SADIKI BAKARI/Occult Science Radio
On Transhumanism and Spirit
www.blogtalkradio.com/illuminated-one/2013/05/08/sadiki-bakari-returns
THE PREDATOR MIND
Ah, that’s the universe at large, ‘ he said, ‘incommensurable, nonlinear, outside the realm of syntax. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were the first ones to see those fleeting shadows, so they followed them around. They saw them as you’re seeing them, and they saw them as energy that flows in the universe. And they did discover something transcendental. They discovered that we have a companion for life…
We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don’t do so. You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics. I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico."
"‘Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you’re describing, Don Juan?’, I asked. ‘There must be a logical explanation."
"‘There is an explanation,’ Don Juan replied, ‘which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops. Therefore, their food is always available to them."
I felt that my head was shaking violently from side to side. I could not express my profound sense of unease and discontentment, but my body moved to bring it to the surface. I shook from head to toe without any volition on my part.
"‘No, no, no, no,’ I heard myself saying. ‘This is absurd, don Juan. What you’re saying is something monstrous. It simply can’t be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone."
"‘Why not?’ don Juan asked calmly. ‘Why not? Because it infuriates you?’
"‘Yes, it infuriates me,’ I retorted. ‘Those claims are monstrous!"
"‘I want to appeal to your analytical mind, ‘ don Juan said. ‘Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."
"‘But how can they do this, don Juan?’ I asked, somehow angered further by what he was saying. ‘Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?"
"‘No, they don’t do it that way. That’s idiotic!’ don Juan said, smiling. ‘They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuver – stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous manoeuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind.
The predators’ mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now."
Don Juan continues: "‘I know that even though you have never suffered hunger… you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its manoeuver is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear.’"
It’s not that I can’t accept all this at face value, don Juan," I said. "I could, but there’s something so odious about it that it actually repels me. It forces me to take a contradictory stand.
"If it’s true that they eat us, how do they do it?" Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as pleased as punch. He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy.
He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely.
As if I were in a dream, I heard don Juan explaining that, to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order; such as the heavy awareness of the predator. He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection where man was irremediably caught.
By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudo-concerns.
There must have been something in what don Juan was saying which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach. After a moment’s pause long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan, "But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don’t do anything about it?"
"There’s nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us. How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They’ll laugh and make fun of you; and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you- and not so much because they don’t believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there is an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators’ existence."
My analytical mind swung back and forth like a yo-yo. It left me and came back, and left me and came back again. Whatever don Juan was proposing was preposterous, incredible. At the same time, it was a most reasonable thing; so simple. It explained every kind of human contradiction I could think of. But how could one have taken all this seriously? Don Juan was pushing me into the path of an avalanche that would take me down forever.
I felt another wave of a threatening sensation. The wave didn’t stem from me, yet it was attached to me. Don Juan was doing something to me, mysteriously positive and terribly negative at the same time. I sensed it as an attempt to cut a thin film that seemed to be glued to me. His eyes were fixed on mine in an unblinking stare. He moved his eyes away, and began to talk without looking at me anymore.
"Whenever doubts plague you to a dangerous point," he said, "do something pragmatic about it. Turn off the light. Pierce the darkness; find out what you can see." He got up to turn off the lights. I stopped him. "No, no, don Juan," I said, "don’t turn off the lights. I’m doing okay."
What I felt then was a most unusual, for me, fear of the darkness. The mere thought of it made me pant. I definitely knew something viscerally, but I wouldn’t dare touch it, or bring it to the surface, not in a million years! "You saw the fleeting shadows against the trees," don Juan said, sitting back against his chair. "That’s pretty good. I’d like you to see them inside this room. You’re not seeing anything. You’re just merely catching fleeting images. You have enough energy for that."
I feared that don Juan would get up anyway and turn off the lights, which he did. Two seconds later, I was screaming my head off. Not only did I catch a glimpse of those fleeting images, I heard them buzzing by my ears. Don Juan doubled up with laughter as he turned on the lights. "What a temperamental fellow!" he said. "A total disbeliever, on the one hand; and a total pragmatist on the other. You must arrange this internal fight, otherwise you’re going to swell up like a big toad and burst."
Don Juan kept on pushing his barb deeper and deeper into me. "The sorcerers of ancient Mexico," he said, "saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air. Then, it lands flat on the ground. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights and feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man."
