THE ASCENT CHAPTER TWELVE

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CHAPTER TWELVE

MY BIG BREAK

                 


What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.
                                      Plutarch[1]

 

It may seem odd that anyone in spirit form would participate in manual work since there’s no reason for this, be it looking for firewood or anything else since one can easily manifest whatever is required. As I had experienced these last weeks, there never seemed to be a problem materialising items such as food, drinks and lodging.[2]

‘You know,’ I said to Mo, ‘much of what happens here seems like a miracle since I don’t know how else to rationalise what I’m witnessing here. So, I’m curious; tell me how this supernatural phenomenon works.’

‘It’s not so difficult to understand if you think of miracles as natural phenomena that exist in higher dimensions. Consider how every baby born on earth is a miracle; every cell in the body continually performs miracles; in fact, all the intricate exigencies of nature are beyond what anyone in your world can understand.

‘Naturalists and humanists attribute everything to nature, and yet what is nature but a perpetual miracle that remains incomprehensible to all who exists within the limitations of the third dimension. All-natural life and all processes that sustain it comes from a higher source, the Source of all that is. Nothing comes from nothing. Is this not evident? Why then is this so hard for your atheist friends to understand when it’s so apparent?’

‘It’s difficult to accept what can’t be explained,’ I said.

‘The only miracle that can’t be explained,’ he said, ‘is the divine alchemy that turns the wayward soul from darkness to light, from fear to love. This phenomenon, perhaps, is the greatest of mysteries and the greatest of miracles.’

‘Okay, be that as it may, how can humanity accept their reality?’

‘In higher realms, there’s nothing unnatural about us integrating our higher frequencies with lower density planes. It’s just a matter of bridging the planes with the appropriate harmonic resonance.’

‘Yes, but how?’

‘As with your teleporting, you need only intend it since everything is just mind-stuff. No invocation, supplication or incantation is necessary unless it helps you clarify your intention. Since there is no duality, nothing needs to be acted upon unless you wish to be engaged when cooking a meal instead of manifesting it ready-made.

‘All is energy, and because all energy emerges from Source, whatever occurs within the limitations of a dimension is natural. To those in lower dimensions, however, what naturally occurs in higher dimension might seem supernatural.’

‘Yet, even in the third-dimensional world,’ Eli said, ‘some advanced souls achieve feats such as levitation as Mo witnessed near the Pantheon in Rome. Of course, this interdimensional fluidity depends on how limited one’s understanding is of what’s considered natural.’

‘If natural to you means only the laws evidenced in the lower orders of space and time, then what is witnessed doesn’t seem natural but supernatural.  , this is just transducing higher frequencies to lower realms, such as when celestial beings appear on earth.’

‘Well then,’ I said smiling, ‘since I’m in a spiritual body, maybe I should transduce myself down to Julianne so we can get a jump start on things before my slumbering body wakes up. Now that would be quite the miracle.’

‘I’m not sure you’re ready for any such miracle,’ Eli said, Besides, that would hardly be fair to her since she has no understanding of what’s going on with you.’

Later, as we were taking a break from our labours, I asked Mo if he would tell me what it takes to be a miracle worker on earth since that would be a most extraordinary skill to have when I returned.

‘Many miracle-workers over the centuries have been able to transmute energies into higher catenations,’ he said, ‘simply by accessing more refined natural laws with their consciousness. In essence, creation is a miracle that impinges its thoughts on unmanifested, un-potentialized forms held in abeyance in the Zero Point Field (ZPF).’[3]

‘I must confess,’ I said, ‘I haven’t the slightest idea what you just said or what this is supposed to mean.’

‘Think of all the miracles that have been performed on earth over the last century; creations such as lightbulbs, telephones, spacecraft and quantum computers. All these came into being out of thin air by miracle-minded scientists who dared to envision the impossible by invoking it into a sustained timeline. That’s how miracles manifest, by first becoming crystallized in the mind.’

‘I supposed that’s true,’ I said, ‘yet I’m not sure how this explains anything.’

‘You need not figure it out because you can’t. Just accept that the infinite subatomic substratum of reality is the eternal miracle of life. We only use words to illustrate what can’t be known, only supposed.[4] As your consciousness continues to expand you will require fewer words for these subtle realms.’

‘That’s splendid,’ I said, ‘I can hardly wait. Still, until I have my satori moment,[5] I’m going to require more help to understand miracles such as Yeshua allegedly performed.’ 

‘These manifestations,’ he said, ‘are about accessing what is natural in the higher sphere to effect change on lower planes such as on earth. In other words, what’s below must yield to what’s above.’

 ‘Much of what you and Eli do here would be regarded as miracles back home. As I said before, that’s something I’d like to learn after I return to London’

‘For what purpose; to draw attention to yourself as being special?’ Mo asked. ‘Not many in the world believe in miracles, even though their very existence is a miracle. So why would you wish to waste your time trying to convince others what they don’t wish to believe?’

