Dec 5th, 2025 ~7:30pm
I am watching a video of the Dalai Lama speaking about Emptiness.
I recognize easily the crossover with his comments on the Buddhist tradition and the experience through my tradition of Magia, but watching the video provokes a strange feeling within me. We never know which appearances will lead to an Awakening, and this I can tell is the beginning of an event that will soon play out.
11:32pm
I am laying in bed, prepared to go to sleep. The video and feeling it provoked earlier lingers in my mind.
Eternity becomes immanently present.
An infinite Vastness stretches out before me. An unreachable horizon beyond which is the border of Timelessness, yet it is here within my perception.
Within this Eternity, Time or Creation is being realized, here and now present as part of my experience. And within my experience, the appearance of Eternity as a Timeless existence is realized.
Contained within each other.
Within this Vastness: People. Stars. Tiny lights floating on an ocean of blackness.
The experience shifts, and I am aware of them and myself as Vessels of Consciousness.
The words of The Storm chapter of Magia begin to run through my mind. This is interesting, as I absolutely recognize the words, but, as far as I was aware, previous to this I did not have them memorized in any fashion.
A storm rages over the sea,
all darkness and lightning,
wind and rain.
And we are the small fishing boats
lost on the seas,
unsure if we will even survive.
It as though my physical body is a boat now, containing a small light to guide its way.
And we are the rain,
crying in the darkness
of the unnatural night.
And the thunder,
roaring in revenge
for the loss of the day.
And we are the clouds,
moving over the face of the waters,
confused by the shadows
and inexplicably surprised
by the light that suddenly appears
over our shoulders
to sparkle on the waves,
only to just as swiftly
disappear.
Fascinated by both the darkness
and the light,
we spend our time
forgetting who we are,
when renouncing both,
all we need do is turn around
to see that the day never left us
and that the light of god still shines.
As these words flow through my mind, it’s as if the boat which I am is experiencing movement forward. As all this is happening, my mind is also aware of The Tree, which is the 4-stage cosmology used within Magia, growing as a feature of this experience.
| | The Fruit, The Silence, The Mystery
| | | The Branches, The Mixing of the Worlds, One Found Through the Other
| | The Trunk, The Light, The Greater, Eternity
| | The Roots, The Soil, The Darkness, The Lesser, Creation
I see the darkness of the soil at the bottom, the Lesser World of Creation through which the seed has produced a shoot and roots and breaks through the soil as it finds the Light of Eternity, the Greater World, where the trunk grows tall. I see each part echo across each other, back and forth, as one is found through the other as the Tree extends its branches outward.
And we are the sun,
the source of the light
and the lover of the storm.
At this moment, a Light already contained within me releases a spark which ignites “Nuclear Fusion”. I had an understanding that this “Fire” was specifically that, the furnace of the core of a Star. I am filled with this fusion, floating around inside me like a burning plasma, blazing within the Sea of Darkness.
An interesting word for this Fire, Fusion, the joining together of things to make something greater.
And the real reason for the night,
for the rain and the thunder,
is that in our hearts
what we long to say
is that I never stopped loving you
and I just want to go home.
I never stopped loving you
and I just want to go home.
Knowing this,
and giving up the beauty
of your own reflection
playing on the waters,
both dark and light,
as the clouds turn they disperse,
the last peal of thunder subsides,
and day is returned on a calm ocean.
And the fishermen fish
and enjoy their catch
before returning home
to end their day
with their family.
The Human Being which I am, filled with Blazing Fusion, is miniscule in comparison to the vast border of Eternity an infinite horizon away, and yet seems to be greater in size than the entire world of Creation.
I see the “Me” as the “Midpoint” of the Cosmology. The very center of things. The Vessel of Perspective, containing the Light, within the Darkness and part of it, within Eternity. With this comes a sense of “Age”, as in something implying Wisdom, Experience, and Capacity as a quality of the “being” that is whatever I am in this moment.
Bliss and Euphoria arise as I watch the Fruit of the Tree appear and not “appear”. The borders between the Light within me, my physical body, and the horizon of Eternity dissolve away, and I am conscious of the process of this happening.
Then, even further. A movement beyond the dissolution of the borders, beyond states or qualities.
There is nothing that can possibly be said about this portion.
Any words would be incorrect, as being beyond qualities it is beyond description.
The experience fades, as I quickly take notes.
I lay back and fall asleep.
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