The Undine Queen Isaphil

Chapter 13

Be still so the entire world is part of your heart.

Isaphil

Introduction

Mermaids generally take on the vibration of some aspect of water in nature. This can be a stream, a river, a mountain pool, a lake, an ocean bay, a sea, etc. In other words, if you stood in front of a woman with a mermaid’s aura, you might feel the cool, calm vibration of a mountain pool or the renewing, flowing, releasing feeling of a small stream.

The undine queens, by contrast, have auras that are a magnetic field of energy. The queens are more developed and skilled in magic and possess a broader range of abilities. They tend to embrace water in all aspects as it exists on earth.

Some of the undine queens possess qualities that we might describe as divine missions. Their very existence represents a treasure of spirit or an offer to become transformed in a way that only the divine world could have conceived.

In this sense, they are more than nature—or, to put it more accurately, they embody secret purposes hidden within nature. Isaphil is one such undine queen. This is her story, and it has taken me twenty-five years to focus on the details and grasp the implications.

To understand Isaphil’s aura, first imagine all the waters of the earth—the oceans, lakes, rivers, streams, and the icy poles too. After all, she says of herself, “All the waters of the earth hear my voice when I speak.”

Then you blend in the soft, luminous, silvery, white light of the moon. That is, for a moment, imagine all water on earth as being lit up from within with soft, silvery light. Then you sense within this light a profound peace so vast it has not yet found anyone on earth who can embody it. Isaphil says of herself, “No being is as much a part of the peace of the earth as am I.”

Like I say, some undines embody treasures hidden within nature. These are divine gifts. And surely if we do not claim these gifts as our own, another race will follow after us that will succeed in incorporating these wonders into their hearts.

To summarize, Isaphil says, “I reveal paths of spirit that are nothing more than discovering how to be in your soul free and at peace with the universe.”

This is a brief description of who she is. There is much more. To put it simply, Isaphil embodies a divine mission whose task is to unite the spiritual aura of the earth and moon so they become one.

The earth is electric and dynamic. By comparison, the moon is receptive and magnetic. The aura of the earth invites life to take charge and to be in command. It insists you accomplish something of value while you are alive. The world should be a better place for your having been within it.

The spiritual imperative of the moon is to establish within yourself a peace that is in harmony with the universe. Be still, clear, and calm so that you perceive the beginnings and the ends of all things.

For every desire there is satisfaction; for every longing there is completion; for every dream there is manifestation; for every purpose there is fulfillment; for every quest there is attainment; for every ideal there is the ideal made real; for every path there is perfection.

The moon has the enchantment of a fairy tale. It does not tell you how to make things happen. But having a dream that is radiant with vitality, sensual and graphic in imagery, it anoints you with grace that captures and directs the most powerful emotions and instincts in life. This inner expansion of vision exercises a power over fate.

Each advanced civilization in our galaxy is free to choose what part it wishes to play in the unfolding of the universe. Considering developments over the last three hundred years, the human race has become obsessed with the outer world. It is probably fair to say that humanity has decided to pursue science and technology, industry and invention. This is the main thrust of human civilization.

Yet there remain many other paths and choices we could make. The undine queens offer unknown paths of spirit no religion or culture on earth has surveyed, defined, or considered. Isaphil could easily say, “You will accomplish more than you can dream or imagine if within your souls you feel one with the universe.”

The Problem

Long ago in Lemuria, before even Atlantis flourished and then sank beneath the waves, there was a priestess called to our world. She was not a mortal but wore a mortal disguise. She was commissioned, that is, fully empowered and authorized, to fulfill a sacred task. And her task was this: to reveal to the human race the great treasures hidden within lunar serenity.

But as a mortal she became enchanted with human desires (not wrong in themselves), and she fell from the light. And so it has been true without a shadow of a doubt that we lack the gift she was to bestow on mankind. It has been missing from the human soul and heart for all these long ages and aeons.

As the divine may choose to do according to its own will and time, the gift offered was not lost. Rather, it was hidden within nature—in the soul of a mermaid most fine. Though the human race may fail to grasp what is offered, the gift waits for those whose hearts are strong enough to claim it.