‘I don’t know; I just think it would be kind of cool proving them wrong, just like when Eli got me off the ridge.’

‘Be honest, James; what do you think people would say if you demonstrated your aptitude for teleporting after you returned? Would they not say that magicians do this kind of thing all the time?’

‘I suppose so. Perhaps they would think I was performing a spectacular magic trick like Houdini while others might see them as impressive performances evoking mass hypnosis.’

‘That’s right; the public might remain impressed for a short while before dismissing your wonders as nothing out of the ordinary, especially after the media provided a few facile explanations for what they don’t wish to understand.

‘As you know, on a higher plane of existence, teleporting is not a trick or magician’s stage stunt. Nor is it paranormal or supernatural. Instead, it’s just another activity within a higher vibratory field, unencumbered by the earth’s spatial plane of physicality.

‘Likewise, your spirit body has a rarified form of physicality, oscillating in an octave significantly higher than your mortal version. Yet spirit and physical are not mutually exclusive terms since spirit is prior, providing material physicality with outward design. This spirit body you experience is no illusion. If anything, it’s your material mortal body that lacks substance since it expires soon after its short sojourn on earth.’

‘Okay, these are interesting perspectives,’ I said, so how does that explain how a body heals itself?’

‘Recall how we mentioned a woman who died of terminal cancer, then recovered within weeks after her cancer underwent remission following her NDE.[6] Would this not be another example of how a terminally diseased body can be quickened by healing frequencies that subsume, transcend and transmute the discordant energies?’

‘So, is that what happens when people, say Julianne, lay hands on the afflicted; is there something to that? My body would probably like to know.’

‘Maybe you should ask your body what happens when she lays her soothing hands upon its infirmities,’ Eli said, smiling.

‘Then maybe one day I’ll be able to reciprocate the favour by laying my soothing hands on her,’ I said, smirking.

‘Fine,’ he said, ‘just remember no one lays their hands on Julianne unless they’re allowed. But first, let’s see what happens when we go to London; it’s a little too early for you to fall in love based only on what we’ve said. Unless, of course, you’re really in a bad way.’

It was true, I wanted to believe everything they said about Julianne, so my mind kept running ahead of itself, caught up in a fantasy that I might later regret. It wouldn’t be the first time.

That evening, I reflected more on what Mo and Eli were saying about spirit, matter, dimensions, and energy frequencies. It was logical and increasingly evident that if all emanates from the Source, then in a sense, everything should be regarded as a miracle.

After putting in a long day of work, I didn’t give any more thought to whether our logging accomplishments were a miracle or some magical trick. What was more important was that we had plenty of firewood that would last us for a while. By the time we returned to the cabin, it was already twilight.

I was expecting my co-labourers to leave since their usual time for parting was sundown. Not this time, though. Once inside, Mo made a pot of Turkish tea, seemingly, to settle in for a while. After we sat down, he asked me a question I wasn’t expecting.

‘I’m curious, James,’ he said. ‘Can you tell me why you think you came here? Was it just about another mountain climbing expedition, or was there something more that drew you up here that you weren’t aware of at the time?

I’m not sure I can give you a satisfactory answer… apart from having fallen into it. Perhaps I’ll figure it all out when I return, provided I remember what happened here.’

‘Then let me ask how you made your big break from the Lowlands since that might tell us what drew you here? Most likely, your ego didn’t just wave goodbye as it bid you adieu to embark on this Mountain adventure. That would be uncharacteristic since the ego doesn’t even believe in our Mountain.’

I thought about it for a while but couldn’t think of an answer to Mo’s bizarre line of questioning. I suppose it was inevitable they would broach the topic of my ego and its inflated role in the Lowlands.

 Like many, I’ve always considered it essential that an active ego was necessary for getting what you wanted. Mo often talked about the ego-mind, and yet it never occurred to me that this might have been the cause for most of my problems.

‘I’m sorry, Mo; I have no idea how I’m supposed to respond to such questions. Since the ego is just an idea Freud devised, I haven’t given a lot thought to this, literally or figuratively.’

Eli walked in with an armful of logs he had just split outside. After stacking the wood by the hearth and throwing a few pieces on the fire, he said, ‘I overheard what Mo asked and think it’s a topic worth exploring. Firstly, the ego-mind is not who we are. Nevertheless, it is necessary for us to deal with this phantom until we’re able to rise above its antics.’

‘Then I’d be pleased if you would offer your opinion to this. After all, I’m just a philosopher, not a psychologist.’

‘Okay then,’ Eli said, ‘For what it’s worth, I’ll tell you what I think happened when you made your big break. I’m giving you this straight-up, so for illustration purposes, allow me to intrude again into your dream’s allegory of the swamp.’

‘Why not?’ I asked. ‘Mo does it all the time.’

‘The swamp,’ he said, ‘is an excellent illustration of how your separated ego-mind tried to hold you back by keeping you stuck in the mire of confusion. Would you agree?’

