I arrived in India with great expectations. The Tempe Working had predicted – amongst other things – that I would meet a member of the Great White Brotherhood somewhere around the Bay of Bengal, who would somehow take my magical development in a new direction. In addition, the same man had appeared within an Enochian vision as a gnome, carrying a pineapple, who directed me down the throat of a dragon or beast. English Qaballah revealed the pineapple as a symbol for the Supreme Ritual, which led me to expect the Brother to teach me a new method of insight that might eventually lead me to attain the grade of Ipssisimus, or arahatship as it is known to the Buddhists.
My wife and I landed in Mumbai, which is without doubt the worst place I've ever been in my life. Starving millions, abused and emaciated animals, rubbish everywhere, defecation in the streets, pollution equivalent to smoking two and a half packets of cigarettes a day, con men and women on every corner, countless beeping cars clogging the roads, and no mattresses or running water in our hostel. I'm not going to mention the toilets.
Decided to visit Elephanta Island just off the coast of Mumbai. The boat ride is only an hour or so, but looking back you can't see Mumbai due to the pollution. This part of the Arabian Sea is so polluted it can no longer support marine life.
The first thing I noticed when I arrived at the island was a moored boat with 'AA' painted on the side, the name of my particular tradition. The island is home to a number of fifteen-hundred year old cave temples, all dedicated to Shiva, with a huge and glorious three headed statue of Shiva as its centre piece. Would Shiva be playing a role in my magical development? I certainly found the main temple to be a very sacred place, especially around the central lingam.
A few weeks before I set off travelling, I asked Tempe to clarify a portion of the prophecy he had made about my travels. Tempe had said there was 'something nasty at the end of the tunnel', and this troubled me. Exactly what was this 'nasty' thing? I received the image of an oriental dragon, and a man in black robes whose face was hidden in shadow. Was this the Adversary, and a Black Brother, respectively?
After returning from Elephanta Island, we caught a sleeper coach to Goa (we were ripped off for the tickets and we didn't get a wink of sleep during the fourteen hours due to the driver's insane driving). It occurred to me during this journey that perhaps the man in black robes was me. My recent visionary work with Enochian magick had presented my magical development in terms of the dragon slayer myth. Doesn't every hero become the monster he slays by virtue of acquiring its skin or pelt, such as Heracles and the lion? Is the monster not the source of the hero's power?
Was I to meet and slay the Adversary?
Arrived in Anjuna, Goa. A car drove past with 'AA' painted on the side. Took a shower and got electrocuted.
That night I had a very vivid and terrifying dream of small cobras trying to burrow under my skin, which I frantically tried to pull out.
Pondering the night's dream, I passed a statue of a cobra on a stall near the beach. What was the significance of the cobra?
That evening we watched the film Kill Bill at a bar. Two permanently brain damaged ravers who had taken one too many pills were sat behind us, occasionally shouting nonsense at the screen. At one point, one of the losers began to repeat 'a five pointed star' (the symbol of my tradition), like some kind of delirious human oracular machine.
Saw 'AA' on both a menu at a cafe, and on the grills above my apartment window.
A little investigation on the internet revealed that Shiva is one of 3 manifestations of Buddhi, the other two being Vishnu and Brahma. In other words, Shiva is the embodiment of the Supreme Truth, or enlightenment.
As I passed a sculptor's stall, I noticed a three headed statue similar to the one at Elephanta Island. The reverse of the statue was a cobra. The sculptor confirmed that indeed, Shiva sometimes appeared as the King Cobra, the largest snake in India.
Had my dream about resisting the cobras entering my body revealed a fear of enlightenment?
Was the Adversary what my separate self perceived as death? Or better yet, was the Adversary the embodiment of fear based on ignorance? (Isn't all fear based on ignorance?)
On this day I met Shiva on the beach, where he tried to sell me stickers of Ganesha and the rest of the family. Ok, not the actual god, but an Indian bum who just happened to be named Shiva. After buying the stickers (I do love Ganesha), Shiva told us we should travel to Gujarat. Not being people who ignore the advice of a god, we spent the next few hours revising our route. Now we would take in the south coast all the way up to Chennai, where we would catch a flight to the Andaman Islands, before heading back to Kalcotta, then west to Bodhgaya, Varanasi, and eventually Gujurat.
