caution and attentive care are
essential lest a flaw appear in the process.
The binding of spirit to flesh and bone requires a total
commitment. No hint or clue can be left
behind; no one must suspect that the water spirits have intervened. To say the least, the magic used to
accomplish this was intense.
The infant now in the crib has become a
changeling. Conditions under which such
exchanges may be made vary on a case by case basis. In this situation, it is the unusual
accumulation of magnetism in the ground that presents the opportunity seized
upon by fairies.
But why? Why would
undines do such a thing? For undines,
being composed solely of the water element, a better question is, Why not? Why does water seep into the cracks of a
granite cliff and split it open as it freezes eventually bringing down a
mountain?
Why does water slowly wear away solid rock,
digging into the schist to form a river canyon? Why does water move along
unseen in underground streams? The
answer is that water flows to where it wants to go. It is the way of nature.
From the point of view of human morality,
taking a soul out of a human body without the purview of humanity is
reprehensible. But we are not the only
players on this planet. There are other
races present. The earth is no ones
possession. The human body is made
mostly of water and over water the undines have an authority that is
independent of human morality.
Contrary to the fairy tales we are told, the
realm of undines and mermaids take no interest in humanity. And if there is an interaction such as this
one, the explanation falls outside of the confines of human reason. The undines see our race as irrelevant to the
greater purposes for which this planet exists.
We are here but for a little while and then we shall be no more. The mermaids have been here long before we
came and shall remain ….well, some are nearly immortal.
It is true that from time to time a mermaid
will materialize on a beach or in the sea.
You could touch her or communicate with her if you know telepathy. But then she vanishes away, dematerializing
as if what you had seen was only a dream.
It is an energy thing. If the energy
accumulating is strong enough and of the right type, it is like the mermaid
puts on flesh and blood and a heart begins to beat. You can do the same if you have a highly
skilled medium. The air in the room
grows cold and a white mist of pure vitality seeps out from the body of the
medium. And then a mermaid stands before
you in a physical body. But then the
energy is quickly used up and she is gone.
There is little need to fear. Genuine changelings of the kind in this story
are very rare. There are only four known
cases of this happening on earth at this time.
It requires a magical action for an undine to have a child. Genuine magic of this kind is rare even among
the undines. And only such a magical
child can be exchanged for the soul of a human being.
What will the mermaid now in the body of a
female child know as she grows older? Will she realize that she is from another
world? The answer is that in this
example no one tells her. She is on her
own.
It is even rarer for human beings to sense
these things. Only once in the last
hundred years have parents realized their child was inhabited with the soul of
a mermaid. And in that case they viewed
the exchange as an act of God, as something sacred that was not to be looked
down upon.
What does our mermaid child look like as
she grows up? She is very pure. She is innocent, tender, fragile, and gifted
with the ability to feel—she responds to the impressions of her senses and to
her environment with about ten times greater sensitivity than either the
children or the adults around her.
A chair is not just a chair for her. Look at it or touch it and she can sense its
history, the emotions of those who have sat in it, the trees from which the
wood was made, and the feelings of the workmen who formed it.
A face is not just a face for her. In the eyes, the hair, the lips, and the skin
she sees reflected the love and the hate, the joy and the fear, that have
settled there. A person’s face is a
poem, a song, or a story that speaks with its own voice. The eyes, the lips, and voice reveal things
that the person would break down and cry over if he or she thought they were no
longer hidden.
The girl would make a great model for some
painter because of her haunting eyes, eyes like a full moon that call you to
come dance in a grove, lips like the rose light of dawn that warn sailors of
storms; and her hair like the black tides of a night with no light, neither
stars or moon, where the roar of a distant surf bids you walk without thought
of self or any care, only the desire to be free of human need. Like I say, she would make a great model for
a painter in need of inspiration in order to sit down and paint.
She keeps her inner feeling carefully
hidden from other people. She knows that
what she feels should never be shared with others, for she has learned early on
that they are blind to these things—how to give all of your self as you love,
how to be unafraid, and how to explore the intricate labyrinth in a moment of
time without knowing what the next moment will bring.
Her parents think that she is pretty girl,
somewhat shy, who likes to play by herself.
She is fascinated by animals; she sits in a tree or hides in the
backyard in the bushes watching the calico cat, the timid mouse, the owl
waiting for a rat, and the doves bobbing and singing.
Lately, now that she is thirteen years old,
she has taken up photography, using a digital Canon camera. She walks though the woods and along
streams. She takes pictures of the same
river at different hours of the day and at different seasons of the year. Why?
It is like the river is trying to talk to
her and she wants so much to hear and to decipher its message. She photo edits the pictures, turning them
transparent, doing overlays, and then making them into drawings—a few lines on
a white background; as if she is looking for what remains when the river banks
and the waves are taken away?
There are no people in her pictures, just
nature scenes and abandoned barns, trees, flowers, paths in the woods,
etc. Her pictures sometimes look like
paintings. Change the light and the
entire picture changes.
Her personality is detached. There is something precious about her, but
what that is unavailable to others.
She obviously knows what is expected of
her. She can say, “Thank you,” “How
interesting,” or ask a meaningful question, if the social interaction requires
such things. She can play at school with
other children. She does her
homework. She learns foreign languages
almost without effort. She draws. She jogs.
She is on the swimming team—swimming, in
fact, is the one area in which she exerts the full force of her will. She has no desire to win. It is more like the water responds to her
will when she swims. Without anyone
knowing why, she is made captain of the team in spite of being shy. And this choice is never questioned.
If you watched her carefully you might
suspect that she is playing a part like an actress. She participates according to the social
context and responds well to subtext.
But she is always holding back, pulling her punches, showing only a
small part.
As I have pointed out, no one has told her
she is a mermaid and she has no connection to that realm in dream or in
vision.
Yet what about this? If you sit with her in a corner café some
fine summer night, and if she totally trusts you because you listen as well as
she can feel, perhaps then you might ask her straight out, “What bothers you
deep down?” In that moment, she would
reply, “I do not belong here. The world
is all wrong. The people are not fully alive.
And I do not know why.”
There is one last thing. If you stood in front of her and sensed her
aura, you could tell right away that she is not a human being. If you were three or four feet away and felt
the energy of her aura pass though you, you would see yourself out on the open
sea at night before a path of moonlight reaching out to the horizon.
You would feel serenity pass through you,
deeper than thought or imagery, deeper than a dream, from a place beyond even
dreamless sleep. And then you would feel
yourself sinking down into the ocean a thousand feet deep. You would feel that vast body of water around
you and that it contains one quality and one feeling, namely, a sense of
peace. Mermaids such as this one embody
qualities that human beings can not easily imagine or fathom.
What
of the human child now in a mermaid’s body on the astral plane? What is growing up like for her?
As she grows it is like being in an
aquarium, except instead of fish there are mermaids swimming all around
her. The mermaids come right up to her
and there is this instant connection from inside without having to speak. She feels the other’s feelings flow through
her. In this way she learns to sense and
perceive as a mermaid, not though speech, not though imitative behavior, but
intuitively understanding what water is, what it does, and how life exists
within it.
If there were language, it would be like
this: “Let us spend the summer watching over the reefs of this island, sensing
each fish and its habitat, or flowing with the tides, feeling the sun and the
moonrise. Watch the tiny algae, the
larger fish coming and going, the young and the old. This is home; this is play; this is work;
doing these things is what we are all about.”
It goes on: “Next, let’s flow with the
current as it takes us to the North Pole.
We’ll watch the seals and the whales and what could be more exciting
than to sense the fresh water melting, mixing with the salt water, changing
temperatures, sinking down, down into the deep, flowing back around the
circumference of the world.
“If you want, you can slide along the edge
of a wave as its rolls a thousand miles, as it breaks on a beach, moves on in a
wave again and again since there is no end; feel that subtle magnetic swirl in
the curling wave--it has its own taste, like a wine you can drink, bringing to
life new things in your self you have never felt. Or just lie back and float on the surface of
the sea and feel starlight as its sinks into your being, absorbed, coming to life
as a song or a dream.”
It is not like there is a one on one mentor
or parent. It is more like being part of
a community or a large, extended family.
Anyone can become your teacher or your friend. If you open you heart, you can draw near and
share in the actions of any other water spirit.
There are no social barriers here.
The sea itself is your friend.
Water is your breath. And there
is always present the subtle vibration of love.
It is everywhere and it is absolutely impossible to miss.
Being a mermaid certainly beats being
unemployed, being in a bad marriage, or being a social reject. Here there are no bad marriages, no ill will,
no suffering due to poverty, unemployment, failure, poor motivation, or to
shame.
Does this human child ever think human
thoughts as she sojourns among mermaids?
Words from a dictionary are not in her mind. All the same, she is well aware she is not as
these other beings. They are so innocent
and pure. Their feelings are always perfectly clear.
She, however, is composed of five elements,
even though her body is that of a mermaid.
She senses something is missing.
She can do what mermaids do. But
the spontaneity and the total engagement in the moment is lacking.
Does she go on a quest to uncover the
reasons for this? No. To be a mermaid is to go with the flow. Mermaid existence has its own bliss which
often will reduce the desire for a quest or dampen the need to be curious.
But if she could put into words what she
senses it would go like this: “They are never building anything. They do not make things. They have rank and power. This is clear. But no one is ordering anyone else to do
something. There is no strife, no competition, no striving, and no
struggle.