‘Perhaps… but carry on.’

 ‘Okay, so in doing this, the ruts made you feel secure, even when you knew you weren’t getting anywhere. Still, it was hard to feel satisfied or fulfilled being stuck in them. The Lowlanders said your satisfaction wasn’t necessary; safety is what everyone needs to have, more than life itself.

‘That’s why no one understood how you could just pick up and leave to expose yourself to all kinds of outside danger. By then, you had enough of chasing around in circles, creating even deeper ruts for you and everyone else, including your lovers. The promiscuity did little to assuage your chronic fears of rejection except to hold you fast-bond.

‘Then, mercifully, your little pub sideshow occurred, revealing how much your delusionary ego had distracted you from the Mountain vision you were having not long ago. In creating such a spectacle, the incident strengthened your vision so you would breathe in the fresh mountain air. It wasn’t long after your dream that you finally determined to break free of your ego’s Lowlands.’

‘What a minute, Eli, did you say: Breathe in the fresh mountain air? I remember hearing someone saying something like that to me not long ago. Was it you?’

‘No, not me, must have been someone else. Maybe, Mo.’

‘Wasn’t me,’ Mo said. ‘Perhaps it was another one of your voices,’ he chuckled. ‘Anyway, let’s hear what else Eli has to say in his interpretation of your escape.’

‘As I was about to explain,’ Eli said, ‘you wouldn’t have a clean get-away with your ego-mind constantly stalking you every inch of the way. Its mindless prattling attempted to sink you into the marshes of defeat, which is why you had to do so much slogging and trudging before you were able to find your way to higher ground at the Mountain base.

‘That seems to be the way it is for everyone who ascends; it’s what makes us strong in spirit. In this sense, the ego-self can make or break us with its determination to hold us captive in bogs, thorns, and mists of illusion. Once a defector’s spirit is broken, they tend to slink back to the Flatlands without ever finding their way out again. Your determination, however, was too strong to be held back, and so at last, you arrived at the Mountain base.

‘Even as you began the ascent, your wounded ego continued to whisper to you, attempting to undermine your noble quest with its incessant nattering about your life’s past failures. That’s its default position if nothing else works to weaken and bring you down.

‘During your darkest nights in the storms, fear would grip you, causing you to question yourself whether you shouldn’t turn back. Still, you remained resolved and continued on your way.

‘It took you a while to gain altitude as you wandered about, attempting to find the most expeditious approaches to ascend. When you finally did make it near the summit, you weren’t able to make it the whole way, at least not in your mortal form. Is it not ironic how your body had to fall a considerable way down for your spirit to rebound back up?

‘What’s important is that you made it, even if it turned out to be a bit of a circuitous route.’

‘I suppose you’re right; I did have to fall a long way down to rise all the way up in my spirit body.’

‘Now that you’re here in your present form, all you need to do is allow your heart to carry you to the next Summit. As we keep saying, this is only a resting station for what’s further up.’

‘What do you mean when you say further up? Further up to where?’

‘Further up… to the Lowlands below,’ he said.

‘Further up below,’ I said. ‘Ah, of course, another paradox.’

‘The truth is, James, the highest Summits can only be reached by way of the Lowlands. So, do you understand why there needs to be an earth before there can be a heaven?’

‘I’m not sure I do, but I’ll take your word for it.’

‘Once you’ve come this far, your heart will always remain on the Summit, even while your body attends to the concerns of the world below.’

‘Allow me, James, to interject some of my thoughts into your story,’ Mo said. ‘The Summit illustrates the rarified spiritual domain of heaven, just as the Lowlands represent the dense material domain of earth. In reality, they are part of the same continuum, only polarized at opposite ends. Though both are of the Source, they are experienced differently.

‘Your life’s allegory helps illustrate the dynamic relationship between heart and mind. The Summit represents the inward domain of your heart, while the Lowlands represents the outward order of your mind. When the heart and mind unite in perfect equilibrium, heaven dwells on earth, and earth dwells in heaven.’

‘Which means,’ Eli said, ‘the mind dwells in the Lowlands where it experiences life outwardly, whereas the heart looks downward from the Summit above so the Lowlands may experience life inwardly.’

‘I assume you are speaking figuratively,’ I said.

‘Indeed, I am speaking figuratively… literally. In a sense, it’s like bi-locating, where, as has been demonstrated, consciousness can locate in two domains at once.’ 

‘That’s about the strangest thing you have come up with so far, Eli… which is going some. This time you’re over the Cuckoo’s Nest.[7] If what you say is actually true, give me a real-life example where two locations can be experienced simultaneously.’

‘Let’s start with you, aren’t you here on the Summit and in London? Don’t you think your body’s cells back home share your consciousness? Of course they do.’

‘I guess you’re right; I never thought of that. Interesting.’