I wanted to get angry and call him a paranoiac, but somehow the righteousness that was usually just underneath the surface of my being wasn’t there. Something in me was beyond the point of asking myself my favourite question: What if all that he said is true? At the moment he was talking to me that night, in my heart of hearts, I felt that all of what he was saying was true, but at the same time and with equal force, I felt that all that he was saying was absurdity itself.
"What are you saying, don Juan?" I asked feebly. My throat was constricted. I could hardly breathe. "What I’m saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He’s an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic."
Don Juan’s words were eliciting a strange, bodily reaction in me comparable to the sensation of nausea. It was as if I were going to get sick to my stomach again. But the nausea was coming from the bottom of my being, from the marrow of my bones. I convulsed involuntarily. Don Juan shook me by the shoulders forcefully. I felt my neck wobbling back and forth under the impact of his grip. The manoeuver calmed me down at once. I felt more in control.
"This predator," don Juan said, "which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not altogether invisible to us as other inorganic beings are. I think as children we do see it, but we decide it’s so horrific that we don’t want to think about it. "Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so. The only alternative left for mankind is discipline. Discipline is the only deterrent.
"But by discipline I don’t mean harsh routines. I don’t mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you’re blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, discipline is an art; the art of facing infinity without flinching; not because they are strong and tough, but because they are filled with awe."
"In what way would the sorcerers’ discipline be a deterrent to the flyers?" I asked. Don Juan scrutinized my face as if to discover any signs of my disbelief. He said, "Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer. "The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don’t have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task.
"If the predators don’t eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing. Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size.
"The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous manoeuvers of perception become a matter of course. The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times," don Juan continued, "was to burden the flyers’ mind with discipline.
"Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers’ mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this manoeuver the total certainty of the mind’s foreign origin. The foreign installation comes back, I assure you, but not as strong; and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers’ mind becomes routine until one day it flees permanently.
"That’s the day when you have to rely on your own devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There’s no one to tell you what to do. There’s no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you’re accustomed to. My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples," don Juan continued, "that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer’s life for the real mind that belongs to us. The sum total of our experience after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation."
I became genuinely agitated. I wanted to know more, and yet a strange feeling in me clamoured for me to stop. It alluded to dark results and punishment, something like the wrath of God descending on me for tampering with something veiled by God himself. I made a supreme effort to allow my curiosity to win. I heard myself say, "What-what-what do you mean, by taxing the flyers’ mind?"
"Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end," he replied. "So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation." I was overwhelmed by his statements. I believed that don Juan was either certifiably insane or that he was telling me something so awesome that it froze everything in me. I noticed, however how quickly I rallied my energy to deny everything he had said. After an instant of panic, I began to laugh, as if don Juan had told me a joke. I even heard myself saying, "Don Juan, don Juan, you’re incorrigible!"
Don Juan seemed to understand everything I was experiencing. He shook his head from side to side, and raised his eyes to the heavens in a gesture of mock despair. He said, "I am so incorrigible, that I am going to give the flyers’ mind which you carry inside you one more jolt. I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to you a finding that took sorcerers thousands of years to verify and consolidate."
He looked at me, smiled maliciously, and said, "The flyers’ mind flees forever when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers’ mind flees in defeat. And that’s exactly what you are going to do; hold on to the energy that binds you together."
I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately associated with my religious background. Don Juan looked at me from head to toe. "You are fearing the wrath of God, aren’t you?" he said. "Rest assured, that’s not your fear. It’s the flyers’ fear, because it knows that you will do exactly as I’m telling you."
His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it. "Don’t worry," don Juan said calmly. "I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer’s mind has no concentration whatsoever." After a moment, everything stopped as don Juan had predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism.
This was the first time in my life ever, with don Juan or alone, that I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting shadows jumping all around me wherever I turned.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair. "I don’t know which way to turn, don Juan," I said. "Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost." Don Juan said, "You’re being torn by an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities. And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might.
"The sorcerers’ revolution," he continued, "is that they refuse to honour agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that’s the end of the story."
Don Juan stood up from his chair and stretched his arms and legs. "We have been sitting here for hours. It’s time to go into the house. I’m going to eat. Do you want to eat with me?" I declined. My stomach was in an uproar. "I think you’d better go to sleep," he said. "The blitz has devastated you." I didn’t need any further coaxing. I collapsed onto my bed, and fell asleep like the dead.
At home, as time went by, the idea of the flyers became one of the main fixations of my life. I got to the point where I felt that don Juan was absolutely right about them. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t discard his logic. The more I thought about it, and the more I talked to and observed myself, and my fellow men, the more intense the conviction that something was rendering us incapable of any activity or any interaction or any thought that didn’t have the self as its focal point.
