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03-20-2010, 07:57 PM
This is a segment from Robert Monroe's third and last book 'Ultimate Journey'.

It describes a very interesting encounter he had while travelling out of body.
I see a high probability of an Alchemical connection here...

Judge for yourselves ;)
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You have a hidden desire that you are trying to express.
Yes . . . there is one that I would like to visit. You know what I mean.
The most mature and evolved human in physical earth, living in your time reference.
That is so. Can it be done?
Yes, but the result may not be what you expect.
I wish to try, all the same.
I shall lead you.
I followed the dwindling curl of light through the darkness, for I don't know how long.

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Suddenly I was in a room, a normal sort of room, sparsely furnished with a few chairs and easy chairs and a table.
Two large windows allowed in rays of sunlight; outside there appeared to be a stand of tall trees. It could be anywhere on Earth.
At a desk on one side of the room sat a person. I couldn't tell whether it was male or female; the face and body structure could be either.
The face was almost unlined, the hair light brown and down just around the ears; the age somewhere between thirty and fifty, as far as I could tell.
The clothing was simple, a white shirt and dark slacks.
But it was the radiation that stunned me. It was like standing in bright spring sunlight that was filled with every human emotion that ever existed.
It was almost overwhelming - and yet familiar. It was equally balanced.
One moment it was male, then I was sure it was female. A true equal - a He/She. Heshe!
The radiation closed off. Heshe - there had to be a name - looked up. The eyes were bottomless; I could detect no expression or emission.
The control was perfect, yet I could not understand the reason for the restraint.
The lips didn't move, but I heard. I was expecting this now. There was a warm chuckle in what I understood.
"Heshe? I've never had that name before."
"I meant no disrespect. I didn't know what to call you."
"One name is as good as another. Now, do you really believe I can be of help to you?"
"I always hoped that you could."
"In what way?"
"To answer a few questions . . ."
"What good would my answers be to you?"
"I . . . I don't know . . ."
"You insist others obtain their own answers. Why should you be different?"
This struck home. It was as if my bluff had been called.
"You're right. What I'm really interested in is you, not answers to my questions."
"I am only one of your statistics. One of the one-in-a-million types."
"I perceive you as occidental, yet no one on Earth really believes you exist. But . . . we have met before . . . just once . . . haven't we?"
"You see? You are answering your own questions."
"Yet . . . you have lived only one physical lifetime. You have not been recycled, like the rest of us. But . . . how do I know these things?"
"You are reading my mind."
"Only a part of it, and with your permission, I'm sure.
One continuous lifetime, for eighteen hundred years! How do you stay . . . young?"
"I keep changing jobs. That keeps anyone young. Is that a good answer?"
"A great one. What a pleasure to meet you this way! What is your job now, if it may be called that?"
"You might call me an organizer, or facilitator, whichever you like."
"With your ability, I would think there is much you can do at this very moment."
"I keep busy."
"What . . . ? No, I can read it . . . you drive an ambulance, you're a late-night bartender, a psychiatric counselor . . .
...And you're just on your way to teach history at the university. And there's more."
"I like people."
"Wait . . . you flew gliders once, at Harris Hill . . . I think I remember you. That's where it was!"
"Just having a little fun."
"Where do you eat and sleep?"
"I gave those up years ago."
"You must conduct fascinating lectures in history."
"I try to amuse, and confuse, with contradictions."
"Your next job . . . what kind of job will it be?"
"Organizing, naturally. Introducing a Variable, just as you do.
Such as this book, or the mind-altering programs you disseminate - all add a Variable into the lives of those who encounter them.
Now, instead of all the questions, why don't you read what needs organizing and the goals to be achieved?
I can give you what you call a ROTE about that, about a plan that doesn't involve communism or socialism, capitalism or dictatorship."
"They say it can't be done."
"That is what makes it worth the effort. It needs a unified worldwide human endeavor.
This will happen through recognized necessity, not through religions, race, or political beliefs, or force of arms."
"Necessity is severe stuff. The world would have to be in rough shape."
"That is the reason for waiting. The time will come."
"But worldwide, humans have never agreed on anything."
There was a sudden surge of energy, similar to what I had felt previously.
As it faded, I knew the ROTE was in place, ready to be unrolled when the time was right.
I had one more question for Heshe.
"When you have time, what about organizing the energy where we work? We need it."
"You do not really need it, but I will do my best."
"Will you be in physical form?"
"Certainly. But you will not recognize me."
"You know I will try."
"Of course. And I will be ready for you.
You cannot find me again unless I agree. And now I am due at the university."
"Thank you so very much. Will I see you again soon?"
"No. Not for a while."

04-01-2010, 10:18 PM
Another possibly related testimony of an alleged encounter:

Even with increased pressure from the CIA and numerous journalists, as Fulcanelli’s fame spread, Canseliet remained true to his promise to protect his ‘Master’s’ identity, insisting that he was not only still alive, but had succeeded in reversing the biological clock and was aging backwards. In a letter to American filmmaker, Walter Lang, who wrote the introduction to the first English translation of ‘Mystery of the Cathedrals’, Canseliet maintained that when he first worked with Fulcanelli, “the Master was already a very old man but he carried his eighty years lightly. Thirty years later I was to see him again… and he appeared a man of fifty…”

His final encounter with the immortal alchemist came in 1966, when he was summoned to a mansion in the hills outside of Madrid. To Canseliet’s surprise, his hosts affected the costume and mannerisms of a bygone era. He was amazed to learn of the existence of alchemical books that he had no knowledge of and forgotten formulas that his hosts had in their possession. “As for Fulcanelli alive, he certainly is… Time does not matter… A young lady approached me wearing the ‘Collar of the Golden Fleece’… She warmly nodded as I was sure that it was Fulcanelli who whispered, “Do you recognize me? To which I replied, “Yes”. But how can such certainties be conveyed?”

Sourced from HERE (http://shadowtheatre13.com/helioscypher.html).

06-12-2010, 08:23 AM
Thank you for sharing, it was great to read that.
I think you should make some researches on Federico Gualdi if you are interested in the how, who, etc, of physical immortality via alchemy.

11-04-2011, 05:48 PM

I must have missed this post.

I can relate to the part where the Heshe says, "I try to amuse, and confuse, with contradictions." makes one feel right at home here :)

I never really understood that part of the book...is one supposed to know who the Heshe is? Maybe I should re-read it.

In the part where it says,

"That is what makes it worth the effort. It needs a unified worldwide human endeavour.
This will happen through recognized necessity, not through religions, race, or political beliefs, or force of arms."

"Necessity is severe stuff. The world would have to be in rough shape."

"That is the reason for waiting. The time will come."

Do you think that time is here?

I would like to commit and say I think it is, but then I might be committed :)


Donna Matrix
11-07-2011, 12:28 AM
Salazius, are these texts available in English? Plz pm me. Alas, i only know english and spanish- and then only street!