‘There are several other advanced spirits on earth who are adept at this, at times consciously, sometimes unconsciously. Don’t be surprised if you meet someone else like this before you leave here, someone who occupies both realms at once. Perhaps you’ll find you have much in common, be it here, there or back on earth.’

‘I understand here or back on earth, but what do you mean by there?’ I asked.

‘I guess you’ll have to wait to find out.’

‘That didn’t answer my question,’ I said, ‘can you at least tell me who this might be.’

‘Sorry, I’m afraid you’ll have to meet her first,’ he said with a mischievous grin.

‘Did you say her?’

‘Indeed, I did; still, let’s not get distracted with what might or might not happen. Instead, let’s resume your tale of the Lowlands and Summit. You may soon discover the Lowlands are no longer large enough to contain you, even though you might have to reside in its domain while on earth. That’s because your true home is now the Summit. It’s also why there’s such a profound distinction between the prepositions in and of.’

‘Grammar lessons aside, where’s this all supposed to end?’ I asked.

‘Why must it ever end?’ Mo asked. ‘As long as you’re an adventurer who seeks what’s beyond, the journey to enlightenment is never over, nor can it be. If it had an end, would that not be hell? It’s fear that thwarts and paralyzes one from moving forward.’

‘That’s what the lower worlds are about,’ Eli said. ‘Even when the exit door remains unlocked and ready to be pushed open, few budge from their lower domain. For those stuck in their ego illusions, the door seems shut.

‘Should you open the door for them, nevertheless, it would be necessary for them to take the initiative to walk through the exit since no one can do it for them. Once they do this, all you need do is point towards the Mountain.

‘Those who wish to ascend will find their way just as you did when you left the Lowlands. As you realise, it’s not required to know about each twist and turn along the way since each makes their own path forward… further in, further up.

‘Even with your heart telling you there was a Mountain out there somewhere, you had no proof of where it was or if it existed. You had only sporadic visions and a voice that seemed to be calling you forward. To your credit, you stepped out in faith, not realizing one day you would find new heights that would eventually take you to the stars!’

‘To the stars?’

‘Savour the journey, James,’ he said. ‘It’s only beginning. Though you may rest along the way to take in the spectacular views, realise the adventure is never over because enlightenment can never end; it only expands with vision. Wherever you find yourself, you’re always at the starting gate to wherever you wish to go. There are always more marvels for you to see and experience along the many paths found in paradise.

‘Unfortunately, many on the earth plane consider the body’s death to be the end of their journey, or at best, an eternal ennui of religious tedium that, if you had your druthers, you might prefer annihilation.[8]

‘For you, however, wherever you decide to go will always become the highest and most noble adventure. At least until the next and the next...’

‘Most inspiring words, Eli, however I doubt if any of this is what I will experience when I return. I see only more drudgery.’

‘Well then,’ Mo said, ‘I have something here I’ve been saving that might give you some cheer. It’s an excerpt from what Julianne was recently reading. Let me recite it to you: For you know that when you return to the level ground from which you climbed, you will be different as a result of having made your ascent. The hard work is done. What you gain here you gain from what is beyond effort and learning – what you have gained will never leave you but will sustain you forevermore.’[9]

‘We’ll be on our way now. I recommend you spend what’s left of this evening reflecting on all we discussed today. Also, be sure to read Julianne’s message a few more times. After all, it’s about your ascent here, although she didn’t realise it. Or maybe she did.

After they walked out the door and vanished into the evening’s dusk, I sat by the smouldering fire to contemplate what we discussed today. I then noticed a copy of Homer’s Odyssey on the hearth, seemingly left there for me to read.[10]

I picked it up to browse the various passages that brought fond memories of my sailing through the Aegean Sea as a merchant sailor. I chuckled as I remembered how I wistfully watched for the beautiful sirens mentioned in the book when our ship passed along the shores of the rocky islands.[11]

It was difficult for me to concentrate for long whenever I thought about the elusive dragon Mo reminded me of, the one lying in wait, ready to devour me. Would I be able to slay it, as Mo suggested, or might it first slay me?

As I thought about this battle I would be encountering I wondered if this had anything to do with Julianne since conflict always seemed to be about women in my life. Might this mean that before long she too would leave me, just like the others?

Provided, of course, I didn’t pull out first – a most insane game I had played for all too long. Is that what these fearful dragons were about? When you fall in love, they breathe their fire; then, they eat you alive. Would Julianne do that to me too?

The next day, my companions arrived just after sunrise all cheery. We sat outside on the deck with a pot of freshly brewed coffee as the morning sun shone brightly on the alpine surroundings. I wasn’t in a particularly good mood. Throughout the night, I allowed my mind to get caught up in the dramas I thought were over. Apparently not.

Likely perceiving how I felt, Eli said, as if to goad me, ‘here you are, James, having the best of both worlds, the splendours of the mountains and us. What more could you ask?’

I just looked at him blankly. With the way I was feeling, I thought it was probably best not to say anything… so I didn’t.