“They can learn a great deal and very
quickly, but they do not test their own boundaries. They do not seek to overcome their own
limitations. Yet the best is that they
know how to let go: they can feel the entire sea of the earth flow through
their souls in any moment. And as they
do this the only things that exist are the sensations, the feelings, and the
vibrations of being one with the whole.”
One
day the mermaid shall return to her own realm, after the physical body she
lives within dies. At that moment, she
will awaken in the realm of mermaids and be greeted by her parents, those
undines who brought her into being.
There will be a period of transition. She has inhabited a human body, thought with
a brain, spoken with human languages, and remains in possession of human
memoires. All the same, perception,
especially sight and sound in the realm of undines is far more vivid and real
than these things are to human beings.
It is natural, then, to want to look around, see what is here, and to
begin to explore.
Time is not the same, but soon enough she
will appreciate that her soul belongs in a mermaid body. And then she feels that she has awoken from a
bad dream.
She shall ask, “Why was so much kept secret
from me about the true nature of reality?”
With this coming home, seeing it for the
first time, and realizing this is where she truly belongs—she is genuinely
puzzled why she could not have been here all along. There is a great sigh of relief like the
moment when you realize the truth, that everything you were taught to believe has
been false.
And then she thinks using both human and
mermaid thought, What does it matter? I am now free.
The past is no more. This is where I
belong; the human was the illusion.
Human experiences, memories, thinking,
language capacity, and the human mind still remain; they just are no longer of
much use. It is like a wedding gown you
use once and then put in a closet and forget about, unless years later you take
it out only to weep about what you once dreamed.
There is one further thing to say about the
mermaid side of this magical changeling exchange. As the undine parents, as they come up and
greet their returning child, they open their minds. And then in a few moments, the entire life
experiences of the mermaid passes into their own minds and hearts.
It is a mermaid thing: you can feel what
another feels. You can also, if you are
skilled, replay the entire set of memories in the others’ mind. I’ll try not to say too much but let me just
point out—the mermaids keep records of all the experiences of their entire
race. In a pinch, they can access wisdom
far beyond what human beings can imagine.
And
what of the human child after her counterpart returns to the realm of
mermaids? Unlike what legends suggest, a
child with the human soul does not remain in that fairy realm. She incarnates as a human being.
As she finally grows up in a human body in
the way that was originally intended, she will not have any mermaid magic
unless that was taught to her while she was in the other realm.
But she will have the magic of water as part
of her personality. She will sense this
automatically from her past life experience with the mermaids: that human
beings are very silly in this way—they have a compelling need to be selfish. Greed, jealousy, hatred, animosity,
possessiveness--all of these feelings seem like a self-destructive act of
binding a ball and chain to your own leg.
There is no need to be tied down to something negative when you already
feel free inside.
And if you could stand in front of her, this
human child returned to humanity, and feel the energy of her aura pass though
you, you would not doubt that she is completely human. You would, however, think that here is a person
of great emotional force.
When she is upset, it is like standing on the
shore and watching a hurricane move in with storm surge, rain, and violent
winds. And when she is happy chances are
you would feel like you are in a sauna, a mineral spring, or floating in a tide
pool at the beach. Her happiness flows
though you and you let go and feel release and at peace.
In other words, you would feel she has an
emotional force unlike anyone you have ever met. And whether you thought about it or not, you
would find your self being careful not to get her angry. You would not want those tides and currents
of emotions like riptides taking hold of you or throwing you about.
Epilogue
Is
there more to be said? Some ethical question to be clarified?
It is said that young children, age eleven
or so, are still unable to understand both sides of a question. They think that something is either right or
it is wrong, it is black or it is white—complexity escapes them. The idea of having to act with ambiguity, to
make choices without full knowledge of consequences—they can not live with that
kind of stress. And so they decide on a
simple answer and attach themselves to it in order to feel calm.
Almost all theologians in Western history
have been like this. And so they have
failed to seek out new answers or to explore unknown horizons.
But if you insist and press me on the
question of how a changeling can come into being, I will say this: The message
from the divine to humanity is, Either explore the
realms of bliss and make them part of your self or cease to exist.
The Double Changeling
Introduction
The
model emailed me from out of the blue. I
had never visited her continent. And she
had never been to Hawaii.
After reading her email, I looked at her
portfolio. She had worked with a great
many photographers and posed in many different styles. Yet of all her pictures only one appealed to
me—where she was standing on a beach facing the sea.
If it had not been for that photo, I would
have missed working with her. When I
look at a model’s portfolio, I can not easily read her energy unless the
picture is of her out in nature free of objects made by humanity.
As I gazed upon her standing on the beach, I
briefly entered her astral body and felt her energy from within. And then I wrote a poem and sent it to
her. (See the poem, The Beach, at the end).
She had the aura of a high ranking
undine. In such a case, the undine’s
aura is pure magnetic energy. Based on
what I sensed, I scheduled three days of shooting on five different
beaches. We ended up shooting for six
days.
When I began my undine project, I had
thought it would take me five years to find a model that could portray the
feeling and sensuality of an undine queen.
I thought that maybe if I were lucky I would get the right light, the
perfect location, and just the right pose from a woman. The image would enable the viewer to use his
imagination to see the beauty that exists on the inner planes.
As it turns out, my project was poorly formulated. It does not matter how sensual, loving, or
skilled a model is, if she does not have the actual vibration of an undine,
then the picture, even if it is a well-constructed symbol, can not represent
what exists in the other world. The girl
has to actually have the energy from the inner planes to serve as a guide to
viewers in our world.
Yet here I was a mere six months into my
project and I already had found what I wanted.
Or rather, it was as if the undine queens sent her to me. Like me, they were curious to see if human
beings could see and appreciate the essence of the feminine mysteries when they
are placed right in front of them.
The girl tells me that no one takes pictures
of her the way I do. In the moment
they are taken and in the way they are presented, her magnetic energy shines
though. Contemplate them and you enter
another world.
I also had the girl tell me her life story
which I videotaped. In one story, when she
was young, around nine years of age, her father took her on his boat out to the
Great Barrier Reef. For reasons no one
has yet explained, he left her floating on a rubber raft, the kind you find in
a swimming pool. There she remained for
six hours by herself without land or ship in sight. And then he came back.
When she told me this story, I thought, Ah,
that explains it then—why she alone of any woman I have ever met has an
undine’s magnetic aura around her.
I imagined that the mermaids came up beside
her as she floated there on a raft. And then
they thought, “How many centuries has it been since we have found a young woman
abandoned at sea, and she is not even in a life boat but floating inches above
the waves? Let us therefore make her
one of our own. We shall imbue her with
our energy that she alone among mankind might learn to be free.”
But another woman with close ties to the
realm of mermaids explained to me that I had the story wrong. She recognized this woman as one of three
mermaids with whom she long ago swam in the sea. In fact, several psychics mentioned that I had
a model loved by the undine queens and who they considered to be their
sister.
In another life time long ago, the girl had
been a human being. And in the entire
history of humanity, she alone, on her own initiative, gained permission to
enter the realm of mermaids and to become one of them, with all privileges and
gifts extended.
And she alone has returned after a thousand
years as a mermaid to incarnate again as a human being. I took the opportunity to look into these
things with my clairsentient abilities.
And so this story I have and will now tell you of a woman I know who,
once long ago, converted into being a mermaid and then returned to walk again
among mankind.
The
Time of Atlantis
Her name was Suramyn. She lived in Atlantis in a time when that
land had attained a high level of civilization.
She was a beautiful woman, friendly, outgoing, and caring. She had something that was of value in any
age of the world—her life was satisfying and fulfilling.
If Suramyn had a flaw or a disturbing
quality, it was this: she possessed an uncanny, an unmeasured level of
curiosity. It was not an obsession. It was never a distraction. She just made observations concerning unusual
things that other people did not see.
And then she took time to follow up. She tried to discover a reason to explain
something that was out of place or that was not in accord with conventional
modes of understanding.
At the time in which she lived, there were
genuine neighborhoods. You could walk
down the street and see familiar faces.
It was not at all odd to strike up a conversation with a stranger and go
on talking for hours. It was possible to
meet someone by chance and make a life long friend. It was a time and a place where it felt good
to be alive. The city was in harmony
with nature, with the earth and the sky.
One day Suramyn met a young couple and their
five year old child. The child loved to play in the water for many hours each
day. Suramyn told the parents a number
of stories about similar children.
The man, Jaham, was an initiate of the
mysteries. Though Suramyn was not
undergoing any formal magical training, she was highly intuitive. Jaham did not mind answering her questions or
speaking at length about his training.
He sensed something different about her.
She had the light in her eyes and the vibration in her aura of a person
whom you can trust without reservation.
In fact, all four of them formed an instant
rapport. If you walked by and notice how
relaxed and comfortable they were you might think that they were family. This small group radiated a feeling of peace.
All the same, in spite of the instant
rapport, the trust, and the sharing, Suramyn’s nerves were on high alert. Suramyn knew from some mysterious depth of
wisdom within herself that this woman she was speaking with, a woman so casual
and content, was not a human being.
Though this was Suramyn’s conclusion, she also
accepted the woman. There was no sense
of foreboding or of something being amiss.
Suramyn had already come to the realization that life has many things
within it that defy explanation. Yet
Suramyn was also patient. She would wait
for the right time and find the right way to talk to this woman about the
unique qualities the woman possessed.
Suramyn also saw something she had never
seen before in any relationship between a man and a woman. The two were connected to each other from
within, as if vitality was continuously flowing between them.