My concern, as well as the concern of everyone I knew or talked to, was the self. Since I couldn’t find any explanation for such universal homogeneity, I believed that don Juan’s line of thought was the most appropriate way of elucidating the phenomenon. I went as deeply as I could into readings about myths and legends. In reading, I experienced something I had never felt before: Each of the books I read was an interpretation of myths and legends. In each one of those books, a homogeneous mind was palpable.
The styles differed, but the drive behind the words was homogeneously the same: Even though the theme was something as abstract as myths and legends, the authors always managed to insert statements about themselves. The homogeneous drive behind every one of those books was not the stated theme of the book. Instead, it was self-service. I had never felt this before.
I attributed my reaction to don Juan’s influence. The unavoidable question that I posed to myself was: Is he influencing me to see this, or is there really a foreign mind dictating everything we do? I lapsed, perforce, into denial again, and I went insanely from denial to acceptance to denial. Something in me knew that whatever don Juan was driving at was an energetic fact; but something equally important in me knew that all of that was guff.
The end result of my internal struggle was a sense of foreboding; the sense of something imminently dangerous coming at me. I made extensive anthropological inquiries into the subject of the flyers in other cultures, but I couldn’t find any references to them anywhere. Don Juan seemed to be the only source of information about this matter.
The next time I saw him, I instantly jumped to talk about the flyers. I said, "I have tried my best to be rational about this subject matter, but I can’t. There are moments when I fully agree with you about the predators." "Focus your attention on the fleeting shadows that you actually see," don Juan said with a smile.
I told don Juan that those fleeting shadows were going to be the end of my rational life. I saw them everywhere. Since I had left his house, I was incapable of going to sleep in the dark. To sleep with the lights on did not bother me at all. The moment I turned the lights off, however, everything around me began to jump. I never saw complete figures or shapes. All I saw were fleeting black shadows.
"The flyers’ mind has not left you," don Juan said. "It has been seriously injured. It’s trying its best to rearrange its relationship with you. But something in you is severed forever. The flyer knows that. The real danger is that the flyers’ mind may win by getting you tired and forcing you to quit by playing the contradiction between what it says and what I say.
"You see, the flyers’ mind has no competitors," don Juan continued. "When it proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you believe that you’ve done something of worth. The flyers’ mind will say to you that whatever Juan Matus is telling you is pure nonsense, and then the same mind will agree with its own proposition, ‘Yes, of course, it is nonsense,’ you will say. That’s the way they overcome us.
"The flyers are an essential part of the universe," he went on, "and they must be taken as what they really are- awesome, monstrous. They are the means by which the universe tests us. We are energetic probes created by the universe," he continued as if he were oblivious to my presence, "and it’s because we are possessors of energy that has awareness that we are the means by which the universe becomes aware of itself.
"The flyers are the implacable challengers. They cannot be taken as anything else. If we succeed in doing that, the universe allows us to continue." I wanted don Juan to say more. But he said only, "The blitz ended the last time you were here. There’s only so much to be said about the flyers." »
Carlos Castaneda: The Predator Mind
The Enemy
from'Brotherhood' Devorss Publications, California
EVIL HATES TRUTH AS DARKNESS HATES LIGHT, and cannot exist where there is light. Evil cannot manifest and thrive within the Light of Truth, hence it must seek its own in order to live; and selfishness exists only because of the darkened sense of separation from Me, inspired by the Enemy of Light. When man knows that I am the True Self of him, and that it is My mind, My intelligence, My will and My love that lives in and grows his body and character and directs his life; and when he is
willing to let Me rule, then he has found Truth, and he will know that it is Truth which sets him free from the power of the lower-self, even as darkness must always disappear when the light comes.
It is this fact that proves that the Enemy can find entrance into man's mind only when the lower-self in any way or at any time is allowed to control, even if for but a moment. Once admitted and his subtle suggestions listened to, he is almost impossible to drive out until he has accomplished his will. For the selfishness that attracted him gave him his cue, and he is able to instil his poisonous ideas to
such an effect, by feeding and encouraging the selfish desires and passions already existing, that the mind becomes wholly blinded to Truth, and seeks thereafter only to satisfy the clamourings of self.
And the Enemy - who, what is he? Only the entitised form of the mass selfishness of men; that vast cumulation of the evil thoughts and passions of men's lower nature, appropriated by Masters of Evil grown powerful by their stealing and feeding off the vital forces of their unsuspecting dupes who originally spawn such evil thoughts and desires, thus opening the door to the underworld and its denizens. In thus giving these Masters of Evil direct power over them by way of their own tainted consciousness, their life-force may be easily absorbed and incorporated into the auras of their predators who subsequently proceed to surreptitiously utilise such acquired power in order to bend men to their will.
