After my devastating astral encounter with Crowley and his Book of the Law my point of awareness had been forced across the Great Abyss and all my lower astral bodies had been destroyed. I gratefully moved into this new permanent body of light.
Being in this astral body was strange, interesting and exciting. The strange thing was it felt like being in a human shaped balloon that had no real human features except a humanoid outline. There was a strange dual perception that went along with it. I could sense things from my ordinary point of veiw and sense things from this other point of view as well.
I could go anywhere in this balloon like body, to the ends of the universe, to the end of time, to the beginning of time. This was when I was given the visions of humanities past and future.
Strange things were happening to me and I feared for my sanity as almost thirty years of repressed emotions savagely pushed there way out into awareness.
Alone without friends in a huge city, I walked trying to find peace in my aching soul. I walked past a movie theatre that was playing “Braveheart” and feeling like a whimsical medevial Disney movie would do me good, went inside.
It was not a light fantasy but Jean Claude Vandam in one of the most brutal movies I had ever seen of men fighting for blood sport. I flinched everytime a blow was struck during that movie and two hours later after I got home it happened. I was flooded with the repressed emotions of every time that I had ever been hurt or struck in my life!
I weeped uncontrolably for two hours before all that emotional energy was released. I knew I needed help. I was going to a psychologist and started going to Al-anon meeting three nights a week as well.
It was healing for myself and for the entire group to tell my story. I felt lots of love and support.
Her name was “G”. I met her at the Al-anon group. I knew at once that she was the one that had given birth to my new astral body. There was an intense magnetic connection between us. We talked after group.
I have never in my life met anyone whose mind was so compatable with my own. She was as far out into space as I was but worse because she was floating randomly and helplessly. She was afraid. I brought in the rough draft of my first two duality essays and she read them with relief. The threads of associations helped her gather and focus. She was grateful.
I thought she was my soulmate. I met her three times and she was gone back to chicago. I never saw her again.