‘What do you wish to discuss today? Mo asked. ‘Are we finally finished with your dubious love life so we may move on to matters of more universal significance?’

‘Such as what? I asked with underlying irritation.

‘If you wish, we could discuss what your scientists call dark matter… for reasons I’ll never understand. Space is anything but dark. Or would you prefer to explore the topic of synchronistic spins of uncoupled electrons and why nothing on the earth remains as it appears?’

‘Maybe that’s the only certainty there is,’ I said. ‘Nothing is as it appears, but something different, yet we never seem to know what.’

‘Ah, the mystery keeps things interesting, does it not?’ Eli asked. ‘There’s always more to learn, and even more to unlearn, at least for you. So, what do you wish to unlearn today?’

‘Could we could do spins and dark matter another time?’ I asked, ‘I had a miserable night after you left. That damned dragon you keep talking about must have stirred something up in me. It felt like it might lunge out any time.’

     ‘Then perhaps now would be a good time to prepare to do battle with it,’ Mo said. ‘Let me assure you that when you have enough strength and courage to stand up to it, it will have no defence. As has been so profoundly stated, perfect love casts out fear.[12]

     ‘The dragon is your symbol of fear, which always breathes its anger on those it most fears since fear and anger are a match. When you become aware of this, you will look upon it, not in fear but in love. Then, the dragon will be no more.’

‘That’s why when nations fight fear with fear, they ultimately fail; it’s only a matter of time. Though fear may vanquish its foes with force, in the end, it defeats itself. Only the power of love can vanquish the enmity within. When you understand this, foes will no longer be foes. You will no longer fear; instead, you will love those who terrified you most.’

‘You mean like Julianne?’ 

‘Especially Julianne,’ Eli said smiling.

‘As you discover how to love and accept yourself,’ Mo said, ‘others will come to love and accept you as you are. In turn, you will respond to others as they are, even with those you may have at one time considered your enemies. Then what you see from the Summit of your life will be changed because you will be changed.’

‘I think you need to explain that since this hasn’t been my experience of life,’ I said.

‘Okay then,’ he said, ‘just remember the view from the Mountain Summit is far more encompassing than what you could see from below… it changes your perspective on everything. It’s not just the Mountain view; it’s also the view of the Mountain. Do you understand that subtle distinction? Remember, even while you remained in the Lowlands, your vision of the Mountain inspired something within you that was as high as the Mountain itself.

‘It caused you to raise your head to see past the obfuscating fog and sidesatep the muddy ruts to find your way out of the Flatlands. Then, as you ascended the Mountain, life became truly exhilarating where you could view what you had never been able to see before. By the time you scaled the steep precipices, you were able to witness the vast expanses of higher realities for the first time, instead of just fragmented patches of the Lowlands.’

‘Notwithstanding all your metaphors and hyperbole,’ I said, ‘there are times things seem a tad foggy up here too.’

‘I’m sure that may seem the case,’ Eli said, ‘which is why it’s necessary to keep ascending higher in your mind to get clearer views of where you were and where you’re going. If you look down too far, you might get vertigo and end up far below where you prefer to be… as you should be well-aware.’

‘Fine then,’ I said, ‘enough allegories for now; just tell me what happens when I descend into my physical body? I’m not sure there will much in the way of vistas after I return.’

‘So why would you go back to wallow in your old ruts,’ he asked, ‘especially when you don’t have to?’

‘That’s easy to say, but what if I don’t know any better?’

‘That’s true; you probably won’t, at least until your mind catches up with your heart. Without the guidance of your heart, your mind will remain confused until it relinquishes control.’

‘And what if it doesn’t?’

‘That would be most unfortunate since you would likely go back to being just as you were with little chance of being with Julianne. Ultimately, it will be your choice; the mind won’t surrender its power until it realises it requires the services of the heart. This is why the mind needs to listen to the heart’s inner knowing, which, in turn, serves the mind with its inspired guidance.

‘I think things could work out for you if Julianne were to help you understand this. She’s as focused on her heart as you are focused on your mind. Wholeness depends on your union.’

‘I’d love to receive whatever help she might afford me, so what are you suggesting? Would it be the same thing I’m thinking?’

‘I guess that might depend on what you are thinking. Never mind; do you remember that quote from Virgil, Omnia Vincit Amor: Love Conquers All? So, all I’m suggesting is that, given a chance, her love might help you conquer whatever has you in bondage.’

‘Yes, but all too often, it’s love that has been used to conquer me, keeping me in bondage. That’s what always seems to happen when I care too much, and so it becomes a trap.’

‘Do you have any idea what is the true essence of love?’ Mo asked. ‘No, I don’t think you do because if you did, you would know that only fear can keep you bonded while only love can set you free. Though you haven’t discovered this for yourself, when you do, you will stand firm as Conqueror on your Summit.