Lovers can become entwined, co-dependent, and
need each other to an extreme degree.
But this was different. A spark
is fired within the heart. The heart
beats. Blood circulates into the lungs
and through the rest of the body. There
is vitality present for actions or for simply maintaining the body’s health and
physical functions.
But these two shared some sort of psychic
mechanism or magical connection. The
vitality in one was free to flow through and join with the vitality in the
other. This is not typical of normal
human beings no matter how much they may depend upon each other
emotionally.
What Suramyn could perceive but what she did
not have the words to describe is that this was a case of a mermaid who had
been called by a magician to enter and to take possession of the body of a
woman. One day a woman, who was anemic
and who had pneumonia, died of respiratory failure. But within a minute or two of the heart
stopping, the heart resumed beating.
The girl recovered quickly. The fever, the infection, the respiratory
problems were gone. She got up, acted
normal, spent time with her parents. And then within a month, she walked out
the front door and never returned home.
The mermaid had been called by the mage to
enter a woman in order to become his lover.
Having done this, the two were now bound together. She required his love in order to remain in a
woman’s body. And his soul was so
blended with hers that if they ended their relationship, the suddenly loss of
soul energy would have been so great he would have died from the shock. The matrix joining his astral and physical
body was integrated into the connection of her body and soul as well.
Jaham had met her in this way. He was very gifted in magic and had the
makings of a true adept. However, he was
a shy and quiet kind of guy.
As a member of an elite magical order, he was
permitted to study in an arcane library.
There he came across an obscure magical text quite by accident. He opened the book at random. There on a page were sigils drawn by pen in
blue and silver ink. When he gazed upon
one sigil, the magical lines and circles came to life. Like a picture in a comic book or scene in a
movie, bright light of turquoise fire blazed up from out of the lines five
inches into the air.
Then the mermaid’s whose sigil it was
appeared in front of him.
Understand. He had not done
anything. He had spoken no word of
power. He waved no wand. There had been no meditation, contemplation,
or trance like concentration. This all
happened of its own accord.
Having described the moment, it should also
be said that if he had wished he could have called this mermaid to appear or to
enter a woman’s body as well. Those
actions would have presented him with no difficulty. It would have been next to nothing for him to
accomplish these things.
Arcane libraries such as this one are quiet
and formal. They are serious and those
who enter exercise rigorous mental discipline.
On this particular day, no one else was on the same floor. He and the mermaid were left to themselves.
She shimmered, her blue-green, silver, and
violet colors pulsing in the air. And
then the transition was complete. She
fully materialized from out of the air right there before him.
I have been in what was at the time perhaps
the largest occult library in the world.
It is attached to the Theosophical Society grounds in Wheaton, Illinois. A young Wiccan took me there and showed me
around.
I was fascinated by the Tibetan and Hindu
yoga texts that could not be easily found anywhere else. I doubt very much that a mermaid would ever
appear in that place. At tea time the
library is abandoned. If I was there
they would tell me, “Watch over things until we return.”
The theosophists I met there were very nice
people--well-intentioned and gentle. For
genuine magic, however, you would have to look elsewhere.
Atlantis was a different time and a
different civilization. If you practiced
magic you probably knew a few individuals personally who spoke with spirits
from the inner planes a few times each month.
Something of the others’ capacity and possibility would rub off on
you.
Spirits sense these possibilities. It is in the air. The distance between our world and the next
is not so far.
What was it like for a magician to have a
mermaid appear out of thin air?
Sometimes an individual will work for decades on a project and finally
find what he is looking for. In this
case, the man faced the epiphany, the conclusion and resolution of all his
questions without having to spend the decades of searching.
Deep inside of him, Jaham felt that
underlying the elements of nature was a profound love. He just never knew how to get in touch with
it. And now here, standing in a gate
that opens to another realm, was a spirit whose entire being exists to
celebrate that love.
Sometimes these explosions of emotion happen
by simply meeting the right person. The
flow of energy occurs outside of the conscious mind. Briefly, the ego is denied. But this is not an apocalypse. It is the beginning of a journey to a
destination that exists beyond imagination.
What was it like for her to appear without
intention or volition in another realm?
She extended her field of awareness right through his body. She could feel what he feels. She felt the heartbeat, the pulsing of blood,
and the muscle tension. She sensed his
mind and his emotions. She sensed and
entered dreams he had as a child.
Beneath the outer events of his life, she
felt the inner flow like a stream on its way to the sea. She heard the questions he formed in his mind
and also the questions he had yet to ask about the major choices he had made in
life.
She felt very safe and very comfortable in
his presence. This is in part because he
was a good man. And this was also
because her specialty was the art of transformation. She saw that his changes were things she
could assist him with. And finally, she
thought, here, with this man, the love can flow very deep.
As a skilled magician, when she appeared his
mind went into high gear. He stopped all
thinking. His was empty like a mirror.
And as a mirror is unafraid of the image that
appears within it, he opened himself to sense what was in front of him. He found himself surrounded by the sea—the
sky, the winds, the waves, and the depths.
But this was not a set of sensory perceptions. He felt their energy flowing through
him.
The wind was relaxing and he sensed the air
within water and the way fish were breathing.
The waves and the white caps were rolling. But he felt them to be like children playing,
shouting with glee and dancing to some silent melody.
And at the core of his being, speaking with
his own heart and voice, these words appeared through telepathy:
Come home. You
need no pardon or quest before you take your rest. Love is a way of being. On this path you will be forever free.
And then she vanished. Jaham was left to himself in a library among
men given to prolonged study. It was
quiet as before. Nothing stirred in the
shadows. But the phrase, “initiate of
the mysteries,” took on a completely different meaning.
He stood up.
He looked around. He sensed that
the memory of what had just happened was already fading away in his brain. The sights, sounds, routines, and behaviors
of daily life were already asserting themselves. They demanded that he forget and return to
the world he shares in common with other human beings.
But this he would not do. He looked again at the page in the book and
then he carefully copied the sigil. He
rolled the piece of paper up and put it in his vest pocket near to his
heart. He returned the book to the
drawer from which it has been taken. And
then he went home to take a nap. Though
elated, he was also exhausted.
There was a festival at night
two weeks after Suramyn first met Jaidin.
The two sat next to a lake. The
celebration was on the other side. They
sipped a fermented tea. They splashed
their feet in the water. They laughed as
they told each other stories about the ways of men.
Then Suramyn says casually, “Tell me about
your race.”
Jaidin replies, “Why do ask me this?”
Suramyn answers, “Because whenever I am near
you I sense there is a sea of love that encircles this planet. It is like a song. It fills my ears with wonder and beauty.
“Do not hold back. I wish only to make this song part of my
self.”
Jaidin sits staring into Suramyn’s eyes.
Suramyn goes on, “You are more feminine
than any woman I have ever met. Yet
there is nothing vulnerable about you.”
The two sit quietly. What is passing between them now is beyond
the commerce of language. Some ancient
skill is being activated within Suramyn.
Some latent and hidden ability rises up from unknown depths within her
soul.
Jaham had sensed it. He saw that Suramyn had a quality of
character that was beyond the knowledge of magic. He let it go by because he knew that some
things in life you can only witness and not comprehend. They are beyond all understanding.
There
is a back story to these events. Suramyn
herself does not recall them. But I will
share her story with you. In a former
lifetime, Suramyn had asked for a gift to help her understand the divine. In response to her request, she was given the
ability to get inside of anything or any spirit—to sense it from within.
On a level deeper than telepathy, she could
sense the inner essence, the magical name, or the inspiration and motivation
that defined the nature of any creature or being. This gift was on par with the gift given by
God to Solomon. Solomon was granted
wisdom beyond the knowledge of all mankind.
To a similar extent, this woman’s gift allowed her, when she fully
concentrated, to penetrate the mysteries of time and to see the unfolding
purposes of the divine.
Unlike Solomon, she was not the judge of a
nation. She built no temple to God. She founded no new religion. She had no scribes or disciples recording her
words and actions. She kept her gift to
herself. And yet, though all her many
incarnations, the divine turns to her again and again to fulfill its
purposes. After all, she knows how to
listen; she recognizes the voice of the divine when it speaks.
Jaidin and Suramyn sit
silently for at least ten minutes.
Suramyn gives herself completely to the feeling of Jaidin’s
aura as it flows through her. And as
mermaids are capable of doing easily, Jaidin just lets go so that she no longer
senses her self at all. Though her lungs
continue to breath and the heartbeat maintains its rhythm, she is no longer
confined to a woman’s body. She has
returned to the realm of mermaids. Her
consciousness joins with the sea that encircles the world.
Then Jaidin speaks telepathically to
Suramyn, “You are like a sister.” But on another level Jaidin notes beyond
thought or mental vibration, “She is like one of us. There is barely a trace to be found that
signifies a difference.”
Jaidin speaks aloud, “You ask me about my
race. Words can do nothing. Take my hand.”
As Suramyn takes Jaidin’s
hand, Suramyn is transported into the realm of mermaids and among mermaids whom
Jaidin knows well. Some are
singing. Others are in meditation or
trance. And others go about doing things
that mermaids do.
What do mermaids do? Consider water where
there is a flow of energy, temperature shifting, ice melting or freezing,
currents and tides moving, waves breaking, white caps forming, fish
flourishing, reefs growing, etc. In any
of these situations mermaids are free to take an interest, to observe, to
learn, or to become involved by enhancing the process.