We had left Goa and arrived in Panaji the day before. I had been slack on the magick front, so I decided to do a tarot reading. It told me I had been slack on the magick front. Here I began a daily routine of core HGA practice and tarot, which I recorded in my magical diary.
By now we were in Mysore. It dawned on me that perhaps I should have planned our route to include as many opportunities to meet enlightened people as possible, instead of leaving it up to chance. So I looked up Ramana Maharshi's ashram in the Lonely Plane India guide. It just so happened that his ashram was already on our route. In addition, the guide told of how Maharshi's favourite mountain, Arunachala, was apparently where Shiva first appeared as a flaming lingam.
Who needs planning when you've got prophecy?
Arrived in the small mountain town of Ooty.
At night I dreamt of a guru, venerated by Hindus and Buddhists alike, who was actually a demon. His teachings were empty proverbs. Despite his incredibly violent and unpredictable nature, I felt no fear and greeted him politely. Surprisingly, he responded in kind.
A fortnight had passed with many an adventure, but none of them magical. When we arrived in Verkala, I was beginning to despair at India. Nothing was safe to eat, everyone was a liar and my wife and I we
In our room I found a copy of Vivekananda's The Law of Success, which can be summarised as: 'Don't think you can change the world, but always serve others'.
It seemed as if the ignorant view that life was something that happens to me, almost as if I were a victim, had crept back into my life. Was I losing faith? Should I ask the AA for a sign?
We visited a restaurant overlooking a cliff near the beach, and sat at a table next to a man on is own. Within seconds he was talking to us: He was Lance Vickers, a rich Canadian construction entrepreneur. He had been in Verkala for 5 weeks, but was planning to visit the Andaman islands in the near future. This set off alarm bells: was Lance the prophesied gnome?
My interpretation of the Tempe Working had led me to expect the gnome to own a boat, but Lance didn't like boats (he was flying to the Andaman Islands), let alone own one. Tempe had also mentioned a tattoo, and although Lance had none, the first thing I heard him say was a comment about tattoos to a passer by. Lance was also interested in Buddhism.
However, what caused me and wife to look at each other wide eyed was when Lance said the following: 'You know the video to Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall, where every now and then a gnome falls off the conveyor belt? Well I asked my brother who they were, and he said they must be those people that end up in jail. I said 'No, they're the entrepreneurs!''
If ever there was an indication that Lance was the gnome, surely this was it? He had actually identified himself as such! It looked like the AA had given me my sign after the doubts of the night before.
Lance then suggested that when we visit the states we should drive up into Canada from Boulder. It appeared as if we were being given new travel plans again, this time to ensure I would visit Vincent Horn of Buddhist Geeks fame.
We would bump into Lance a few more times over the coming week, but eventually we parted ways due to individual travel plans. I was left puzzled as to what the apparently missing details (such as a boat and a tattoo) meant in terms of Tempe's prediction.
We arrived in Puducherry to discover (to my surprise) that it was home to Sri Aurobindo and the Mother's ashram. We inquired about staying at an ashram hostel, but the receptionist (I think she was French) was conceited, arrogant and unhelpful.
I visited the Aurobindo information centre to see if I could learn more about the guru. Had he left any enlightened students behind, and if so, could I meet them? The nice man behind the desk informed me that Aurobindo left no lineage and that in order to get enlightened one need simply read his writing. I found this very lame, so I asked if there was anyone around who was actually enlightened. The man told me that 'things' happen at the ashram, and he knew people that these 'things' had happened to. It sounded like an injunction to me!
Over the weeks I had been progressively ill with food poisoning and acute diarrhea, and on this particular morning I was feeling very pissed off with the beeping of car horns, the mosquito bites and the sewage smell. Whilst scowling and swearing to myself ('India is a dirty shit hole full of ignorant superstitious people intent on ripping me off') as I walked down the street, I looked at an old Indian lady going about her business, and suddenly saw that even here, in this god forsaken country, the Absolute was here.