For me, these things are impossible to miss —it is in the feel of moonlight, in the touch of skin upon skin (I have felt it); it is in the dream of peace that I dream. I hear it in her voice as she speaks to me as she does in this very moment. But alas, I myself do not possess the strength of will or the nobility of spirit required to fulfill the mission written into her being. Let these words inspire another to accomplish these things.

To summarize, there was once a divine mission to unite the spiritual qualities of the earth and the moon. One individual was designated to accomplish this task. That person failed.

As a result, the divine gift was withdrawn. If the mission had been fulfilled, wars would be no more. We would have attained our present science and technology tens of thousands of years ago. And the civilization resulting would have continued its development without interruption.

Occasionally, my genre of fairy tales ventures into science fiction. After all, the kings and queens of the four elements know many things about nature that our scientists cannot yet fathom. The ecstasy in the wind known to sylphs is an expansion of the brain’s capacity to dream and to imagine.

The ecstasy of silence in the earth is a knowledge of immortality that as yet remains a secret hidden in our genes. The ecstasy in fire is a light so bright it recreates itself from out of its own vision. (Neither in our particle accelerators nor in our fusion reactors have we attained such power.)

And in the ecstasy of water is the love that enables us to become one with all beings—the magnetic field of the entire planet becomes a medium that extends our sensory perception—our scientists as of yet know nothing of such things.

However, the obstacles confronting me are far greater than merely trying to describe a realm of spiritual beings to those who do not perceive the unseen. There is a greater problem. Isaphil’s aura—the vibrations within her inner etheric, astral, and mental bodies—cannot exist within the aura of an undine. Nature spirits are of nature and lack a divine component, the element of akasha, which all human beings possess. Yet Isaphil’s aura embodies not only the akasha of our planet but also the vibration of the realm of spirits surrounding the moon.

And so my task is to tell you a story that goes far beyond science or human history. Even in accordance with the rules and regulations of hermetic magic, the undine Isaphil violates all norms and standards. Her very existence is impossible according to the laws of magic.

Though truly an undine queen, she is not of nature but a created being assigned a divine task. She waits for that moment in time when a race shall arise worthy to taste and embrace the wonder she has yet to reveal. And at that time, the world on which we dwell will be transformed forever.

53,000 Years Ago

A child was born who was from the Other Side. She was empowered from birth to accomplish a sacred task. Soon she became a beautiful young woman. She was like a stream of water flowing through a valley—pure, refreshing, and renewing. She was kind, nurturing, serene, and soothing. She was the newness of spring unfolding.

Though born with a high calling, she appeared to be completely human. In the beginning, there was nothing divine about her. She was nature at its best in human form.

But as she grew older, there came a time when she saw the world with the eyes of the lunar sphere and the divine combined. It is like this: she could see and feel what other people were thinking and feeling; and she could just as easily perceive what the divine was thinking and feeling—

She saw the world as if looking into a mirror that reflects clearly the events of history as they unfold; but history is surrounded by a timeless dimension filled with countless opportunities, quests, and endless gifts. As the saying goes, “There are no limitations placed on what you may accomplish.” She could see this clearly.

Life is pageantry—there is repetition and growth and also ceremony and celebration. Those who possess the strength and the daring are free to taste the ecstasy offered in the union of nature and divine, human and immortal being. Here was a priestess called to our world whose task it was to reveal the mystery awakening inside of her.

When you can perceive with ease what both human and divine are thinking, you realize in that moment that you have a mission to accomplish. It is not that she did not enjoy being a young woman. She loved being alive, feeling happy, and being in tune with life and nature too.

It is just that the needs of the divine were greater than the human part of herself. It is like a girl being married. She gives her body and heart to another and leaves behind what she once was to enter a new world of relationships in which her role is now completely different.

There is a trade-off. Some women who marry end up with a bad deal. Other times, the rewards and the depth of love that accrue more than justify the sacrifice. The same occurs in joining with the divine. You leave part of your humanity behind in order to assume the privileges and prerogatives of a divine being.