Jaidin asks Suramyn speaking telepathically,
“What do you see?”
After a few moments, Suramyn
responds, “My body is not right for this world.
I do not have the right senses to perceive.”
Jaidin calls another mermaid over. This other mermaid approaches and Jaidin says
to her, “She wishes to feel the love we feel.”
And
then immediately the other mermaid and Suramyn join as one within the mermaid’s
body. And this second mermaid sees as
well that Suramyn is no longer a human being but one of their own kind and of
their own heart. For some, when they
taste this expanse of love, it is not something they can ignore or find it easy
to leave behind.
A short time later Suramyn
and Jaidin return to their physical bodies. Jaidin says to Suramyn, “Go swim in a
lake. Spend time in the sea. Float in a pool. When you are ready, simply concentrate and
you may join with this mermaid or another for as long as you want. You may do this but remember not to remain so
long that your body suffers damage from the journey.”
Suramyn spent time in water every week and
sometimes for hours every day. She also
spent a similar amount of time in the realm of undines. She did so until that realm became part of
her life, more right than human life.
She entered the bodies of many different undines until she found the
undine queens themselves and entered them as well to experience and taste their
innermost essence.
Some women I have met have a similar
ability. They can simply blend their
souls with another person’s so the two share the same feelings and perceptions. Call it transference of consciousness, mental
or astral projection; call it undine empathy; call it the study of
omnipresence; call it love; call it what life is ultimately all about: becoming
one.
Suramyn had two other close female
friends. Both of them notice how Suramyn
was changing as the years went by. There
was a great power that surrounded Suramyn.
It was hard to define. It was
like sitting next to the sea with a great storm bearing down on the shore.
But the storm was silent and invisible. There
were no splashing waves crashing down or winds blowing through your hair. All the same, the power was there—a force of
water thick in the air though there was obviously no change in humidity.
One of the friends warned Suramyn saying,
“Don’t get carried away with whatever you are doing.”
The other friend’s response was
different. She felt that whatever
Suramyn was doing was very deep. Her
attitude was “it is beyond me.”
Over the years, Suramyn used her spiritual
abilities to carefully explore the undine realm. She made contacts. The undine queens were all aware of her
presence. For example, Suramyn joined a
number of times with the undine queen named Isaphil.
As a general rule, those with magical
training would never do such a thing.
They are cautious when it comes to spirits. They worry about things like “magical
authority.” They may talk about the
importance of love; but you would be hard pressed in any century to find one
magician who favors love over will.
And so mages keep a distance. They stand in “magic circles” and evoke
spirits into mirrors or triangles drawn on the floor. They love duality—“It is a matter of keeping
the spirit there and myself here so there is a separation that is not
violated.” In this way, things remain formal and clear.
Such is the nature of magic when it is
defined and pursued by men. They forget
their own training—the mind is a mirror and so it is unafraid of what appears
within it. If your mind is indeed clear,
then there is no separation between you and the spirit. And if you focus so that there is no ego in
your consciousness, then you and the spirit that appears are already one.
Suramyn had no need of academic or
theoretical discussions to pave the way for her to make spiritual
connections. Her knowledge was of the
heart. This was the case when she met
Isaphil.
As with Suramyn’s interaction with Jaidin,
when Suramyn was in front of Isaphil, she felt the undine queen’s aura flowing
through her. In this case, the magnetic
field of the undine was extremely pure and refined. Looking at the undine is like looking at the
light of the moon shining through the form of a woman.
Being in the presence of the undine queen
and blending your energy with hers is like entering a state of stillness. The universe is free to be reflected though
you—its movements, its seasons, rhythms, and ages, its changes, and visions of
what shall come to be.
The undine queen was impressed that a mortal
could share her heart. As one who carries
a great mystery within her soul, the queen sensed that one day her burden would
be lifted. If this girl could come so
far, then soon enough another would come further. And then she would be at last free. The love and stillness in which she exists would
be passed on to a race capable of embodying the wonder that this planet was
created to share.
What kind of conversation does a mortal
such as Suramyn have with the undine queen Isaphil? If we put it into words, it would go like
this. Suramyn: “I see what you see and I
feel what you feel—the drive to make a dream real of the
earth and the inner peace with the universe of the moon are not
separate; in you, the earth and the moon are one. I stand as you, free of time;
I see the ages unfold.
“Time is a sea. And for those who perceive its depths, they
see where every need will be met and every dream fulfilled. Like a navigator who plots a ship’s course,
the heart charts with purity and love a path to its home port.”
In this way, by joining with their auras,
Suramyn came to know things no other human being has ever learned about the
undine queens. And so one day Suramyn
spoke to an undine queen saying, “I belong here with you and not with the human
race.” Here is the poetic version of the same--
She addressed
the undine queens
With words
never before heard
Is not my love
of water the same as yours?
The lakes, the
rivers, the streams, the seas—
One taste, one embrace?
Is not my love
everywhere in every moment
Your own reflection, your own perfection?
Do I not know
how to let go and flow?
There is no
past or future
No wisdom or
destiny
The sea shall
encompass each with ecstasy.
Others had tried before. But no mortal had every joined with the race
of undines. Too much of the human remained
alive to make the transition. They were
unable to become one with water.
Magic will only take you so far. You can acquire a temporary visa or a travel
permit. You can enter in disguise as an
illegal alien and try to blend in.
Even great words of power that create the
essence of the undine vibration can only carry so much water. The spells wears out. The soul finds itself in over its head. And then the person washes up on the shore so
to speak, cast out, because to fit in here you have to find pure love in your
heart.
What followed has only happened perhaps once
or twice in the history of the human race on this planet. The undine queens met in a council to discuss
this thing--Suramyn’s request.
There were arguments pro and con. The issues had to be carefully weighed.
Against
her: She is a human being. She can visit but she can not stay. She thinks she knows what she wants but she
does not. She will not fit in. She can
not share our dreams.
A greater objection was this: the divine
sets the boundaries separating the different evolutions. The human race has a destiny quite different
from our own. Allowing her to remain
here would create an imbalance. There
would be unforeseen consequences—the fates and destinies of the two realms
would be joined.
And
for her: She can change her aura so
there is only a faint trace of yellow brown light down the back--if it was not
for that she would be so much one of us that there is no other difference.
Other mermaids already respect her as an
undine of high rank. She loves with our
love, though her dreams may never be fully our own, it is not for us to forbid
entrance to one who has already so fully crossed over.
It came down to this: It is not our
decision. She is guided by an inner
vision and is under the protection of the divine. So she may remain until she is called away.
Or, as the poem states:
Council is
taken, all problems debated,
A decision
rendered:
If you will
step aside from mankind
All privileges
and gifts of the undines
Shall be
granted
For as long as
you wish to remain
Until that day
the divine
Sets before you
another way
As Suramyn grew older and was
in her forties, she could have risen to a position of power and honor. Her very presence was charismatic. People she met felt a satisfaction just from
being around her. But she chose not to
go that way.
Though more and more she focused on another
realm, you have to understand the bottom line.
Fairy itself was not her fascination.
She was seeking to embody within herself the mystery of love. And if her path led her to cross over the
boundaries that guard mankind, then she was willing to leave mankind
behind. Sometimes the divine authorizes
a quest on the basis of what is sought.
The goal itself overrules all objections.
Did she have no lovers? There were men who approached her. Like men do, they viewed her as a potential
partner with whom to share love, or as an asset that would enhance their
lives. They flirted with her and tried
to bargain. But then they backed off.
They sensed that she was strangely protected from their desires. Her path was in another direction.
One man, however, understood. She was not
meant to be a lover, rather a muse. She
poured out inspiration for someone who was receptive to what she had to
give. Like the husband of Jaidin, this
man was an initiate of the mysteries.
She liked him and was friendly. But he always felt somewhat awkward in her
presence. He was unable to attain mutual
empathy. Though she was aware of
everything about him, he could only see her as a creature from a dream.
But as I said, he appreciated her as a
muse. And you can see this perhaps in
the words he wrote:
I love your
eyes
So quiet and
peaceful--
A place to let
go and forget who I am
Until I awaken
to the sound
Of waves
breaking on the shore
And the scent
of the sea
I see the man
I was meant to be
Walking toward
me
Your eyes
dream him into being.
The description of her effect
on him suggests that she was already acquiring some of the traits of the undine
queens. Namely, without effort and from
being in her presence she could bring to life the desires of the heart that
were hidden in others.
It was not until she died that she crossed
over to the Otherside. While still alive, she lived as a human
being. But when death
came, her soul made the transition.
Her intentions and the welcome of another realm were sufficient to
determine her destination.
She remained as a mermaid in the sea for a
thousand years. She swam and played in a
group of three. I have already described
in A Mermaid’s Story one of the two
other mermaids in her group.
What is it like to spend a thousand years as
a mermaid of high rank in the sea? You
have your identity, your curiosity, you make decisions every single day, but
there really is no you: there is just this boundless embrace of unending love
that surrounds you.
Beyond the knowledge of mankind, at the core
of one’s being and many levels deeper than what the conscious mind of a person
could ever conceive, she felt a completion—a love that only the hands of the
divine could ever imagine or define or call into being.
One mermaid described her this way—she was
funky. She fit in fine. No one ever objected. But she was always curious, willing to try
new things that mermaid would most likely never imagine or dream.