It was very quiet and serene at the Aurobindo ashram. There were many devotees shuffling through the grounds, taking it in turns to pay their respects at the samadhi (the mausoleum). When it was my turn I copied the devotees and rested my head, with eyes closed, on the stone samadhi. At first, the samadhi felt as if it were physically moving under me. Then I saw a light, and the vision of an old Indian man with flowing white hair (can't say it really looked like Aurobindo though). I retired to a wall around the courtyard and meditated, feeling full and at peace. Just as I had experienced it with Andrew Cohen, and then with Nuit during the Gnostic Mass, the Divine was definitely coming from and located at a point in space/time, in this case the samadhi. How the hell did it do that?
Two yellow flowers fell out of the sky and hit me as I sat there. Did these represent Aurobindo and the Mother? Looking around bemused, I saw that they had actually fallen from the central tree of the ashram.
I was struck by the fact so many from so far had travelled here in order to worship the ideal of enlightenment. It is often cited how in the West we have no lineages and our learning is book based, and yet here we had an Indian sage who actively promoted this approach.
I returned to the samadhi. I saw light again, experienced REM, and then a vision of a triangle, followed by the alien egg from the film Species.
I awoke at 3.30am in order to watch a bonfire being held at Auroville in honour of its inauguration. Returned after breakfast feeling very inspired, so I booked an appointment to meditate in the spectacular Matrimandir.
I had been reading Guenon's Man and his Becoming around this time, particularly about the Hiranyagarbha, or World Egg, which represents the possibility of all life, also known as the subtle manifestation. As I booked the appointment for the Matrimandir, I discovered that it too represents the World Egg.
Would I be 're-born' after entering it?
I visited the ashram again at 6.16pm, after a beer or two. Still felt the peace and fullness.
Arriving back at the hotel, I turned on the TV to find the film Species just starting. Was the vision of the egg at the ashram linked to the Matrimandir?
A certain sadness had begun to take hold; I was craving the peace of Truth. What was I doing chasing after it? But why was I still not enlightened? I wondered if this was how disappointed Duncan felt during the loss of the transmission from Cohen. I consulted the tarot as to what to do, and got the Magus. So I put together a little practice for an ashram visit.
Meditation in the ashram took the form of surrender to the samadhi/Aurobindo/Mother, and then I explored how the emptiness actually manifests. The Divine was simply not there, and yet still it radiated from the samadhi. Was it a result of my subjective viewpoint of the samadhi? After all, at this stage in the process of enlightenment I could experience emptiness in any phenomena simply by reflecting upon it. And yet the phenomenon occurred in the ashram before I'd even sat down to perform the injunction. Could it simply be that ignorance still dominates the Magus's perception of
an object without a willed investigation, and so those phenomenon that are 'closer' to, or less ignorant of, the Truth appear to 'give off' emptiness or the Divine? Hence the appearance that emptiness is located in space/time, when it is actually above and beyond all phenomena, and so located everywhere and nowhere.
I had been having doubts about just how willing I was to authentically surrender myself to the lying fantasist that was the Mother. That night I dreamed of my step mother standing in a field and holding a child's hand. The child was Ramana Maharshi. She told me 'Do not go looking for the Supreme Lord in the fields'.
I came to conclude that my step mother was the Mother (a mother that is not my mother), Maharshi was the supreme realisation, and that I had a false belief that my final realisation rested upon a sincere approach to the Mother; or, in other words, the Mother cannot stop me becoming enlightened. Exactly what was I concerned about?
The Matrimandir appointment was at 9am. It's a fantastic building, and the central chamber reminded me of an Enochian vision, with the world's largest man-made crystal set up in a very Enochian fashion (resting on 4 sided Aurobindo star, on a marble sign of the mother).
And the instructions for the 'concentration' within the Matrimandir? No talking, coughing, resting heads against walls, or chanting. I pressed the guide for an actual instruction. He talked about two kinds of 'concentration' that we could do: static (on a fixed idea like love) and dynamic (such as listening to a piece of music or exploring a theory). In other words, we were to have a good long think! I asked that if the crystal is the focus, are we supposed to think about what it represents? The answer: it was up to us!
The guide told us that the Mother had seen Auroville in a number of visions, and that it was only a matter of time before the vision descended the various levels of manifestation and reached the material world. It occurred to me that this is the very meaning of the World Egg.