There are two requirements for this marriage of one’s conscious self and one’s inner divinity. These are a sense of wonder and an ability to give of one’s self to what one loves without limitation. These things she possessed to an extent that could not be measured.

Of course, the human part of oneself experiences hesitation and a tinge of regret over what is left behind. But soon enough you get into the part. It is after all still you—it is just that now your awareness is expanded a thousand times beyond what it was before.

The young maiden slowly disappeared and was replaced by her other self. She was becoming a great world teacher. But her ministry was not to the human race. It was on behalf of the earth and to the far future in which humanity would come to appreciate the powers she had brought with her from a distant spiritual realm. We could say that the uniting of the lunar sphere with the earth was the first stage of a series of gifts that were yet to be.

At that time, near where India now lies, there were cities of eighty thousand people. There were great temples and royal buildings of marble with embedded lapis lazuli and gold illustrations.

But she did not visit these cities. She walked about the land celebrating the beauty of nature. Even so, a lone woman on a hillside path? There were those who as she approached fell down and worshiped her. It is as if she shone with the light of the moon and time no longer existed in her presence.

There were attempts by fanatical followers to form religious movements around her. But she possessed a purity seemingly incapable of corruption. The insatiable craving for power by those who wish for a cause in which to believe dissolved in her presence.

If you wanted to think words or phrases like “must,” “should,” “have to,” or “do not,” you would have to be a hundred miles away before your brain could formulate a morality that attempts to bind others to this or that belief. Her aura, so steeped in natural energy, did not support religion, rituals, priests, or temples. Why would one need to designate a sacred site, place, action, or time when each moment reveals the depths of sensuality and the divine combined?

But now we come to a great mystery that has plagued all of our world teachers on earth down through the ages of history. It is more than a simple test or temptation. It is designed by Saturn and engineered in the heart of the sun.

It goes like this: on our planet, before you can rise to the level of the divine, you must first master your human side. And here is the test governing all world teachers as it is stated in the training manual of Saturn:

If you would fulfill your mission, first teach another to feel what you feel and share your innermost dreams so that the two of you become one, for the perfection of love is not achieved until you create in another the essence of your own being.

Second, demonstrate that your love is free of attachment. To shine like the sun on earth you must first master and then transcend human need.

You may originate a world religion, but fail this test and the gift you offer mankind—the essence of your being—shall remain unseen.

The rise or fall of a religion, its vision, purity, or corruption, depends on the degree of the teacher’s success in sharing all that he or she is with at least one person. And so like other world teachers who would later appear in human history, this priestess faced the same challenge. It came in the form of a great warrior who was about to found a mighty empire.

Savaan was a military genius even before he had an army to lead. His gift as a leader was being able to tap into others’ deepest instincts, draw them to the surface, and then direct them according his will.

Part of Savaan’s acumen was that he could take unrelated fields of knowledge and bring them together with new applications. As odd as it may seem to us, Savaan made a careful study of unusual women. Whereas other men typically view a woman through the eyes of desire or love, Savaan studied women in order to sharpen his intuition so he could grasp the unexpected. After all, one of the most effective principles of war is the element of surprise. You do what no one else can imagine.

For Savaan it was like this: you take an attractive woman, and it is possible to translate that attraction into plans of action, visions, dreams, ideals, or something to make real. There is a biological desire to reproduce. But there is also in the woman the power to amplify a man’s will. Exposing oneself to a woman’s beauty is not only a way to stimulate and to heighten your imagination; it is a way to re-create yourself. We could say that Savaan knew things fifty thousand years ago that we still have not learned today.

Savaan sought out the priestess as soon as he heard the rumors about her existence. He went to see her unescorted and unarmed under the guise of a poet, for in poetry he was also gifted.

He found her at dusk one day where she was at work amid a tall, thin outcrop of red sandstones lying next to a lake. She was doing what she had been sent to do—impregnating the lake and the rocks with visions of the moon. At the touch of her hand, the rock held a song, and the lake was invested with the power to create dreams.

When he first saw her, he was a quarter of a mile away. He did not approach but chose to wait and to watch, doing reconnaissance using silence and skilled observation. But she had sensed him the moment he had formed the intention to seek her out. She knew he was there watching.