Whereas a mermaid would take something for
granted, like a reef, and blend with its energy or enhance it so it flourished,
Suramyn was thinking options. Why is no
reef surrounding that atoll? Why can a
reef not thrive deeper beneath the water?
How do reefs in others seas flourish as compared to these?
The feminine is different from the
masculine. Men go off by
themselves. They may chart their own
course. They set their own goals. They do what they must do because that is
what it is like to be a man. They separate
and then they come back. They reunite
when the time is right.
Women are like a circle that expands and
contracts. They maintain close
contact. They flow in and through each
other, preferring to stay together.
If one should separate and go off by
herself, the separation remains external.
She is still joined to the others from within. The self does not need to separate to the
same extent in order to define one’s identity.
In a way this is the difference between fire
and water. The man needs to test his
boundaries to find his strength and claim his power. He must go on a quest to define and refine
who he is.
By contrast, the very nature of a woman’s
body contains the mystery of being one with another. Sharing feelings and experiences with others
is a celebration of the mystery within.
Mermaids may join in a group of three because in this way love flows
more freely.
At the same time, each member of this group
had her own unique interests. One was
like Isaphil. She sang of serenity and
the moon and earth joining the inner and outer worlds in peace and
harmony.
The other preferred to explore the ocean
depths, the ocean trench, and the mountain ranges and valleys of the ocean
floor.
Suramyn learned from both. She could capture the beauty of the world,
reflecting and holding its images in the stillness of her heart.
And she could also focus her being on the
power of water—how it turns solid as ice and remains itself even with the
pressure of a mile of water pressing down upon it. She was aware that water has the power of
solid rock and can also pick up boulders and hurl them about. That kind of power was becoming part of her.
One day, as the undine queens had foreseen,
Suramyn received the call. The sea
became silent. The songs of whales a
thousand miles away, the splashing waves, the moaning deep, the sounds of fish
nibbling a reef, even the electrical pulse in the presence of a shark—in her
ears, everything was turned off.
And in the silence she heard these words
spoken clearly even though no one else on earth could have heard:
Return
Oh human child
From
the sacred and the wild
From
the sea so filled with beauty
It
is time
Walk
again among mankind
Who spoke those words? And for what purpose was she called?
Murjel is one of
the twelve highest spirits who exist within the sphere of Jupiter. She presides over the astrological sign of
Cancer. Her specialty is water, and all
manner of fluids and every form of magnetism.
The planet earth has water on its surface in
liquid form. But other planets have seas
of liquids, even if these are of other chemicals such as methane. Murjel is aware of
fluids everywhere they flow. Even the sun has great flowing masses and a
powerful magnetic field.
Murjel is an
example of a spirit whose heart can embrace the diversity of an entire solar system. Amid all the complexity of a star with
planets and moons, an asteroid belt, and an Oort
cloud further out, she can sense the entire system as one encompassing
vibration.
As a great spirit with immense vision, she
takes an interest in a specific planet when a civilization is undergoing a
major transition. In such a case, she is
free to intervene at her own discretion.
She offers a path of love, illuminates it, and assists those who travel
upon it to attain completion.
Murjel spoke to
Suramyn, “You are needed elsewhere. I
would not call unless the same love that created the realm in which you exist
did not set before you another task. I promise you this: the sea of love that
you taste today will in no way be less but soon enough far greater and more
wondrous.”
Suramyn could not refuse the voice of the
divine that holds in its grasp the fate of mankind and the entire planet in all
its spiritual domains and separate evolutions.
Suramyn felt the sea slowly drain away. And not long afterward she awoke as a human
child. She still felt the sea of love
inside of her.
But on the outside she was surrounded by the
desolation that is an advanced human civilization. It is a place where there is little or no
sharing heart to heart, in which human beings have not learned how to become
one with each other in any moment, in which feelings are secondary to other
commitments, and in which love is rationed and treated as a possession.
She was born into Atlantis in a later
age. There were three women present who
assisted with the birth. Everything went
well. She took her first breath. And shortly later they heard her make a sad,
plaintive cry. Two of those women went
home that night and cried themselves to sleep.
They did not know why.
She grew up to be a beautiful, loving
woman. She knew key players in that
civilization. She was ignored in that
time just as she is ignored and unappreciated now. Men love her physical beauty. But they do not perceive the soul
inside.
Human beings are obsessed with knowledge,
technology, and power. Even those who
knew better failed to offer love or honor.
Their hearts were elsewhere.
If Murjel herself appeared
to one of the leaders of the world in a dream saying, “I have sent this woman
to teach you about love before it is too late and you destroy yourselves.”
The
response would have been: “I just don’t get it.
Nothing in me responds to what you are revealing.”
Darkness was beginning to fall over the
civilization of Atlantis. Still ahead of
us in technology and science not to mention magic, powerful factions were
forming that would tear that society apart.
When given too much leisure, individuals can be brilliant, creative,
adventurous, and playful too. And yet
their hearts can become jaded. If a
people lose their sense of wonder and an appreciation for beauty and love, they
can still do amazing things. But the
glory they seek is short lived and they may come to a sudden end.
I have written more about those times in my
story, The Feminine Mysteries, and in
my screenplay, Fall of Atlantis.
Still, from the point of view of Murjel and other higher spirits who preside over entire
evolutions, Suramyn was not just a gift to Atlantis. She would be offered again to another
civilization as it too moves inevitably toward its own destruction.
Yet those with sufficient clairvoyant vision
see that she shall be offered and finally received by a race that is ordained
to replace mankind, a race more suited to living in harmony with the full
beauty that is this planet. All the
same, the opportunity is offered by the divine in case there be a few who
change their minds. A few hundred would
be enough to create a new destiny for humanity.
With a genuine response, the world as we know it can become a different
place.
The poem that the story
unfolds:
Double
Changeling
The tale is
told
How fairies
from the Other Side
A child
exchange, a trade is made
But I speak
with ease
Of greater
mysteries than these:
She addresses
the undine queens
With words
never before heard
Is not my love
of water the same as yours?
The lakes, the
rivers, the streams, the seas—
One taste, one embrace?
Is not my love
everywhere in every moment
Your own reflection, your own perfection?
Do I not know
how to let go and flow:
There is no
past or future
No wisdom or
destiny
The sea shall
encompass each with ecstasy.
Council is
taken, all problems debated,
A decision
rendered:
If you will step
aside from mankind
All privileges
and gifts of the undines
Shall be
granted
For as long as
you wish to remain
Until that day
the divine
Sets before you
another way
And so for a
thousand years
In a group of
three she does play
Among the
waves, as pure delight,
A song unlike any other
The sea does
sing and dream at night
But now she
returns
The divine
intervenes
For what
purpose am I called?
My peace
disturbed?
What service
am I to render to mankind
That the
realms of bliss I must leave behind?
Return Oh
human child
From the
sacred and the wild
From the sea
so filled with beauty
It is time
Walk again
among mankind
Think not that humans
Are selfish
and greedy
Vulnerable and
needy
Blind to the
beauty that shines
In the sky,
the earth, the trees, the seas,
Rather, imagine
what they shall be
If freed of
all need
If they were
but to taste the love you feel
They would be
healed
As once before
you did implore
Another realm
to open its door
Persuade
mankind with your receptive grace
Every moment
boundless love does embrace
Return Oh
human child
From the
sacred and the wild
From the sea
so filled with beauty
Walk again
among mankind
For what
purpose do you ask?
Fulfill this
task:
Set them free.
The poem I wrote the model
when I first saw her picture:
The Beach
Can a woman be
an image of the sea?
If she stands
on the beach
Is there more
than a naked woman to see?
If I say to
her,
“If you feel
it, someone will see it—
I want you to
be for a few moments
The entire
sea:
I want you to
feel that the blood
Surging
through your body
Is the
currents and tides
And the waves
circling world,
I want you to
feel your breath is the winds
The drives the
white caps,
That your skin
vibrates
With all the
waters of the earth
That the
beauty of the seas, lakes, and streams
Is your beauty
That when your
lips part
It is the
songs of the sea that sing
That where
your eyes gaze
You see the
dreams of love
That have yet to flow
Through the
hearts of humanity ….”
If I ask these
things of her
And she gives
me what I want
Will others
see what I see?
Can anyone do
what I can do so easily?
Enter her soul
as she stands there
And feel the
sea flowing though me
Without
limitations, without anxiety,
Without
restraint or a ravenous need to take
But rather the
desire to celebrate
The power of
the heart
To embrace all
life on earth
And the wonder of being alive?
In this
moment, for a few seconds,
Without any
limitations, I am one with this woman
And, I tell
you,
I am surrounded by the beauty of
creation.
A Mermaid’s Story
Introduction
The story I share next comes
from a woman named Ronda. She states
that she was a mermaid long ago, but then she acquired a human soul. This acquisition was permanent, but she
retained her mermaid psychic powers and empathy.
In the genre of fairy tales that I write, I
sometimes treat real human beings as if they also belong to other spiritual
realms. In this way, wonder and awe can
be studied by observing how these individuals interact with others in everyday
life. In this case, a fairy tale is not
“once upon a time” but here and now. It
invades our world with its power and delight.
It took over two years to gain Ronda's
trust: I listened carefully as she told me the story of her life. We also corresponded via e-mail, generating
some 100 pages. Eventually, she was
willing to meet me and then permitted eight hours of videotaped
interviews. Now, she shares with me
things she has never told anyone else.