Do such Masters of Evil really exist? Yes, just as surely as evil men exist. These evil men are merely their servants, their dupes, their slaves, practically all unconscious of their Masters or of any outside
power controlling them. In fact, all would deny and wholly refuse to believe in the existence of such Masters, so subtly have these Masters worked upon and deceived the thinking minds of men by instilling into them wrong beliefs about a personal God and an abstract devil, thus twisting their understanding of the Inner Laws of Being so that they would listen to and follow the prompting of their Masters who could then continue to control and exploit them to the accomplishment of their foul ends.
But, you ask, are these Masters of Evil living men, or do they exist only on the inner planes of being, like the Masters of Good?
If you can conceive of Masters of Good, then you may know also of these Masters of Evil, for if the former exist so do the latter; and as there is a Christ who rules and leads and inspires the former, so
is there an Antichrist* who rules and leads the latter.
As the Christ can work on Earth only through His disciples, who in love of their fellow men have emptied themselves of self so that their higher nature is ever waiting upon and serving Him, so the Antichrist can work only through his disciples who, by hatred, fear, anger, guilt, jealousy, greed, and a continual exploiting of their fellows have grown so degenerate from self-indulgence that their lower nature has become a perfect instrument for the use of the great Exemplar of Selfishness.
Also, as it is true that there are such Masters of both Good and Evil working on the inner planes of life and ever inspiring their disciples, so it is equally true that both these Masters are working also on the physical plane, living in human bodies, and doing the will of their respective Chiefs who abide within the hidden worlds.
Likewise do only those who have earned the right by living the life of their respective Chiefs, the Christ or the Antichrist, ever come into personal contact with the Masters under whom they serve, for the Masters always remain in the background, and work through their disciples and agents whom they have raised to places of influence and power by way of their faithful service to their Master's will. Those working consciously or unconsciously under Masters of Evil are always inspired and influenced toward evil, while those living under the auspices of the Christ are inspired and led wholly to forget self and to work only for the uplifting of their fellow men.
There are only a comparative few of both Good and Evil Masters working in human bodies at the present time upon Earth and who are conscious of their Master degree, although many are preparing to enter human existence as soon as perfect conditions can be found. The good Masters, under divine law, will enter naturally into newly-born infant bodies, and will overshadow others, their disciples, while the evil Masters, where opportunity offers, will deliberately break divine law by dislodging and driving out the souls of infants, thus stealing their bodies from them, or by driving out the souls inhabiting adult bodies, dispossessing them, and thereafter obsessing and impersonating such individuals to their friends and associates. Such in the future will be of common occurrence, and will be made easy by all who succumb to fits of passion, self-pity, continual brooding over wrongs done them, habitual condemnation of others, etc., and who will suddenly wake one day in another world minus their physical bodies.
And let it be known that the Antichrist is also preparing to manifest himself when all is ready and enough of such evil forces to serve his purpose are let loose on the Earth and require his direction and control. For he has been preparing for this time for thousands of years, training his Masters of
Evil who in turn have been carefully carrying out his plans with seldom any failure, through the agency of their Earthly lieutenants - the great bankers and brokers of the money centres, the heads of industrial trusts, the politicians, the newspaper editors, faithless government employees and civil servants - who impose rigid policies and regulations upon the public like unthinking robots, thus contributing toward the heartless social automation evidenced throughout the world by blindly obeying evil authorities whom they serve without question - and any and all egotistic and materialistically-minded individuals who seek only for self. Most of these know not that they are absolutely under the control of the forces of evil; even if they knew, their moral fibre has become so weakened through habitual obedience to the selfish instinct fostered in them that they would have little power to resist the Master Forces ruling them. When the command goes forth all these human agents will be compelled to fight for the Antichrist, him whom they have served so long, and who now claims and compels their absolute obedience.
But, you say, what of the bankers, industrial leaders, editors, and the many thousands of other intellectual minds who are involved in similar exploitations but who are more or less unconscious of
wrong-doing due to having been brought up and trained in capitalistic societies? These cannot at present accept such unproved statements as the foregoing, and will naturally side with their associates on the Enemy's side. What will become of them? Will they be condemned and destroyed with the Enemy, even though ignorant of evil doing?
