I studied the pyramids and temples of Egypt and came to understand the esoteric myths surrounding figures such as Horus, Isis, and Osiris. I knew about the initiates and the great mystery schools, the Emerald Tablets, the Kaballah, Hermetism, Alchemy, and the writings of Drunvalo Melchizedek. I practised my own sacred geometry: squaring the circle, the flower of life, Phi, and Pi. My mind was drawn to quantum mechanics as it deeply interested me, and I tried my best to understand the subject.
I understood how the stars and the sun moved across the seasons. I learned how and why we have a Zodiacal band and understood its movements. I drew my own star chart, and, like the ancients before me, I began to give special focus to the solstices and equinoxes. I particularly revered the Great Year of 26,000 years, during which the Spring Solstice House changes every 2600 years, as we transition from the Fish to the Water Bearer. I learned about the ancient civilisations that our Great Mother Earth has shed from her back, and how we are a micro fraction away from such an event.
I experimented with psychedelics, both at ceremonies and alone in my apartment. I noted the differences in effects when astronomy is considered. I would sometimes sit alone on the floor, smoke weed, and just breathe deeply for 2 hours.
I was wide awake.
Not only was I now holding ancient knowledge, but I also deeply understood it; I felt it in my bones. I didn’t need to believe anymore. I knew.
My heart was humming, and I was deeply in awe of the preciousness of this life.
What a privilege it is to be born.
What a privilege it is to have a body.
What a privilege it is to breathe.
What a privilege it is to hold these codes.
I was also aware that I had barely touched the surface and that all I knew for sure was that I knew nothing.
My life felt endowed with meaning.
Then came a test.
Sometime during the early months of 2018, I sat alone in my apartment and decided to have another 5-gram dose of psilocybin. I had fasted, prepared the setting, cleared the energy, and was ready to receive another lesson.
The Autumn sun was streaming in the early afternoon on what must have been a Saturday. I ingested the sacred medicine and waited; as always, the feeling came softly at first, like gentle waves lapping at the shore, then as always, they grew in intensity, enveloping me in self-aware waves of love.
I allowed myself to be lulled by the medicine and sat in a meditative position, feeling its full effects. Until I became aware of a dripping noise…
I had been sitting for what felt like 30 minutes and hadn’t heard this before, but now here it was, in what sounded like my shower – dripping quite loudly, constantly, and what sounded like a few drops of water at a time. I tried to ignore it, but now it was all I could hear. So half-annoyed, I tried to stand up to turn it off when I realised my legs wouldn’t work.
At that point, I’ve been meditating for months; 30 minutes cross-legged was nothing to me. I pondered this, composed myself, and tried to stand up again to no avail.
I figured it was my legs, so I stretched on the floor, and after a minute or two, I tried a few more times, each time unsuccessful.
The noise was now ringing in my ears; it was 2-4 drops every few seconds, falling from the shower into the bathtub and reverberating out. Additionally, everything around me was dead quiet, except for this seemingly thunderous drip.
It’s strange to say out loud, but even though I was in my apartment, the energy around me at that moment made me feel like I was underground. Not only that, but it didn’t feel like a usual trip at all; the self-aware love waves wrapping themselves around me were gone. Additionally, there were no visuals, no eureka moments, no field of love.
I felt distant from everything, like I was alone in a great cave, and more importantly, like I was being watched from every angle.
I decided to crawl towards my shower. This was easy for the first few seconds, until I entered my bedroom, where the bathroom is. Suddenly, even crawling became hard; I felt as though my legs and arms weighed hundreds of kilograms. I was barely able to move. I came to a stop a few centimetres from the bathroom door and actually rested on the floor for a few minutes, as this was apparently a near impossible task.
I don’t remember considering how strange this was. I had one mission, and that was it. Looking back, I realise now I should have been horrified and called an ambulance immediately.
Anyway, logic aside.
I somehow made it into the bathroom; I remember the side of my face pressed up against the cold tiles with each exhale briefly misting them each few seconds. I poured all my energy into lifting my hand to close the tap, about a meter off the floor. It felt as though I was lifting a great weight upwards with one hand, yet I somehow managed to close this tap, which was uncharacteristically half-open.
Out of nowhere, a great light shone around me.
In an instant, my body regained full strength.
I bolted up straight away and was overcome with the feeling of victory, and, impossibly, a great doorway stood before me, overlaid in my vision.
I stood blankly in my bathroom, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
What I saw was a great, open doorway; I had to tilt my head up to see the top. I say ‘doorway,’ but there was no door; rather, a 3-post frame made of columns sculpted in a Greek Ionic style. Around the frame, a building was visible, but only barely; I could see it only around the doorway, and it was pretty apparent that this was an entry to a structure or temple of some kind.
It wasnt small either; the top of the doorway was far higher than my ceiling, and its breadth seemed impossible to fit into my house.
The entire doorway shone in a golden hue, and despite its Greek-style columns, it was clearly Egyptian; as around the frame on the temple walls, scores of Egyptian hieroglyphics were visible, some of which I could even make out.
Additionally, the doorway didn’t seem to occupy a point in space but rather whatever I was looking at. It was definitely strongest in the bathroom, but I remember it was still visible when I walked around my living room, gaping at the vision.
It hit me like a truck.
I don’t know how I knew, but I knew.
The Mystery Schools.
In that moment, it clicked. I was likely studying everything the ancients studied, not for power, fame, or money, but for want of knowledge.
Like the initiates before me, I was tested.
My test came with the symbol of information – water. All ancient structures are built over sacred rivers.
My test was to see if I would crawl to the water, even after everything was taken from me, would I still seek it out?
The answer was yes.
A metaphor for my life.
I had never imagined that something like this would have occurred. I figured all mystery schools were long gone, or now transformed into the Free Masons, and I was damn well unaware that there is a nonlocal doorway hanging around in the higher dimensions.
It sounds funny to say out loud, but I was honestly more amazed at the brilliance of the idea than the vision in front of me: If this is a “Mystery School”, then it’s clearly located in a higher dimension; admission is available to everyone around the world.
Genius.
I was still overcome with a feeling of triumph and bliss, when after maybe 10 minutes or so, the golden vision began fading; it drew dimmer and dimmer, still following my vision in a delayed phase, but less obstrusively now, until it eventually passed altogether, and there I was, sitting in my little apartment again, unable to explain to anyone what I had just experienced, or if I had just imagined it.
Cursed with the Gift of knowledge.
Had I gained access to something? What does it mean? Does everything change now?
The short answer is, well, unclimatically, nothing really happened after that. I wasnt visited by an old sage, angels, Jesus, Thoth, or even a government (or asylum) employee coming to take me away. Doors didn’t abruptly fly open for me. Nothing really changed after that day. Life just kinda carried on.
I am not sure what I did or didn’t do, but I do know one thing: Thoth is not what he seems to be, despite the Earth’s adoration of him.
I think the doors may have opened, and although I was in awe, I didn’t want to step through.
See, I had found another teacher during these first few months, when I began seeking out channelled teachings, and one lady stood out among all others.
Her name is Suzanna Maria Emmanuel.
And she is the Galactic Star Universal Love Light Grid Programmer.
A Komo Ha Halima!
Michael's musings 