Apparently the Mother saw no money, no police, and a united human race (perhaps she just had a vision of Burning Man?).
I am always surprised by the amount of people who are unable to sit still and silent for 2 minutes. Many were resting their heads against the walls. One man looked as if he had been there for days: legs spread out, head back against a pillar, arms outstretched and facing upwards, as if begging for relief. The fat bastard was actually part of my group and had only been sat down for 5 minutes.
Disappointingly, there were no immediate effects from the world egg. Was the result still to come?
We left the same day for the small, hardcore Hindu town of Tiruvannamalai (sic), once home of Ramana Maharshi, and arrived at 7pm. I was excited to be there. Surely there would be an enlightened devotee of Ramana who might be able to 'finish me off' as it were, and end the process of enlightenment that had begun three years previous? After all, Maharshi's technique goes straight for the centre point, the last barrier between the self and the Absolute.
Next door to the hostel was the Manna cafe, and on the noticeboard was a number notices for instruction in self enquiry, reiki, bamboo flute tuition, dance and other assorted New Age guff. Amongst the adverts for spiritual instruction, one stood out due to the claim that the teacher was spiritually awakened. His name: Arunachala Ramana. This just happened to be the same name of the hostel where we were staying. He is an american who claims to have become enlightened in 1973 through seeing a picture of Ramana Maharshi in a bookshop. His satsang was invite only, so I took his number to give him a call.
In bed at about 10 pm, a subtle 'transmission' effect, very similar to the Cohen event, began to occur. Bliss, a feeling of coming home, and the realisation that I've been enlightened before, were all in attendance. Was this because I was near the mountain Arunachala, which Ramana claimed was his guru? Was it a result of the Matrimandir? Or was there an enlightened devotee in the building?
During the morning my wife and I saw a corpse in the street. Later, I found out that the Maharshi ashram was actually a few hundred meters from where we were staying. 'This may explain the vibes!', I thought.
Visiting the Maharshi ashram, we discovered something very different from the tranquility of Aurobindo's ashram. Maharshi is venerated as a traditional Hindu saint, with the burning of copious amounts of incense, the singing of the Vedas, and the 'feeding' of the samadhis (Ramana's, his mother's, his dog's, his cow's, etc) with milk; self enquiry, along with any enlightened devotees or lineage, were completely absent. This was very disappointing, especially as I experienced no vibes whatsoever.
What happened next was frankly bonkers and quite embarrassing. To cut a long story short, we were convinced to walk a part of the way up the mountain with no shoes on (we had to take them off to visit the ashram) by a man (it later transpired) pretending to be an official guide at the ashram. He took us to a secluded spot, joked that we should have sex, and disappeared. We thought he was clearly insane, rested our sore feet for a minute, and began to leave. As we did, the guide came running out of the bushes, red faced and sweaty (he had obviously been masturbating), as (it later transpired) two of his young friends turned up to 'join in'. He then did his best to convince us to get drunk with him, as we hobbled back to the ashram. I reported the man, and the manager of the ashram found it hilarious.
You couldn't make this shit up, but that's India for you.
We returned to the hall to meditate; but I was overwhelmed with disappointment. This was certainly not the experience I was expecting at Ramana Maharshi's ashram.
Later I called the Arunachala Ramana ashram to book myself in for the satsang. We were required to visit the day before the satsang to undergo an orientation and registration.
I was determined that today was not going to be like yesterday. We decided to get some bananas to hand out to the poor and the stoner sadhus, and we planned to give away our cigarettes and our modest amount of cannabis too.
We bought some flowers for a puja to Ganesha at the main Hindu temple. If anyone can help, Ganesha can. As we were buying some bananas, a sadhu approached me with a golden spear. I suddenly remembered the weed in my pocket, and gave it to him. Without unwrapping the packet, he looked at me as if he already knew what it was, and thanked me sincerely. The sadhu then handed me a lemon, saying it was 'very good''. He had obviously just lifted it from the bowl of lemons next to him on the fruit stand.