Do not be too sure of their ignorance, for there is a faculty in every man which causes him to know when he is doing wrong, when he is taking advantage of a fellow man's ignorance, weakness or inability to prevent it, in order to benefit self.
While such do not realise the full extent of their crime against God, or know that they are actually serving the Great Enemy of man, yet the Truth is now being declared and is being broadcast over the Earth, so that in time every man may hear. When the great tribulations that are shortly to fall upon mankind begin to manifest with ever-increasing and unmistakably vindictive violence, such men are going to think as they have never thought before, are going to desire to know Truth with a mighty intensity, and are going to seek every possible way of escape. They will turn first to the churches who will offer them a Christ crucified, and who they say will save them. They will turn to
psychology, to spiritualism, to the different cults and sects, most of whom will offer them that favourite platitude which the Enemy has been instilling into the minds of their followers during recent years: "There is no evil, there is only good," when evil will be so everywhere about them that they can see, hear, feel, and therefore think of hardly anything else but evil. It is then that these seekers will be led by those Masters of Good - ever on the lookout to help every sincere searcher after Truth - to these declarations, and it is then that they will be ready to listen to and recognise them as Truth. To all who then accept and know whom they were serving, and who are willing and anxious to renounce forever self and all its claims, to such will be shown not only the way of escape, but they will be lovingly led into a place of safety.
All this anticipates, and at the same time announces, to all who read to prepare for the great Battle of Armageddon shortly to begin on the physical plane, and which is already practically won on the inner side of life; for the Enemy with all his cohorts are being forced by the Powers of Good to the outermost of such realms right up against the physical, where many think they can escape by stealing into human bodies.
But their existence there will be short-lived, for the battle will soon be raging with awful intensity in the outer world, and the mighty Forces fighting for righteousness will quickly bring matters to such a
crisis that all the forces of darkness will be compelled to come out fully in the open so that all people may see these forces and those who fight with them, and forever after will know them for the fiends
they are.
And the battle, by the very fact of its being fought in the open, will be won by the Forces of Light; for as darkness cannot exist in the strong light of day, so it is with these forces of evil. When the light of Divine Truth is revealed to all upon the battlefield, they will turn about, and because of the very destructiveness of their nature will begin to destroy each other, until none are left, and their souls will vanish into the chaos and darkness from which they came.
But think not this is not all in the Great Plan, and that the Antichrist and all his minions are not now wholly under My perfect control. For it is through him and his opposing forces that I provide the discipline and the punishment by which man learns to know unerringly both Good and Evil. No man can truly know Good and Evil until he has tasted and eaten to satiation of the fruits of Evil, has been so taught and led to the limit of selfish indulgence by the creator of Evil - SELF, that he learns the foolishness and futility of it all, and finally awakens as a 'Prodigal Son', and longs for his Father's House and a place at his table for goodness and abundance which he discarded for the husks of the outer world, and he embarks upon his homeward journey to his Father's Kingdom.
Those who have not awakened in this life to a knowledge of their spiritual nature must needs wait for a long, long period for another opportunity; for they cannot return to Earth during the wondrous New Age I have prepared for My children who have listened to My voice and whom I intend to lead into the Kingdom of Light and Love which I am bringing down from Heaven into the midst of men.
* The Antichrist is not a single person or being; it is not the 'Devil' or 'Satan', neither of whom actually exist, although a great number of entities continue to derive satisfaction from impersonating the mythical Lord of Darkness. The term 'Antichrist' refers to all evil intelligence as it is expressed in the universe in direct opposition to the plans of the Cosmic Christ - The Lord of the World - who is not the personality called Jesus, but an extremely exalted field of divine consciousness - a Great Being of Love and Wisdom - one tiny ray from whom shone through the lower vehicles of Jesus, as it did through those of the Avatar, Krishna of India, before him, as well as many other great Servers throughout human history, thereby bestowing upon these individuals the spiritual title of world-saviour. The word 'Christ' is derived from the Greek 'Kristos' meaning The Anointed One. Those who work under the 'banner of the Antichrist'
include a whole host of sentient beings, some of whom are very advanced in terms of their occult knowledge, their power to control certain lesser spirits, and their ability to wield various natural forces; others may be quite unaware of how they are secretly used by the brothers of shadow, but all of them have one thing in common: selfishness, while those of a more treacherous nature harbour an insatiable lust for power, personal aggrandisement and dominion over
others. It is, in fact, their innate selfishness that prevents any real and permanent alliance among them, and this is why the forces of darkness are always ultimately defeated by the greater united power of those who serve the Divine Plan, and who constitute, therefore, the divine Forces of Righteousness.