‘Then, when you return to the Lowlands, all will have changed for you. Gone will be the marshes, swamps, bogs and ruts of fear, and the ground will become as substantial as the Summit because that’s the rock-solid where your heart will dwell in love.’

‘Are you saying you expect me to sit up here in a lotus position like some yogi guru only to find everything has changed when I come down? There are lots of things in the Lowlands I wish to return to.’

‘I’m not suggesting that you won’t want to pick up a few more trinkets in whatever forms you find most gratifying after you return. Eventually, such accruements will no longer be considered worthy of your attention.

‘Once you come to realise they were only attachments to what you thought was your identity, they will soon lose their appeal. Still, these accessories will have served you well in reminding you of what baggage you no longer wish to carry with you on your journey further up and further in.’

‘So, why would I even want to live on earth if everything I’ve ever desired to achieve suddenly loses its allure? I might as well head straight to wherever you and Mo go to. And what of that C-X75 Jag I’ve always dreamed of owning someday?’

‘If that’s what you truly desire,’ Eli said, ‘then one day I’m sure you will have it, racing along the Autobahn chasing every Mercedes, Lamborghini and Ferrari you can pass. But if you wish to enjoy the ride fully, don’t settle for just Jaguars. Remember, you’ve been created for much more than just fast cars and fast women.’

‘If it’s not fast cars and fast women,’ I said, half-joking, ‘what purpose could life possibly have?’

‘You already know,’ Mo said, ‘or at least your heart knows. Even if you aren’t serious, it’s a good question to ask because the mind constantly needs the heart to remind the mind what we came here for when we incarnated on earth. 

‘Without the heart’s true understanding, the mind soon forgets what’s real by chasing after the idols it creates. Even among the world’s greatest philosophers, too few give much consideration to this question. Only those who have discovered how to unite their hearts with their minds truly know.’

‘I think you might be overstating things, Mo,’ I said. ‘There are many scientists and businesspeople who function primarily in their minds and are among earth’s most accomplished.’

‘So, it seems,’ Mo said, ‘at least among those who have a passion for achievement. Scientists who love to discover and create new things and entrepreneurs who love to create wealth by finding new goods and services to offer do so by the passion of their hearts. They don’t accomplish these tasks with only their minds, but rather, engage their hearts with their minds, whether they’re aware of it or not.

‘Only the heart knows what will make us happy because it’s the very centre and soul of our being. Even if most of humanity assumes they know what they want, they really don’t; they only know what their ego tells them or perhaps what someone else’s ego tells them.’

‘However,’ I said, ‘everyone already knows they want to be happy.’

‘Yes, of course, everyone wants to be happy,’ he said, ‘but what the ego says is necessary for happiness never turns out to be the case. Sadly, few seem to understand how to find true happiness.

‘What many assume will make them happy is what often makes them most unhappy since they look to the outside where it can never be found. Happiness is an inward quality, so must first be experienced with the heart before it can be outwardly expressed and experienced.’

‘Historically,’ I said, ‘the world’s biggest challenge hasn’t been about happiness. Instead, its been about securing sufficient food and shelter for survival.’

‘Possibly, at that time, that was what they considered happiness.’

‘Certainly, none of this would have been sufficient for my happiness,’ I said, ‘since my needs are currently a bit more, ah, delicate. Nevertheless, with the right woman, who knows?’ I may remain chuffed, at least for a while.’

‘Still, what if there is no right woman for you,’ Eli asked… ‘at least not until you are right for a woman. Though you may consider women your biggest problem, many of them might say you’re their biggest problem.

‘When it comes to living side by side with other humans, whoever and wherever they are on God’s green earth, life’s biggest challenges are found in relationships, just as they are also the most excellent opportunities to grow in wisdom and understanding.’

‘If that were so, I should be a saint by now.’

‘Perhaps by now you should be… and yet you’re not,’ Mo said. ‘Although, it’s possible you could be in the running if you’re willing to go down the right path. For now, it’s more important that you recognise the cause of your problems. It’s never about the conflict without; instead, it’s the conflict within, just as it has always been for nations, tribes, and families.

‘In fact, all conflicts are symptoms of inward fear and alienation. As we’ve said, that’s the reason so few know who they are. And as long as they don’t care to know, they never will, especially when they listen only to those who are equally lost and alienated. Too often, these are the voices of the world’s leaders.

‘There are many voices we can choose to listen to, both within and without. Regardless, any voice that speaks only of fear remains delusionary. There remains just one Voice that can speak peace into the heart. This is the divine Voice of the Spirit, audible only to the ears that wish to hear its message instead of the voices of distraction.[13] The problem is, the divine voice of the heart can only be heard when the voices of fear have been silenced.

‘That’s why I keep saying it’s important that you discover your Self. Though you may forget who you are from time to time, if you listen, you will hear the Voice, quietly reminding you who you are.’

‘Speaking of voices,’ I said, ‘I haven’t forgotten that sweet and enchanting voice I heard when I first scaled towards the Summit.’