The temple was magnificent and sprawling. We visited the lingam that Maharshi visited as a child, and burned some incense to Shiva. A guide approached us outside in the courtyard. We told him we had no money, but he could have some cigarettes if he took us to Ganesha. The guide led us to a large orange statue of the elephant-headed god, and led a very minimalist puja. We placed the flowers on the ground with two bananas, and burned an incense stick. I didn't feel as if I had connected with Ganesha properly, so as we parted company with the guide, I remembered the lemon, and went back to Ganesha to make the offering. Standing there in silence, I suddenly felt Ganesha's presence manifest in the statue and a great love welled up inside me. Om Ganapati!
We returned to the Maharshi a
shram to meditate in the grand hall, where we bumped into the manager of the ashram who asked, rather sincerely, if we were OK today. Om Ganapati!
After the meditation, my wife told me how she felt inspired, like she was ready to begin something new, perhaps a vocation, which she later investigated on the net. Om Ganapati!
Later that day it was time for 'orientation' at Arunachala Ramana's AHAM ashram. Lovely big grounds, very peaceful. We went up to the roof top where we met Vivian, a long serving staff member of the organisation. She told us a little bit about AHAM, before our one-to-one questions would begin. What followed was a good hour of conversation and debate.
She told me I was already awakened, just like everyone else. So I asked her why AHAM existed. She replied 'Why not?'. I asked her if she could give me any pointers on teaching enlightenment as I wished to set up a similar organisation in the future, to which she replied 'The future doesn't exist, only the present, so why does it matter?'. I asked her if she planned to wear clothes tomorrow or eat any food. I put it to her that if I wanted to build a roof like the one above us, could she not tell me how they have done it and what problems I might encounter? Why was it not the same with an organisation? To try a different tac, I asked her if it was possible for two fully awakened people to talk about how best to make a roof. She replied I'd have to ask them. She then told me there have been no problems, there is nothing to relate. Why couldn't she have just said that in the first place?
She asked me what questions I'd like to put to Arunachala. I started with 'In your opinion', but she cut me off to say, 'He doesn't have opinions. He doesn't have a mind, or thoughts'. I could hardly hide my incredulity. I suggested that maybe he has thoughts, but he is not attached to them. She concedes that yes, he probably does have thoughts. Phew!
When I related my interest in maps, stages and recognisbale features leading up to enlightenment – stating very clearly that I have experienced some of these stages prior to my knowledge of any maps or models and that some people seem to get enlightened in very different ways – she dismissed the very idea and stated that they have nothing to do with 'that' at AHAM.
Vivian then talked about their 8 day graduate program, where the student gets a buddy who has already graduated, in order to help them through. I asked her if a graduate is actually enlightened. Bizarrely, this completely threw her, and she eventually blurted out 'Well I don't know!'.
I was convinced that Vivian was clearly not enlightened, even after 30 years of working in an organisation that supposedly facilitates such a thing, nor was she even aware if the program has actually enlightened anyone. And she had the audacity to spout pseudo-advaita at me as if she actually knew what she was talking about.
It was made clear that any questions about teaching enlightenment from a practical point of view, running an organisation or the process of enlightenment that Arunachala may have gone through prior to his enlightenment would be answered with 'But who is this 'I' that wants to know?'.
We finished off with a little pointing out exercise. Before coming, I had done a tarot reading on how best to proceed with AHAM, and I had been told 'to be open'. I think I was quite courteous and tolerant during the conversation, and I did bite my tongue a number of times. So I mustered up some interest and did my best to try out the exercise. I was told to think of a problem. I picked enlightenment. I was then instructed to write the various emotions and thoughts surrounding this problem as a web diagram, with 'I am' in the middle. Surprisingly, fear came up as part of the problem. When I had finished, Vivian asked me to consider what all of these elements had in common. The answer, of course, was 'I am'. Whenever I have a problem, I was told, I could perform this exercise to realise that I am none of these emotions and thoughts, only pure being, and that the negative emotions would then 'dissolve' in awareness.
Back in the town, we were stopped by a German woman for holding hands. Apparently this causes rape to occur in the town, as it frequently does on the mountain, especially to foreigners. I said a lot of things to this woman, and a lot of those things were swear words.
We booked our flight to the andaman islands that night.
