Athena Chapter 4: Part 2: Heaven of the Hidden Goddess

“The Known is our past. The Unknown is our future”

Host in Utah: Luis Siva

Visitants:

Path Guide: Elaine, Priestess of Alchemy

Helper: Aiden, Priest of Alchemy

Oracle: Deirdre of the Visions

TEMPLE OF ARTS – UTAH

Deirdre: “It is customary for us to invite the Oracle from the Goddess presiding over the Rite. However, we are impeded here by the fact that although we know what the Deity looks like, we do not know Her Name. Last night I asked for the name, and the Goddess told me I could successfully invoke Her by the title she bestowed upon this land “Uta-ha.”

Elaine: “Our intention is to receive the Divine Name of the Goddess so that this man may bring help to those entrapped by the Elements of height and depths.”

Aiden: (raises staff) “Divine Goddess Uta-ha of this land of mountains and desert, you have appeared to our friend as a Guide. Give us your Oracle that we may know the Divine Purpose of this visitation.”

Deirdre is in Trance:

ORACLE OF THE GODDESS UTA-HA

“More and more the clever ones of humanity are obsessed with the acquisition of factual knowledge. They are encouraged by those greedy humans who use this scientific knowledge for the possession of power and wealth.

This accumulation of facts does not bring the wisdom of how to use such knowledge. Thus the planet is in peril.

Humanity is blind, deaf, and insensitive to this glorious earth, which contains other dimensions of endless variety. You sit in your planes and draw down blinds to shut out the light of the heavens. Then you read or use computers. In the planet of the blind it is wise to learn to see with true vision.

This comes from extending your awareness, of a caterpillar on a leaf, a darting fish, the wings of a golden eagle. There is no separation in divine reality.

You seek My Name. It is hidden in the riddle of the sphinx, the smile of a new-born baby, the playfulness of a cat. For Cosmic consciousness is only limited by your ability to enjoy what surrounds you! You will find My Name in works of art, in love of your friends, in widening your experience of Love, truth and harmony. The mystery of Name is in sound. Listen. It is the music of the spheres and the song of birds.”

Aiden: “We give thanks for this Oracle.” To LUIS: “Are you willing to enter trance, which is the realm that blends heaven and earth?”

Luis: “I am willing. My mind has brought me nothing to sustain me. My mind has only brought me endless doubt.”

Trance Journey

Luis: (in trance) “I find myself contemplating the mighty snow-capped mountain range that I have visited before. Beneath it is the lava tunnel to lower depths. I promised to return, but have nothing to offer…. Then I hear the sound of drumming. It is enlivening in this vast desert. I approach a small party of students who are having an out-door drumming session. I ask may I join them. They invite me to sit and share their coffee, and sandwiches now curling up in the heat. I know I am not much older but I feel like an uncle! They are so relaxed. Then a very old woman wearing a long white feather on her head would like to offer a story. She tells a tale while the drummer beats a rhythm. A girl shakes a rattle. “There is a secret sacred Mesa,” she intones, “known only to the Elders. Its Gateway is hidden behind a mighty waterfall. The seeker finds it in a cleft in the rock behind the water. Through this is the Heaven of the Hidden Kachina. No man has looked with impiety in her face and lived. One tribe calls her “Ptesan Win” – her totem is White Buffalo.” She teaches that men and women when in harmony are as the stem and bowl of the holy pipe of peace. Our tribe call Her Woman of the White Mountain. Her hair is as the growing plants and Her cloak is made of rushing waters and black ravines. One Eye is that of the sky: the Other is the earth. Those men who approach Her with disrespect, die with dishonour.”

I cry out: “Oh, tell me Her name.”

But when I say this the old woman covers her face with her cloak and the students pack quickly saying the sky is darkening for a storm. I rise to my feet and wonder where I shall take shelter. Then I notice a winding path covered with mosses. I follow it, and soon I am protected from the coming storm by overhanging branches of trees.