A day later he approached and sat down ten feet from her. Again, he just observed as she went about her meditating and quiet singing to nature. Later in the evening she came over and offered him some food. After he ate, she spoke, “If you want to understand who I am, spend a few days here while I am gone. What I am and the things I care about are found here in the rain, the wind, the rock, the water, and the light of dawn.”

He did as she said. He sat meditating where he had seen her sitting. For him, it was like slipping into a dream. Time is gone. The far past and the far future are joined.

On the one hand, his body felt weightless. And on the other hand he had no desire to move. He felt part of the sky, the lake, the wind, the rising and setting sun, the moon, and the stars.

It was clear to Savaan that the priestess was changing nature, imbuing it with a song of transformation through the power of her inner peace.

The next day she returned and sat next to him. She took his hands and held them. She said, “I pass into you now my innermost essence that you might feel what I feel and see as I see.”

For a little while, three hours or so, they continued to hold hands. He entered a trance. He felt her body as if it had become his own. He felt her soul as if the two of them were now one.

And in this moment, during this brief time, the full power of a man of great will and a woman of great love were joined. And during this time, he saw not only through the priestess’s eyes. He saw through the eyes of the Goddess of the Earth and understood Her dreams. She wished to have children “who see through the eyes of the stars; who join all opposites, the constellations themselves into one song of love.”

He saw that the Earth was waiting for her children, for a race to appear that would share the mysteries of Her heart, the feeling of being one with the universe.

The feminine embodies the ideal. The task of the masculine is to find the means for making it real. Oneness with the universe is an inner state of awareness. But the outer world has its own requirements. Every obstacle is a challenge to be mastered and overcome. While pondering these things, Savaan fell asleep.

During the night, the priestess left. Just before dawn is when his enemies found him. When it became known that his bodyguards were not with him, small bands of assassins had been sent out.

The six men closed in. At any other time, Savaan would have easily dispatched them. On a good day, Savaan could catch an arrow in his hand during its flight. He could stop a sword between his palms. He knew the trick of looking into another’s eyes and sending an electrical spark so the person thought Savaan was in front of him when Savaan had already moved to the enemy’s side.

But the meditations, the inner peace, the tasting of the essence of the priestess had slowed his reflexes. He would have sensed the men approaching simply from the pulse of their life force and the buzz of their thinking. But he had failed to observe the obvious.

It was their scent that finally caught this attention. But at that moment they were already upon him. A thrown spear glanced off his scapula. A sword sliced his arm near the elbow. A war hammer smashed into his upper leg.

In spite of this, Savaan was able to stand and counterattack. He leaped at one man and was behind him. And then Savaan began to spin in a fighting style he had invented. He used the force of throwing one man in one direction to hurl himself into, behind, or beneath another man.

In less than five seconds it was over. The six were dead. Savaan lay on the ground breathing fast and deep, trying to keep from blacking out. He bandaged his wounds and lay down to rest.

In the evening, the priestess returned to him, sensing at a distance his distress. She stayed with him for over a month.

During this time, something very odd happened. The priestess was master of the energies of water and moonlight. But she realized that to heal him she needed the life force of the sun. She took a breath, drew vitality into her body, and then passed that life force into him.

Instead of soft and lunar, serene and receptive, she began to embody in herself dazzling, brilliant light. Looking down at her body, she could see herself light up so that her body felt as bright as the sun above. And this solar vitality from breath she passed into him until his body acquired the strength to sustain its own recovery.

The treatments took away his pain and dissolved the scar tissue. The huge black bruises on his body faded away. Torn ligaments began to find ways to work again.

After the first two weeks, Savaan began to get his mind back. An injury to his head interfered with his ability to think. Gradually, he began to distinguish the difference between himself and the priestess. He had entered her heart and mind, tasted her inner essence, felt and experienced the vision that had brought her into existence. But now he began to respond to these things from his own point of view, though still illuminated by her inspiration.

Savaan spoke, “There are four holy sites—the stars in the night sky, dawn’s light before the sun rises, the oceans, and moonlight. In your eyes all four are united. The beauty is beyond what the human heart can endure.