‘The Voce we speak of, you’ve heard throughout your life,’ Eli said, ‘more than you know. It has come to you in many ways: sometimes difficult, sometimes pleasant; most often, however, through the lessons you’ve learned.

‘As for the enchanting voice you thought you heard near the Summit, why not? Anything is possible.’

‘It was almost seductive,’ I said. ‘Actually, it was seductive, although it probably was just me imagining some exotic mountain nymph waiting for me.’

‘Or pehaps that special angel you dream of,’ he said.

‘I guess it doesn’t matter what I imagine her to be; nevertheless I wish I could hear that same soft voice once again. If so, I wonder what she would say to me.’

 ‘I suspect; she would speak to you in a sublime language of subtle impressions.’

‘I’m not sure what that would be like,’ I said. ‘Anyway, we’re probably getting carried away with this angel metaphor. I mean, isn’t that what angels are, metaphors for all the perfect women that don’t exist?’

‘I’m not sure how satisfying you would find an angel metaphor, James. Should you be be touched by a metaphor, as in a poem; still, you can’t touch it.’

‘That’s a good point. Even if this angel exists, I’m not so sure how touchable she would be.’

‘What if Julianne is your angel… at least on earth?’ Mo asked. ‘If you approach her respectfully, perhaps you will touch her someday. Certainly, she has touched you more than any other woman you’ve known.’

‘Now, wouldn’t that be a switch?’ I asked, smiling. ‘Rather than my special angel descending to me from on high, I’d have to descend to her! In which case, she may regard me as her special angel.’

‘Perhaps she already regards you as such,’ he said. ‘Without doubt, you’re bringing the best out in her… even without trying.’

After they left that evening, I continued to sit by the fire as I ruminated on what we had talked about these last couple of days. It seemed from what they were saying; there might be some promise of love in my life. Yet, there was some risk that this promise too might be broken.

All our intensive discussions about love, relationships and my ego challenges made my mind weary. I placed my bottle of gin on the floor and slowly climbed the stairs. Perhaps by morning, my mind would have it all sorted out.

 ENDNOTES



[1] Greek philosopher, biographer and high priest at the Delphi Temple of Apollo (AD 46-120)
[2]Russian Mathematician and esoteric philosopher, P.I. Ouspensky, provided metaphysical glimmerings to this in various books such as Tertium Organum, New Model of the Universe and In Search of the Miraculous.  
[3] The ZPF is the vacuum state in the quantum field with the lowest energy possible with no manifest particles of energy. For some, this helps explain how thoughts may be equated with matter.
[4] Mo also quoted what physicist Niels Bohr stated about trying to describe the indescribable: We must be clear that when it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry. The poet, too, is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections[
5] A Buddhist term for awakening, understanding and comprehension.
[6] This person was referred to earlier as Anita Moorjani in a footnote in Chapter Eight.
[7] In reference to the 1975 movie, One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest, starring Jack Nicolson.
[8]  Pascal wrote: I would prefer an intelligent hell to a stupid paradise. 
[9]  From A Course of Love, Mari Peron, Book 3, Chapter 11.  
[10] Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey are among the most ancient works of extant literature in the Western world, dating back to the eighth century BC.
[11] Sirens were beautiful but dangerous feminine creatures Homer and other poets wrote of, luring sailors away with their enchanting voices, causing shipwrecks on islands such as Anthemoessa.
[12] There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear, 1 John 4:18 (KJV)
[13] This reminded me of the saying, He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. Mathew 11:15 (KJV)

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS TO ELYSIUM'S PASSAGE: THE ASCENT

1. Prologue to the Series
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/prologue    

2. Elysium's Passage: The Ascent. Chapter One 
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/Elysiums-Passage-Chapter-One     

3. Elysium's Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Two
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/Elysiums-Passage-Chapter-Two    

4. Elysium's Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Three 
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/chapter-three     

5. Elysium's Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Four
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/chapter-four     

6. Elysium's Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Five 
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/the-ascent-chapter-five      

7. Elysium’s Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Six
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/the-ascent-chapter-six    

8. Elysium’s Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Seven
https://digitalbloggers.com/book-reviews/the-ascent-chapter-seven 

9. Elysium’s Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Eight
http://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/the-ascent-chapter-eight  

10. Elysium’s Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Nine
https://digitalbloggers.com/book-reviews/the-ascent-chapter-nine  

11. Elysium’s Passage: The Ascent. Chapter Ten
https://digitalbloggers.com/book-reviews/the-ascent-chapter-ten 

12. Elysium's Passage: The Ascent, Chapter Eleven
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/the-ascent-chapter-eleven  

13. Elysium's Passage The Ascent, Chapter Twelve
https://digitalbloggers.com/arts-and-entertainment/the-ascent-chapter-twelve 

 

SUMMARY OF
ELYSIUM'S PASSAGE NOVEL SERIES

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ELYSIUM'S PASSAGE: THE ASCENT, the first in a series of seven Elysium’s Passage narrations regarding a young British philosopher named James Phillips who finds himself living in an altered state of reality while still remaining on earth.  