It takes a very good listener to write a
modern fairy tale. Researching
individuals’ experiences demands more time than was practical for writers such
as the Brothers Grimm and W. B. Yeats.
But to get the best stories, I have to journey at least half way to the
Other Side.
I listen with magical empathy. I see through the other’s eyes. I think the other’s thoughts. I feel the
feelings in the other’s heart. To some
extent, the other’s memories become my own.
When I do this with someone like Ronda, I am
standing between two worlds. The gate to
another realm opens. Now the story is
ready to be told. The invasion of
wonder, awe, and beauty begin.
At the same time, as a writer I am not just
a detached observer who wishes to offer a fair and impartial presentation of
folk tales. I have an agenda. Note, for example, the
epiphanies of Sir Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein. When Newton said, “Ahh, gravity!” he in effect answered all questions in
physics that existed before him.
When Einstein said, “Ahh,
gravity!” he in effect created the paradigm through which all questions of
physics would be asked for 100s of years in the future. In each case, there is a paradigm shift and a
new way of asking and perceiving. Of
course, they had mathematics to back up their empirical observations and define
their data.
I, too, am looking for a paradigm shift, and
this is how it will happen: One day, I will meet a woman who embodies the
powers of the undine queens. And in that
day, the human race will be able to dissolve the negativity of anyone on earth
who wishes to harm others in a significant way.
Newton and Einstein gave us astonishing
technologies for fighting wars and destroying the world. But the day will come when the powers of the
heart shall overrule those whose power is derived from external methods.
In reviewing reports on unusual spiritual
experiences, I am looking for new insights, psychic abilities, intuitive
skills, empathic skills, inner connections to others, and an understanding of
love as a free flow of energy that nurtures, heals, and makes life new. Women such as Ronda provide steppingstones that
offer a different destiny for mankind.
A Mermaid’s Story
Toward
the end of Atlantis, a number of powerful magicians became obsessed with
increasing their magical and scientific powers. These men developed entire fields of research
about which modern scientists know nothing.
For example, they could link their minds
together in a telepathic and mesmeric, trancelike manner.
While
modern men rely on wires to transmit electricity and use satellites and cables to
communicate, the Atlanteans could transfer energy without wires, could observe
different parts of the earth without dependence on technology, and could
communicate directly mind to mind. They
also had mastered flight using antigravity engines.
But this was not enough. They wanted power over matter, to strengthen
metals and alter molecular bonds without using a factory, a metal shop, or a
nuclear reactor. This same interest
extended to biology. They redesigned DNA
and created new, experimental species.
One of
the great Atlantean mages named Asor noticed that there were essential states
of awareness missing from their consciousness.
This observation by itself is not so unique. When the current Dalai Lama was a boy, he
took an interest in electrical engineering.
He was curious about how car engines and movie projectors worked. He saw that Tibetan culture, so masterful in
the arts of meditation, was deficient in its understanding of technology. But his tutors and advisors quickly returned
him to the traditional curriculum designed for a Dalai Lama.
Recall that Sir Isaac Newton not only
formulated the basic laws of modern physics but also sought the alchemical
philosopher’s stone and the elixir of life.
Since analytical chemistry had not yet been invented, he used what was
available to compensate for what was missing from the knowledge of his world.
In a similar manner, Asor noticed that the
element of water as a spiritual, psychological, and scientific object of study
had been neglected. In earlier ages of
Atlantis, knowledge of the spirits of water, the mermaids and undines, was far
more common. In those times, women and
mermaids blended their personalities together so that Alanteans could walk down
the central street of the capitol city and meet women whose auras were similar
to those of actual mermaids.
It came down to this. The Altantean scientists and magicians had
developed their powers of concentration to such a degree that there was a
residual tension in their brains that interfered with their ability to relax,
to feel, and even to fall asleep. For
Asor, this felt like a band of metal was
squeezing his brain. The tension never went
away. Many of those affected did not
notice any symptoms. But Asor was quite
sensitive to energy. He was an expert in the human aura.
Once Asor made this observation, he
reflected on the problem and then imagined a remedy. He created a meditation that rejuvenated the
astral body. He seized on the feeling of
letting go, holding onto nothing, and being free of all ambition. To this he added a sense of total detachment
and also a sense of being so sensually involved in the moment that he used
these words to describe the experience: “It is like flowing water; like feeling
a part of all the waters of the earth.”
Now, as is typical of an individual fully
certified in both magic and scientific methodology, when one of these
disciplines offers no insight into a problem, he turns to the other for
practical solutions. Asor set
a quartz crystal ball before him. He put
on a magenta and violet robe. As he gazed on the crystal
ball, he entered into a state of concentration that no modern scientist can
duplicate. Modern scientists also do not
possess brain waves this mesmeric and focused.
Using the power of the crystal ball to enhance perception, he searched
the inner planes of the earth for the precise being that would reveal what was
missing from the culture of his world. To his surprise, he could not find it. Nothing of any
relevance appeared. Being a patient man,
he took a break.
He came back the next night. He decided that he was so used to forming
telepathic connections that he had been scanning the wrong inner planes. What he wanted was on the astral plane. He wanted the living presence of a nature
spirit of water and not the contemplative realization of a mind seeking
knowledge. He said to himself,
“It is not a formula or an idea I am after.
I want a friend and a lover.”
So he
let his heart rather than his mind do the searching. Rather than relying on magical ritual, he
went to the bath house next to his private temple, and there he sat in the
water, meditating.
This action was not without humor for him,
because it was so unlike him. (Imagine a very serious person dressing up and playing the
part of a clown in a circus.) But no matter what was required to attain his
objective, he would do it. So he put aside his adult
state of mind and became childlike, free of any work ethic, schedule, or
scientific endeavor.
It took about two and a half hours. He sent his consciousness into the
ocean. He waited, in search not for the
idea but for the feeling. While he
waited, he visualized images such as floating on his back on the open ocean on
a calm day and then on a still night. He
imagined sinking down beneath the waves and drifting with the current. He tried forgetting that he had a body and
simply extending his awareness out into
the sea for miles in all directions.
Then he focused on the magnetic field that encompasses the
oceans of the earth. He felt this
magnetism flow through his body. Then he
felt the pull of the moon on the ocean and the rotation of the planet until all
that existed in his consciousness was the sea encompassing the earth.
She
appeared before him, sitting on a rock in the center of the sea beneath a full
moon. She was perfectly clear, in the
form of a mermaid, only five feet away.
She was singing one note, a song of ecstasy.
There was a very great temptation in this
moment for both the scientist and the mage in him to ask, “Why would any creature
be doing what she was doing?” At this
point, most other Atlantean magicians would have broken the connection out of
surprise or confusion, but Asor possessed some of the habits that existed in a
previous age of Atlantis. Teachers in
that earlier time taught methods for attaining an enlightened mind. Asor possessed a few of these methods. He knew how to put aside the person he is in
order to become something he is not, in fact, how to become completely empty,
without form or content in his consciousness.
He knew the trick of high-caliber contemplation, that is, become the thing observed without in any way referring back
to the observer. And this he did almost to
perfection. He became the mermaid, the
sea, the sky above, the moon, the stars, the waves,
the wind, and the song she was singing.
After returning to his room from these
observations, Asor sought for the words to describe his experience. It was well known among mages that if what
appears at the edge of sensory perception is not put into words or fashioned
into images, the wonder observed is lost.
Though the observer returns to his world, he fails to bring back the
treasure he has found. This is because
at the edge of the senses lies infinity, and those who make this journey into
the unknown cross over an abyss that protects the mysteries.
Asor used these words to describe what had
entered his consciousness:
This mermaid is the moon in the form of a
woman. She is the fabric of space and
time expressed as a stillness of the heart and as a peace that binds the astral
plane of the moon to the earth and to the sea.
She is the
voice of a dream dreamed by the earth and the moon working together to create
beauty. The magnetism in her aura is a
chord of harmony that enhances the beauty of this planet. She is one of the great songs that the sea
sings at night. For those who can hear
and translate her inspiration into words, she is the muse who illuminates what
is missing for any civilization. No
wonder this is the one who appears in response to my search!
Asor got out of the bath, dried off,
dressed, and went for a long walk. He
was charged with nervous energy as might be expected, not uncomfortable or
irritated. He was not unnerved. It was more like a puzzle now for him, how to
frame the right question to determine his next course of action. As he walked across bridges and alongside
canals, he reviewed the entire range of his memories of this life and of
others.
He sat at an isolated table beside a
fountain on a quiet street, sipping a drink that was common in Atlantis. Coffee had not yet been discovered so there
was no Starbucks, no lattes. But they
had a drink similar to what is known in present-day India. It is called a lassi and his was made of
yogurt and mango with a hint of chocolate and cinnamon. There was one more ingredient, a fermented
herb that tasted like mead and induced a feeling of just having awakened within
a dream.
This is when and where, sitting there so
casually and sipping his drink, he made a great mistake. He took his own needs
and the needs of Atlantis as his reference point rather than the purposes of
earth and the greater universe. The
typical alpha male maintains a special support system to sustain his level of
performance and movement toward his goals.
For him, he must seize whatever is required in order to succeed.
Add the powers of a mage to this alpha-male
profile and you develop a magically enhanced support system. No fault or blame applies at this point. A skillful leader does not need to resort to
coercion or blackmail, intimidation or force, in order to gain others’
support.