“We build towns, cities, kingdoms, and empires. We make things. We imitate nature. We invent. Doing these things is who we are. The mysterious purposes of the earth are not inscribed in the playbook of the human race.

“Here is our great strength—a relentless desire to take hold of the world and subject it to our will. For this purpose, we explore and adventure. We test ourselves against our environment. We observe the wolf, the hawk, the tiger, and the fish. We study their routines. And then we make their instincts and perceptions our own.

“When it comes to penetrating and mastering the secrets of nature, our curiosity is insatiable. We look upon the world with a wonder that derives from a lust to know and the desire to make its wealth our own.

“Yet we are ravaged by our desires; our actions arise amid struggle, strife, and every imaginable craving; we can barely separate a noble purpose from our passions. Darkness and death are before us and behind us and surround us on all sides. In every generation, you will always find among us at least one individual with an indomitable will, for we know that unless we move forward and achieve, we will die.

“The earth has many children. She loves them equally. She nurtures and abides their presence. If She is lucky, one of her children will share the dreams in her heart.

“The human race is not that child. We learn not from the inner but from the external world. We are here first to imitate and then to rule over nature. The energies underlying nature that are seen by the eyes of the soul are outside of our normal modes of perception. The human race, with all its poets, seers, wise men, prophets, and sages, will never discover the incomprehensible beauty that is hidden in this planet.

“The divine uses me so to teach you about your humanity. I understand your mission. But there are choices to be made that you have not considered.
“As I sense the innermost dreams in you and in the Goddess too, I see that each race that appears on earth is free to fashion purposes that it alone envisions. Ultimately, to be alive is to have the choice to recreate oneself from out of the deepest longings within one’s heart.

“But I ask you, what world teacher shall appear whose light is so bright and whose compassion is so deep that he could inspire mankind to share the dreams that are in Her heart? Who can ever learn to do what you do—unite with the universe from inside?

“Your love is very deep. It derives from the waters of the earth and the light of the moon. But while you were healing me, I saw what you have not considered—the will to create oneself anew hidden in the power of the sun.

“Your love awakens in me the desire to become that light and that will. If I had it, I would love you with the same love with which you love me. But it is beyond my reach.

“Here is the problem with your mission as you are pursuing it. You intend to imbue nature with lunar serenity. Though the human body shall remain, the souls that are born after you do this will no longer be those of humanity. The souls that enter the newborn children will be from a more advanced race and from another planetary realm.

“Humanity is focused on the external world. Our senses seize and take hold of things. The design of our lust and love creates separation rather than inner union with nature. It is who we are as a race. Change nature on earth, and we will no longer be able to enter this world.

“And so as a result of your mission one of Earth’s children will no longer be able to be here and experience life in the time period presently offered to it. The inner awareness that you create undermines the concentration that we need to focus on the external world if we are to survive.

“Perhaps after ten or twenty world civilizations rise and fall we will have enough experience to turn within. We must learn through experience that willpower without inner illumination inevitably destroys the world. When we learn this, we will then be ready to join the inner and outer worlds.

“If you give your gift to the world at this time, you will destroy an entire race. Tens of thousands of years of human history will vanish without a trace. It will cease to unfold because you have prevented it from happening.”

With a voice soft and gentle, yet as deep as the stars at night, the priestess asks Savaan, “How do you suggest I proceed?”

Savaan says, “On this planet there are spirits who embody the wonder and beauty of nature. Let your mantle, the full scope and power of your spiritual mission, be hidden within the soul of one of these beings. If and when the human race is ready, a man will bring her back to our world so that she can continue your mission at a future time.

“In this way, one of us will initiate the mission and thereby weave it into the destiny of our race.”

The priestess says, “But the act of impregnating a spirit with my mission would damage and destroy the spirit.”

Savaan replies, “Then you must wait until a woman is born who senses as the spirit within you has sensed that something profound and astonishing is missing from this world. And she will volunteer to bear your gift, transforming into an undine until that day when mankind is ready to unite the realms of human and fairy.

