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Towards the end of last month, as I was about to embark on a long train journey, I took down a book on the tarot by Robert M. Place that I had been meaning to read for years. I read the first few pages and immediately knew that those pages were why I had felt the need to pick up the book (I listened to podcasts on the train). Those pages talked about initiation into shamanism (Place was using "shamanism" in the core, colloquial sense) in Native and South American cultures and how new generations of shaman would be selected through an encounter with the other side as a child, usually during a time of extreme illness.
That evening, only twelve hours later, I, an über-healthy man in my early 30s, unexpectedly found myself in an ICU, being told that I was about to be sedated and there was a "30% to 40% possibility" that I wouldn't be coming back. Critically ill, I hovered for a week in strange places, where consciousness and unconsciousness, wakefulness and dreams became confused and indistinct. The "dreams" took on a reality unlike anything I've ever experienced and involved an intense conversation with my deceased grandmother and three wordless encounters with the "Angel", from who I received powerful influxes of energy.
I came to and found myself in a profoundly aware and "clean" state of mind. And I felt myself to have entered a New Chapter, not in a "turning over a new leaf" kind of way, but a radical expansion of my understanding, where I saw that the particular Work I had done on myself for years (this mostly taking the exterior form of the Left Hand Path) was at an end. I had comprehended, isolated, educated and strengthened my psyche to the fullest extent possible for that level of being. It was now time to continue Work through opening Other doors and to integrate other parts of the soul. This immediately formed around a profound apprehension of God, not in the Abrahamic sense, but as the purest, eternal, formless, numinous source of truth and beauty. A number of clues to possible gateways also presented themselves to me and I am going to be following these up over the coming months.
What this means for my older Work, which has flavoured most of my posts here, I really do not know. I feel no need to distance myself from it; it was necessary to my self-Work at that time. It has made me what I am. But they now feel like the words of another person. I did mull over whether post here again at all or to do so under a new name (I am still not ruling out that possibility). Perhaps it would be fitting to let Wintruz pass. Spring is in the air.
That evening, only twelve hours later, I, an über-healthy man in my early 30s, unexpectedly found myself in an ICU, being told that I was about to be sedated and there was a "30% to 40% possibility" that I wouldn't be coming back. Critically ill, I hovered for a week in strange places, where consciousness and unconsciousness, wakefulness and dreams became confused and indistinct. The "dreams" took on a reality unlike anything I've ever experienced and involved an intense conversation with my deceased grandmother and three wordless encounters with the "Angel", from who I received powerful influxes of energy.
I came to and found myself in a profoundly aware and "clean" state of mind. And I felt myself to have entered a New Chapter, not in a "turning over a new leaf" kind of way, but a radical expansion of my understanding, where I saw that the particular Work I had done on myself for years (this mostly taking the exterior form of the Left Hand Path) was at an end. I had comprehended, isolated, educated and strengthened my psyche to the fullest extent possible for that level of being. It was now time to continue Work through opening Other doors and to integrate other parts of the soul. This immediately formed around a profound apprehension of God, not in the Abrahamic sense, but as the purest, eternal, formless, numinous source of truth and beauty. A number of clues to possible gateways also presented themselves to me and I am going to be following these up over the coming months.
What this means for my older Work, which has flavoured most of my posts here, I really do not know. I feel no need to distance myself from it; it was necessary to my self-Work at that time. It has made me what I am. But they now feel like the words of another person. I did mull over whether post here again at all or to do so under a new name (I am still not ruling out that possibility). Perhaps it would be fitting to let Wintruz pass. Spring is in the air.