Rather, he stages situations and events so
that another discovers on his own that the best course of action just happens
to be the very thing the alpha male wants from him. Technically speaking, this is not
manipulation. It is the art of personnel
management. It is persuasion and
charisma in the right proportion, inspiring others to sacrifice for a greater
good, or, in this case, to fulfill the will of a man who has complete command
of himself.
But how do you manage a wonder of the earth?
How do you arrange for the sacred to offer loyalty and support? The very idea sounds profane. But a great mage understands how to
proceed. He splices together dreams of
what shall be, uniting them to power and imagery so that they inevitably become
reality. A mage who has any divine
connection at all will explain that everything about the future is negotiable. What is needed is simply to find what is
required to make a trade.
But as recent events have illustrated in
modern times, some individuals in powerful leadership positions such as
corporate CEOs often think to themselves, “Because I can reach out my hand and
take what lies in front of me, it is most likely the right thing for me to
do.” Seeing themselves as the center of
authority and responsibility, they assume there is no higher law to be
acknowledged. Asor was simply doing what
human beings do so well: solving the problem in front of him and getting on
with his life in the best way he knew how.
Asor’s first move was to form a relationship
with this mermaid in order to gain her trust and support. To do this, he changed his astral body into
the form of a merman. But form is not
enough. He also changed the entire
vibration of his aura. He changed the
intense, radiant vitality of his etheric body into a vibration of deep, still
water. He put aside the dynamic, intense
emotional force that characterized his personality, changing the very feeling
of his presence. He became a rhythm of
water, waves from a storm a thousand miles away blending, crisscrossing, and
flowing through waves forming from a wind near shore.
He put aside his mind. The only presence now in his awareness was of
the magnetism flowing between the ocean and the clouds above during an
electrical storm. Then he transferred
himself, projecting his astral body in this form into close proximity to the
mermaid.
She was not always serious about joining the
beauty of the earth and moon in her consciousness. Like many mermaids, she played in the sea in
a group of three. She leaped above the
waves and laughed as she fell with a splash.
She dove and rose, freely exploring reefs and caves.
The mage, now merman, waited patiently to
encounter her when she was alone.
Knowing how much mermaids love attractive energy, he added one final
touch. He changed the vibration of his aura
so that, like a powerful magnet, it matched and enhanced her energy.
Even though she was a creature of beauty,
harmony, and peace, she was not yet beyond all need. Asor was a master of the arts of
enchantment. He knew that longing and
desire can be created in any being, no matter how complete it feels in itself,
by offering it ten times more power than it now has. This is done by assuming an opposite polarity
that automatically amplifies the energy in the other.
Asor became a magnetic field, gathering and
conducting electricity that extended from him and flowed right through the core
of her being. The energy flow was such
that what was in her was in him so that their two auras joined as one. Without him uttering a word, she felt overcome
with passion in his presence.
What is passion for a mermaid? For some it
is the sight of great waves smashing against a granite cliff—the spray thicker
than falling rain. For others, it is the
roar of waves breaking on a lonely beach, where water throws itself forward
onto the sand and then returns as an undertow sliding down into the
depths. Then it is also countless shades
of blue, green, and white taking form in endless ways in icebergs drifting free
from their glacial moorings. Passion is
need dancing with freedom in which every desire explodes in delight and reaches
a new height as it attains a new form of completion.
To put it another way, this is how she gave
voice to her passion:
At first it seemed like entering a dream
He was me in another form
It was not his words I heard
Nor his eyes, his smile
It was what he was inside
I felt the tides rise
The sea whispering to me
This is the one
With whom you can celebrate love.
I felt the moon rise
I became a riptide
A whirlpool, a tsunami, a flashflood,
What is love when it is out of control
And only another
Can restore peace and calm to your soul?
Though in her meditation she was a wonder of the
earth, her personal will was no match for an Atlantean mage whose skills include
binding another’s soul into a stone of crystal and quartz. It happened like this. After repeated encounters, she fell in love
with the merman. She trusted him and was
in awe of his power. She felt that the
connection was one of those special things that only occur once in 1000
years. He then persuaded her, based on
their shared love, to return with him to his human realm.
She would enter the body of a receptive
woman in order to be with him. At first,
it was for an hour. Then the visits grew
longer. She felt safe, because love
created a path between the realms of undine and mankind.
But he wanted more. He wanted her with him permanently. So, before she understood what was happening,
he enchanted her with high magic so that the water that composes a mermaid’s
soul was joined to the other human elements of air, earth, fire, and
akasha.
He did this so that she could not return to
her own realm. This was within his power
to accomplish. He did it, because it
enhanced his performance as a mage to have beauty such as this by his
side. He did it, because she filled in
for what was missing from the soul of Atlantis.
He did it so that now he could return to his studies on controlling
matter without feeling any residual tension in his brain. All he had to do was gaze upon her, and he
felt release and peace anointing him. It
made perfect sense to him to spend some time with a woman who was once a
mermaid, whose soul embodies a magnificent love which human women have never
felt.
With her in his room, he could let go and
be nothing at all and still feel that beauty and harmony, sensuality and
serenity, had become a part of his own nature.
Again, an alpha male tends to seize what he needs in order to insure the
success of his ventures. And this was
something of value that immensely enhanced the treasure trove of Asor, a mage
who possessed an insider’s knowledge of the mysteries.
What happened to the soul of the woman
whose body the mermaid had entered? The
original woman’s soul slowly faded away until only the mermaid's remained. In this the mermaid had no say.
How did the mermaid feel about this? At first, she felt genuine love for the
mage. But when she realized what he had
done to her, she was appalled. She, a
creature so adept at feeling and empathy, had been tricked. Love had been betrayed. It was grievous because of what he had done
to her and doubly so because she had failed to sense his intentions.
She could no longer play among the waves
with her two friends, skim the reefs, and dive into the ocean trenches. She could no longer use her magical voice or
even sing. Her very memories as a
mermaid began to fade.
Before, when she fell asleep in the body of
a woman and dreamed, she always awoke in mermaid form and reentered the
sea. Now, returning to the sea was no
longer an option. Now, when she awoke
after falling asleep, she awoke in human form, she met and spoke with dead human beings. She would try to
help them, because she still embodied the purposes of love. Yet she knew that this was not her
calling.
She retained many of her psychic
abilities. She could transport her mind
over distances and visit other locations.
She caught glimpses of the future.
She could heal others. She knew
how to take away pain and to free others from dark memories. But her mermaid soul, the part that united
the beauty of the heavens and the earth, had been taken away from her and
hidden beyond her reach.
But beyond being tricked, deceived, and
betrayed, she had been given a human soul against her will. A mage may only do this if he has the
permission of Divine Providence. That
is, he must have a purpose that encompasses the ages and is acceptable to the
realm from which she has come.
Asor had no such purpose. No divine permission had been sought for or
granted. And to be perfectly clear, this was not a case where a mistake
eventually leads to some greater good.
Rather, to give a simple example, it is like walking out into your
garage and unscrewing one of the fuses in the electrical box for the
house. The lights in a room go out
because the energy is no longer flowing.
The beauty in the soul of the earth and the
moon lost a degree of its sparkle and life.
The magnificence of nature on the entire planet was diminished. The wonder of water and its divine sensuality
was reduced in a significant amount.
The mermaid's two soul companions, the other
mermaids with whom she swam, sensed that something horrible had happened. They searched but could not find her. When they consulted with the undine queens,
they were informed that the entire race of mankind would soon pay a terrible
price for its actions. But this is no
consolation when something that is part of your own heart mysterious vanishes
without explanation.
How do mermaids grieve when the essence of
their being is love? For them, to love
does not mean that they must ignore their own limitations. One of the remaining two mermaids chose to
abandon all contact with the human race.
Even today, there is not a trace of anything human about her, even in
her deepest memories.
The other mermaid has a story unlike any
other. To briefly summarize, this
mermaid could see when the three would be reunited—perhaps 10,000 years in the
future. To be one with the sea is to be
beyond all grief. Love is never
lost. Remorse and sorrow are human
feelings. These beings journey along a
path of beauty in which separation leads to reunion and conflict attains
harmony. She foresaw a time when mankind
and mermaids would walk side by side and share equally the mysteries of
love. But her story stands alone, and
her journey is very profound.
To make matters worse, Asor desired to carry
the mermaid’s soul with him into death, that is, onto the astral plane. As some Chinese Taoists still practice, he
wished to maintain his consciousness after death so that he had the full
awareness and the same powers that he had here on earth. To do this, he bound her soul into a crystal
ball. Although the crystal ball was
material, he only needed to take the astral image of the ball with him to
accomplish his purposes. Practitioners
of magic know that everything physical in the world can be intensified,
mummified so to speak, so that a more refined or subtle vibration of it is transferred
intact to the Other Side.
For
the mermaid, it felt like her soul was trapped in a cage. She was mentally restricted. Imagine what it would feel like to be a
Beethoven no longer able to compose music or a Picasso unable to paint. Imagine having amnesia with no memory of
being an artist. From that point on in
life, everything would feel wrong. For
the mermaid, part of her was ripped from out and taken by the mage to the
astral plane.
So for these many long ages and eons, she
has been forced to reincarnate as a human being. But in her heart of hearts, she knows that in
every lifetime, regardless of whom she may be, no
purpose exists for her here on earth among human beings. She was designed and commissioned to be
within the sea and to express its mysterious beauty.
In context, this was not the first or the
last time that the human race has committed serious violations against the laws
of the universe. But certainly the 49
Judges of Saturn took note of this event.