“If my love were stronger, my will greater, my spirit more noble, the two of us could accomplish this now. But the earth must wait for another man and another woman whose love is more complete before the world you envision can come into being.”

And so it was that the priestess hid her gift from the world. Instead of pursuing her mission, she married Savaan. She made a choice to preserve the human part of herself rather than to fulfill the mission designed by the Other Side.

Before she died, she bequeathed her gift and powers into the hands of the divine.

41,000 Years Ago

Talking to Isaphil one day, I asked her what she was like before she had been anointed with this spiritual mission that joins the earth and the moon. I expected that she was once a remarkable undine whose aura was somehow similar to that of the priestess.

But in the very moment when I asked the question, the two of us realized that she had not always been an undine queen. Instead, we saw what had been previously hidden—that she had once been a human woman. Isaphil is not as other undines. She was once a woman who had changed into an undine queen, and this occurred 41,000 years ago.

Her name was Reem. She lived on an island in the ocean. The culture was not so different from that that existed on Easter Island. Writing about this woman is somewhat strange, even for me. When I think about her, it is like she is sitting right here next to me reading what I write, wanting to make sure I get it right.

Reem explains, “I liked to wander by myself. I explored lava tubes, mountain streams, and caves, and I swam alone out to nearby islands. I would float in a tide pool for hours, sometimes until the sun went down. I would float in a mountain pool waiting for the first rays of the sun to warm my skin. I was restless. I never fit in.

“But I had social obligations and strong family ties. I was in the royal line, and yet I also did what other women did in those times.

“All the same, once when I had hiked to the top of a mountain, I watched the stars slowly circling above. I looked out at the moonlight as it shone upon the ocean. And I prayed to the gods. I said, ‘The world is wrong; I want to bring back what has been lost.’

“You have to understand something about me. The passion in my heart was as bright as the sun. And this I knew: that joy should rise up from the depths of everyone’s heart.

“There are many desires and experiences that human beings share. But when I looked into the soul of every single person I knew, no one had a light in her heart that shone like the sun.

“And so my prayer I repeated again and again. With each repetition my will became stronger until I cried out with the fire of the stars resonating in my voice.

“I received a reply. The voice spoke from the stillness inside of me.

“It said, ‘The soul of humanity is incapable at this time to bear the gift we have to give. But if you persist we can bring the gift down from where we are so it is closer to your world.

“‘To do this, your human soul must be dissolved, and as an undine queen you shall reign until that day a great master of the earth finds you and makes you human again. Through love with another, a mission long ago lost to the world shall return.

“‘If you are willing to play this part, the gift shall be yours. The very thing you sense missing from life shall be fully alive within you. But it shall be a time and a season until the world is ready to receive it.’

“My response? I replied, ‘Grant me this gift and this task. With all my heart and soul I would make the world into what it is meant to be.’”

Years later, when Reem was a grandmother and had fulfilled her social and clan obligations, they found her body sitting against a tree. Her eyes were open as she stared out at the sea. But her soul had departed. She had become an undine queen.

Summary

I have to say that I consider the undine queen Isaphil to be as dangerous as she is magnificent. To touch her aura is to feel her gift—an absolute contentment in which the inner self is at peace with the universe.

In this state of mind, it is easy to forget that one has social obligations and tasks to accomplish. There is no longer a you—no name or social identity—that you feel you need to identity with.

There is no linear time—no birth or death. The limitations under which you live do not define or shape who you are. The serenity and peace are so deep, the empathy so perfected, that you feel within and a part of everything that exists. In other words, her gift is so bright and luminous that life appears dim by comparison.

The advantage of internalizing this gift is that you are on the verge of attaining perfect, complete, and absolute enlightenment. You see the world as it is, and you see it as it is meant to be; and in you the two melt together and fuse as one.

The disadvantage is that you still have to solve each and every problem in life as it arises. There are no free rides. You have to seize opportunities when they appear. You have to take command of the limitations of life with a will that is worthy of and equal to the love and beauty that are Isaphil.

Or to put it another way—one day may we all have the skill and the will to embody and to apply this love so it transforms the world!