Fellowship of Isis Liturgy
by
Olivia Robertson
Athena - Arcadian Awakening
10. Zimbabwe: Divine Union
Part II. The Revelation: They Circulate the Earth. They Meet.
Deirdre lies on many colored sarong on grass at dawn,
around her are
Aiden, Elaine, Henry & Leesa
ORACLE of THE GODDESS NANA BULUKA
“We who are Mothers know the secret of every heart. For this cosmos is not made of only an interlocked grid of far-seeing Shamans and thousands of strange creatures in every kind of earth. Wonderful as are coloured stones and richly filled oceans and towering trees, and the brightly patterned sky with planet encircling Stars, there is nothing more creative and wonderful than hidden dreams! Within every heart, whether it is the crawling hairy caterpillar or the flying bats at night – within each is the hidden longing for the Other.
A butterfly seeks the mysterious stranger as do the roaring animals in the African jungles. The atom seeks its small solar system as keenly as does a sun looking for its dark haven within a galactic black hole. A black hole leads each sun to Heaven as certainly as a baby longs to be born from within the dark womb.
There is now boredom in the cosmos. There is all art, music, architecture, that enshrines the omnipresent goal, the ideal – a lovely person in a garden – the avatar – is incomplete each without The Other. Without the Other the most powerful life is meaningless.
When you find joy, love, vision, truth – share it with the Others. Then what you love with will increase infinitely, for the Other is the Divinity you lack. Perfection is your goal – through the Others. There is your hidden Gold.”
Elaine: “We give thanks for this Oracle, given to us through the dedication of our Visionary.”
Aiden: “Henry, I will be your path guide, if you accept me. Lie on this couch and enter trance state.”
Henry: “I am well read in occultism. This is a form of hypnotism. I expect that’s it. I feel, rather sleepy. (lies on couch and shuts his eyes, or rather one eye. The other is watching Aiden.)
Aiden: “Both eyes.”
Henry: “Oh, all right. This is a scientific experiment. I choose to cooperate.”
Aiden: “Good. You are sleepy.”
TRANCE JOURNEY
Aiden: “Henry, can you see with your eyes shut.”
Henry: “OK. But I just want to say about all this Other business, the Other should be attractive. Don’t produce various ethical virtues and a plain woman, or people. I choose my Others. They must have brains. Intellectual.”
Aiden: “Ah, we’ve provided them all right. They are as attractive and intellectual … They are in the room in which you find yourself…by the way, this is not hypnosis. It is the most powerful projection known.”
Henry: “You’re right there. Your technique is brilliant. The room is real.”
Aiden: “Give us an accurate report of what you experience.”
Henry: “I’m in what looks like a very up-to-date laboratory. Just the sort of place we need in Africa. And surely here at last are the scientific Western Others. There is one rather plain woman who is arguing against some experiment she calls cruel and unnecessary. Curious. I like controversy. Yet not one of them looks at me. Why? Then I look down. I have hairy legs. Outrageous! What has happened? Is this a real projection? I have thin hairy legs with monkey feet. And I’m imprisoned in a cage. Remove this projection at once!
Elaine: “Once the projection is validified – it’s valid. You must finish it. You are a primate. Rather a fine one, doubtless attractive to monkey Others.”
Henry: “I still have my intelligence. This is one of those occult tests they tell of, to access my intelligence. Darwinism. I have to release myself from this humiliating form by proving to these scientists that I am their equal. I try to get their attention by rattling on the bars in semaphore. They begin to stare. Then I begin talking to them. I say I am a human being, a university graduate, and appear to be undergoing an occult initiation. Give me some paper and I will prove I know differential calculus.
At least that is what I mean. But it comes out in monkey chatter. I try to impress them by meaningful gestures. I have at last made some impression … The woman defends me.“Isn’t he sweet? I suppose you will go through with the experiment.” A young man near her says “I don’t care for experiments on primates. But I was convinced by the argument that this may benefit thousands of people through the proposed inoculation. Also he’s cost a huge amount.”
An elderly man says “I’m sick of this bleeding heart business of the anti-vivisection lobby. They ought to think of dying human-beings. Let’s begin shortly.”
They wheel my cage into a smaller room filled with terrifying instruments that make me think of the Spanish Inquisition. Suddenly black fear overcomes me. I am terrified of torture.One of them asks. “Do we give an anaesthetic?”
Another man says: “They could make the findings inconclusive. It must be no contamination with chemicals.”
I shake the bars of my cage and begin to scream. I cannot imagine any human would be as anguished and cry like this. My hot tears splash my face.
The woman who was against the experiment tries to persuade them again. “Can’t you see he is absolutely terrified?” Again they speak of human needs. She is so repelled that they threaten to make a gagging order on the spot if she “whistle blows” in opposition, reporting them for cruelty to animals. She will be black-listed in her career, and lose her considerable pension.
It’s strange. I can look into her mind. She realises the only way she can stop this torture is to kill me. She has no care for her career and pension. She knows what is right. She says to me: “My poor friend, go to a Better world.” And she plunges her poisonous syringe into my arm.”
Henry returns from trance with a jerk, and sits bolt upright: "From now on, call me Mwe! Now are you going to get Leesa to project too?"
Elaine (laughs): "Leesa has had her trance. She projected into your drama through her telepathic gift – she has empathy.”
Leesa: “Mwe, I love you. What I hope for is that you will bring all your scientific know-how to our joint dream of building the Rainbow Paradise of Nana Buluka, Ile Ise, the House of Light.”
Reports are shared and thanks given to the Deities. Rays of Harmony are sent forth.
Recommended Reading: “The Sayings of the Ancient One.” P.G.Bowee. “Teachings of the great Berber philosopher, Maylo Meya.” Traditions of the Yuruba Tribe of Zimbabwe. “The Black girl in her search for God.” Shaw. “The Secret School”, Whitley Streiber
Note: These Rites may be used for meetings of the Muses Symposium and the Arcadians.
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