Now I hear a roaring which I take to be a tornado and turn to flee. Instead I see a great waterfall, flowing in two streams. One stream is of a dark greenish colour, shaded by the surrounding vegetation – the other is clear white and blue, reflecting the Southern sky… I find I can make my way behind the fall of water. I find the cleft in the rock and know that the Old Woman was a true Elder, and was helping me. I enter and find myself in total darkness.

I make my way guided by a soft green light before me. And easily and naturally I find the land beyond.

“It is so simple and natural!” I hear laughter, and there are the students with their coffee and sandwiches! “We’re glad you found your way” says the young drummer. “We often come here, and so do our friends. It’s funny though – some people can’t get here…They say we’re making it up. Do stay with us!”

“I’d like to stay here with you, and join your session,” I say. “But I promised people to do something and must go on. I have to find the Goddess’s Name.” The girl with the rattle looks worried. “It’s not safe for young men,” she says. “You heard the warning of the Elder. Many young men like you have died when they faced the Lady of the White Mountain. She works with her friend, Pele of Hawaii. They make volcanoes as casually as we girls make bread! To them death means nothing. They are immortals. You are not.”

But I choose to continue. The beat of the drum is becoming faint and then I hear it no more. Nothing happens. I struggle on and on. But then a tornado strikes. Trees are uprooted and I clutch onto a sapling that has bent to the storm.

Suddenly there is a hush. I feel a sense of extending in space and time. I am above the Americas, and I now am far back in the past. I am flying in some ship, which takes me to the future. I see other ships like comets. Then I become aware that the whole spectacle of our planets circling round our sun is receding into tiny points of light. They are becoming a part of a swirling spiral, turning round the mighty central vortex of our galaxy. Even this recedes and becomes part of a shining divine form. I see this is the naked body of the Goddess. One Eye now forms our Milky Way; the Other is our Sister, the Andromeda Galaxy. The face begins to become clearer, and smaller and smaller. I am gazing into the eyes of the woman in the plane…

She smiles kindly. “Of course you can use my Name,” she says, “if you can hear it.”

As everything becomes a whirling spiral, I hear clear, beautiful notes. And I know the Name.” LUIS remains silent for some time. Then he speaks quietly….

“I remember my commitment to the people trapped in the mountain, and those within the earth… I am too weak to travel – but a kindly truck driver comes to my rescue as I sit by the roadside, and he gives me a lift. He says he is going up ten thousand feet into the mountains to deliver stores to a small settlement. Halfway up I recognise where I am, and thank the driver as I get out. I wrap myself in the sleeping bag for warmth in the same place where I rested before. Once more the faces come to me, a multitude, each with a story of how they had been trapped. I hear of ideals betrayed, systems disproved, recognition denied. I do not attempt to clarify theologies, Laws of Nature, mathematical structures and infallible dogmas. Instead I put all my faith in uttering The Name. As I do this, the sonics begin to shake the icy prison – the walls crack and the prisoners are freed!

Heartened and stronger, I now make my way down the lava tunnel to the underworld. Here, above a vortex, ghostly figures surround me with tales of hatred, revenge, ambition and the despair of suicides who now find they cannot die. I do not try to cure jealousy, hatred, violence. Instead, I put all my feelings into uttering The Name. This time the sonic power breaks open the roof of the cavern with a seismic upheaval – daylight pours in and the prisoners are free. And so am I!”

End of Trance

Luis takes a long time to recover from trance. He says he was trying to remember the spiritual joy and love he had felt. It could not be reclaimed by a computer. He intends to do a course in Deep Meditation.

Recommended Reading: “Varieties of Religious Experience,” William James. “A Lamp of Vision.” AE (George Russell). “Prisoner of Fairyland” Algernon Blackwood. “The Trinosophia”, Le Compte de Saint Germaine. “The New Atlantis,” Francis Bacon. “Strange News from Another Star & Other Stories.” Hermann Hesse

Note: These Rites may be used for meetings of the Muses Symposium and the Arcadians.

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