This taking of a mermaid against her will in itself did not cause the
end of Atlantis, but it did not help.
Actions such as these, in combination with others, inevitably led to the
sinking of the continent and the complete destruction of that advanced civilization.
The
Curse
The
undine queens had no need to make a complaint.
In order to prevent further abuse, the spiritual Guardians who watch
over evolution on this planet issued a judgment and a geas. They pronounced a magical command that binds
all of mankind and still remains in effect:
Access to the realm of undines is henceforth
prohibited to mankind except in extraordinary circumstances and on a
case-by-case basis. All world teachers
are forbidden to offer to mankind the undines’ gifts in regard to pleasure and
bliss, ecstasy and rapture, the power of beauty—its pure, uninhibited
sensuality--the magic of empathy, and the secrets of love in regard to direct,
soul-to-soul inner union. Love on the
astral plane in its purity, wonder, and power may not be shared with or taught
to mankind.
In order to enforce this rule, a large number
of monsters were created. At the very
end, the Atlanteans’ spiritual misdeeds generated extremely negative
energies. These energies were gathered
together and attached to a new purpose, to protect the realm of the
undines.
They are not physical beings. Rather, they are astral beings who appear
within the dreams and just beneath the consciousness of human beings. They are sirens, krakens, gorgons,
leviathans, medusas, and all manner of terrors whose presence stops the mind
from thinking. They are part of our
collective unconsciousness, an invisible, unnamed archetype, or, as Freud more
accurately described them, “monsters of the Id.”
It is like this. Whenever an individual begins to consider or
accidently stumbles upon a path leading to the realm of undines, these monsters
appear within that individual’s brain waves.
Without a thought entering the individual’s mind, the sense of something
too horrible to behold turns the individual’s thoughts in some other
direction. This may sound overly
invasive and paternalistic, but it was undertaken in order to grant humanity a
new beginning.
The power of Atlantis was in its
combination of magic and science. The
scientists were aware of the inner planes and consulted with spiritual beings
in pursuing breakthroughs and technological innovations. But these powers were terribly abused. Closing the inner planes to mankind has made
the entire history of Western civilization extroverted. It is no accident that Judaism, Christianity,
and Islam treat magic as if it is a path leading to darkness and horrors. The mysteries in their genuine power remain forbidden.
Consequently, the human race has been
blocked for these long ages from even thinking about, much less pronouncing
aloud, the names of the undine queens. When examining the entire body of literature
on our planet about mermaids and undines, it is absolutely astonishing that so
little material of value is presented.
In many cases, what exists in literature and mythology is
disinformation. The stories presented
often lead not toward but away from the realm of undines by offering illusions,
false paths, and misinformation.
When it comes to this curse, do not take my
word for it. Observe this for yourself,
and draw your own conclusions. Here is a
simple set of exercises that demonstrate my point.
To get past the Guardians, to open the gate
to the astral plane of the undines, requires only three things: In your mind,
be the purity of the stars at night—clear, open, and shining bright; be flowing
like water in a stream—moving freely, turning and yielding, receptive and
giving as if innocence has been turned into a dream; and finally, feel that
love is everywhere—it is in the air, the water, the sea, the sky, light itself
is love’s expression, breathing air is love’s embrace.
These are simple meditations. Any minister, priest, or rabbi in any church
or synagogue on earth could slip one of these meditations in just before he
begins a sermon. All he would need to do
is say something like this:
Before I begin the sermon, I want you to take a
moment and imagine a mountain pool.
There is a small water fall, a gentle spray of drops falling, moisture
in the air, sparkling light dancing in the falling drops, the sound of
splashing in the pool, small ripples running across the surface, and the water
flowing over some rocks as it continues down a hill.
Imagine you
are the water falling, dropping through the air, splashing, circling in the
pool, and then flowing on. Take a few
moments to explore those sensations—the falling drops and the cool, splashing
water, the sounds and moisture in the air.
Note the feeling of purity, release, relaxation, and peace that they
awaken. Now then, let us proceed to
today’s sermon.
But this little meditation or something like
it has perhaps never been spoken in any church or synagogue in the last 2,000
years. I tell you, there is something
missing from the soul of humanity.
Now then, imagine that you and another feel
a love for each other that also embodies these three things—purity, flowing
water, and being a part of and within a sea of love. Take a few moments to feel what this would be
like.
Now simply ask yourself, “Have I ever seen
or experienced this love?” Some
have. I have met individuals who feel
and live within this love every moment of every day.
But if not, answer these questions, “Is not
the sea available for all to see?” Have
you never floated in water and simply let go, feeling total release? Have you not seen the stars at night and felt
they are a reflection of your own mind, its depth and its strength? Have you never seen the water in a stream
flowing free, curling and turning, yielding, and embracing? Perhaps you have or perhaps you have
not.
But now we come to the crux of the matter,
the great question that defines whether or not there is a curse upon our entire
civilization for the last 10,000 years.
Ask yourself, “If you have not experienced this kind of love, then why have not the religions of the earth with their wise men and
with all their spiritual illumination simply taught what is so profoundly
obvious when you gaze at the sky at night, at the sea, and the stream flowing
free?” It is right in front of us. It is impossible to miss, and yet almost
everyone on earth misses sensing and feeling these things.
There you have it, a demonstration of an
immense curse that Divine Providence has placed upon all traditions and
spiritual teachers of our planet.
Yet each individual remains completely free
to pass by the Guardians through combining these simple meditations into
one. The guardians of the curse who have
been commanded to stop human beings from encountering undines will not even
give you a second glance. If you have no
ego, then the curse has no power over you.
You are free to feel the souls of undines flow through your own soul
even as you are free to join your soul to any other person you may choose to
love—it is an inner connection like water turned into love flowing through
you.
What of the mermaid forced against her will
to become a human being, who has reincarnated over and over again as a human
being? I put the question to Ronda:
“Would you, even now, return to being a mermaid if you were given the
choice?” Her reply?
“Yes,” she said, “without hesitation. As
a mermaid, I dwell in a realm of bliss and pure delight. For me, human beings are not yet fully
alive. There is a part of their souls
that is dead. It is hard to explain, but
they have a denser, weaker vibration.
When I awaken each night on the astral plane, even though I have not yet
reacquired my mermaid soul, the perceptions I have are a thousand time more
intense and satisfying than when I awaken in the morning as a human being.”
But she also agrees that if the right
purpose could be found, she would remain among humanity, even considering the
sacrifice. That is, assuming she could
continue to perform the original task assigned to her when she was a
mermaid.
Epilogue
I
practiced with Ronda the cosmic letter formula of E-M, which is specifically
designed to create mermaid consciousness.
This action, along with an encounter with the undine queens, restored
the part of her soul that had been trapped in the crystal ball. She is now free of the mental cage that the
mage had created around her.
Will she choose to return to the realm of
mermaids and undo the harm that was done when her soul was bound to other
elements not her own? We consulted with the undine queen Istiphul in
regard to her situation.
Istiphul said to the woman, “What was done
can be undone. But you are asking the
wrong question. It does not matter in
what spiritual realm or form you exist.
It is only important that you feel free wherever you are. With a slight shift in focus, you can enter
any realm you desire. You can experience
its wonders and engage in spiritual activities and then return again to
wherever you may be.
“There are undines that have crossed over,
not just shape shifting, but actually turning into human beings. They do not experience loss or limitation
during this process. The undines within
them remain fully alive and active. They
have just added new abilities and aptitudes to what they already are.
“As you know, one of the three mermaids
with whom you once played was originally a human who has now returned to
humanity and lives as a woman. She is in
no way harmed by her journey and sojourn in my realm. The divine has set before her a course in
life that shall traverse many realms and serve many purposes.”
Together, using our psychic abilities, Ronda
and I also visited another mermaid who has acquired a human soul. She lives in Greece, and she gained a human
soul in order to be with her human lover permanently. This undine-turned-human is perfectly
happy. As a human being, she feels that
she is still completely an undine. Like
the undine queen mentioned, she just has more aptitudes and abilities.
She also has no sense of time. Does the sea experience the four
seasons? For sure, the ice caps melt in
summer and the poles and other areas of the sea change in temperature. But in the sea, all seasons flow
together. The things used to discern
time—movement toward a goal, hours and days, or progress in solving a
problem—these are external. The inner self for a mermaid woman does not
change. There are perhaps four or five
other women in the world at this time who were once mermaids and who have
acquired human souls. Each has her own
story, and usually the transition involves an act of love.
So this story has been told, of how a
mermaid many ages ago was forced against her will to acquire a human soul. But this action was performed at great cost
to the human race. The curse on humanity
still remains, but it is a curse that can be overcome. One final thing remains to be said.
The woman, even now, is reintegrating into
herself her undine soul that was taken from her. As that soul awakens, it has a message for
mankind, for as you recall, one of the undine’s commissions was to point out
what is missing from any civilization.
This is her message. “Unless the human race develops knowledge of
the inner spiritual worlds equal to its knowledge of science and technology in
the outer world, it will encounter chaos. The soul of humanity w ill be like a
piece of paper torn into four pieces and then cast into the wind.”
“It is no longer permissible for the
religions and spiritual traditions of the earth to be so selfish and narrow
minded. If they would be wise, their
wisdom must encompass the entire earth.
They must offer methods of self-transformation for everyone without asking
for anything in return. The sky, earth,
and sea are freely given. And beauty is
itself a path of divinity; it is the foundation of harmony.”