After experiencing a near-fatal fall while climbing to the summit of a remote mountain in the Andes, James awakens in a new dimension. He soon encounters two mysterious beings who provide him with a very different perspective on the nature of his existence. Over the next year, before his body recovers from the coma, he is challenged to re-examine his understanding of life’s meaning and purpose far beyond anything he previously believed or could believe.

An engaging and sometimes surreal adventure with intimations of impending romance, the narrative explores the most important questions about life, death, reality and our ultimate destiny.

The Plains of Elysium (Champs-Élysées) was described by Homer, Hesiod, Virgil and many other poets as the paradisiac afterlife realm reserved for heroes. As the title suggests, this is about a journey through a passage that leads towards Elysium’s exciting realm of existence.

Press review: https://www.prweb.com/releases/2018/05/prweb15515775.htm  

 

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PENDING PUBLICATIONS ELYSIUM’S PASSAGE SERIES

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ELYSIUM’S PASSAGE novel series is projected to be released as follows: 
 

THE ASCENT fall 2021

THE SUMMIT fall 2021 

QUANTUM LEAPS  2022

SURREAL ADVENTURES 2022 

MYSTICAL ROMANCE 2022

HE ELIXIR 2023

THE RETURN sometime in 2024

 

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READER REVIEWS

 
The following comments are among the first Amazon reviews of Elysium’s Passage: The Summit. All are Five Stars! Other reader reviews are included below, along with excerpts from two professional reviews. To read full reviews, go to READER REVIEWS on www.elysiumspassage.com

"Quietly, gently, and without imposition, the Author unfolds the pages, creating an intricate, interlocking bridge spanning the chasm between mind and heart. Renewing, refreshing, restoring. In my bereavement, it was vigil and light…"

"A delightful mix of fantasy, reality, conjecture and humour; Mr Meyers draws the reader into the story with a gentle narrative that captures the imagination, leaving one anxious to get to the next page drawing you into his exceptional world.”

“Excellently written with an exceedingly deep understanding of this world and the next. The characters are very well written and engaging. I can't wait to complete this book!"

“Takes the reader on both a philosophical and spiritual journey, a journey that at times is both disquieting and tranquil. James, a British Philosopher can be irreverent and caustic, traits that should have left me cringing, but instead made me laugh out loud. Elysium’s Passage is a fun, enlightening and remarkable book.”

“This is a masterful fantasy, becoming a real possibility, as the reader is drawn into the story. The Summit leaves you anxious for the next book in the series, yet also leaves you totally satisfied with the world you have just visited. Genius! An exciting, yet calming, experience that is not to be missed."

"There was hardly a page on which I did not find at least one sentence worthy of hi-lighting for future reference. In addition, I thoroughly enjoyed the main character, James, whose personality and passionate verbal exchanges with the other characters, kept me coming back for more. I am reading the book for a second time while I wait for the next one in this series to be made available."

 “N.G. Meyers has clearly put a great deal of research and thought into what the afterlife may look like and I like his perspective. It’s an altogether welcoming and exciting vision. The book gives one a great deal to think about and a reassuring confidence that the end of our lives is truly the beginning of life in the next. I highly recommend it."

“The humour interjected into a serious discussion makes me laugh out loud. Totally unexpected....l may be in the presence of at least a master, if not a genius. A fair ride into reality... seeking that which is unseen, yet absolutely real.”

“An engaging story of adventure embracing man's deepest desire to search for meaning and purpose, N.G. Meyers takes the reader on an adventurous thought-provoking journey. This book has substance. It is a perfect blend of adventure and fantasy combined with spiritual philosophy. It ignited my imagination. The author magically weaves a good story laced with wit and humour together with deep philosophical wisdom. This book has it all!”

“An evolution in thought is triggered by many fresh philosophical themes which could inspire readers to re-think their reality and former ideologies that have dictated their lives… the author fires readers’ imaginations to view what could be possible when spirit vacates the body.”

“This is the book spiritual seekers have been waiting for. For me, it granted a great read as well as increased inspiration to live every day with a heightened sense of purpose. I highly recommend it.

“The Summit is capable of hooking readers and luring them to search for Book 2 to discover more about Dr. Philip’s surreal trek into the mysterious unknown universe. This thick book is well worth the read and to share…”

“Mind-blowing statements and speculation (‘…everyone is a non-physical thought form conceived in the Mind of God, preserved for all eternity because God’s thoughts never die…’). Many will find Meyers’ journey up the Mountain intriguing—and possibly even life-changing.” (BLUEINK REVIEW)

“In its effort to grapple with fundamental questions about the meaning of life, it raises questions that have echoed throughout the ages, including about where we come from, where we are going, who we are.”  (CLARION REVIEW)

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