It was time for my satsang with Arunachala Ramana. On the way to the ashram, I actually felt ready to give the whole enlightenment thing up. I was sick of it!
'The Sanctuary', where the satsang would take place, was a nice room with two large pictures of Jesus and Ramana Maharshi. Comfy seats, and a large throne for Arunachala. There were about nine people already sat in silence, most of them meditating with their eyes closed, in a classical pose or holding a mudra.
I had brought questions to ask Arunachala. Vivian announced no note taking; we were beyond academic or intellectual learning now.
I had a sense of excitement, anticipation. This was the first time I would be interacting with an enlightened person. How should act? And what about the Supreme Realisation itself? I felt some fear at what the experience of that realisation might be like, and my heart raced. Going with the flow, I employed the 'I am' technique from the day before, in order to calm down.
Arunachala Ramana entered: a tall, bulky fat man with cropped white beard and hair. His shorts were humongous in order to cover his overhanging gut. He had two very bad tattoos, one on each forearm: an outline of the state of Texas, and a scroll saying 'Mother'. It seemed like an effort for him to walk; but he looked nothing like an 80 year old. His bulk explained the size of the chair. He sat and pulled up a foot rest, sighed a bit, and looked round the room.
Suddenly my conceit around what it meant to be enlightened was apparent. I closed my eyes. I had held an unacknowledged conceit around process and practice too; they had no bearing on enlightenment whatsoever. How could they?! I was in a strong absorption state; but this too was obviously unrelated. And finally: a stupendous fruition, with white light and a feeling of expansion. And with this I acquired knowledge of the Supreme Truth. Even emptiness or the non-dual had nothing whatsoever to do with enlightenment! A vision appeared of Arunachala holding a scroll, that when unfurled had only two words written on it: 'I AM'. Vajras made up the ends of the scroll, and the phrase 'The Path and Purpose are One' was heard.
I opened my eyes. What had just happened? I wasn't completely sure, but the meditations, poses and mudras of the sangha were patently absurd. Just exactly what did they think this behaviour would achieve? Why were they here looking to Arunachala for something he could not possibly give them?
By the end of the preliminary hour of silence (9-10am), Arunachala began the question and answer portion of the session. Vivian must have provided the questions we told her we might pose Arunachala the day before, because he picked up a piece of paper and began with 'So we have two questions from Alan and Ruth.' He started to read out the first question, when I interrupted him. 'I no longer have any questions', I said. Arunachala asked me if I then understood what it means to be enlightened. I replied 'Yes!'. He then moved on to answer the next question.
It occurred to me that I had just awakened; and funnily enough, at the exact point when all the maps and models predicted I would. I felt finished, complete, whole. This was a knowledge, not a state or trance. Most peculiarly, I saw tha
t my future was not concerned with magick per se, or with any tradition for that matter. My destiny lay not at the hands of the authors of The Book of the Law; the ultimate, absolute truth, and so myself, was beyond it all. It would take me a week or so before my new vision would begin to take shape.
For the next hour, Arunachala held forth, without once resorting to the pseudo-advaita crap Vivian had come out with the day before. However, Arunachala seemed to believe that the initial results of the self enquiry technique – mastered within 8 days – is the same thing as awakening. Perhaps this is because Arunachala – just like Ramana – was already enlightened when he first tried such a technique, therefore leading him to conclude that it must lead directly to awakening for everyone.
Outside, during the informal 'fellowship' period, both myself and Ruth were disappointed in the fact that no one spoke. They remained as if still in the satsang: silent, some with eyes closed, some even laughing to themselves as if privy to some incredible cosmic joke. I got the impression that Vivian really didn't like me, especially after interrupting Arunachala. Sadly, no one even mentioned the fact that I had publicly announced I had just become enlightened not half an hour before. Was this because they simply assumed I had just understood self-enquiry? Did they believe themselves enlightened because they had taken part in an 8 day program? Or could they not entertain the idea simply because I was obviously nothing like Arunachala, who at one point even said that he had no answers, it was only the being that spoke through him that did?
I bought a DVD of the session just to get my enlightenment on film, and noticed the large Ganesha statue in the garden. Ganesha was there at the beginning (my first magical act to kick start the process) and at the end! Om Ganapati!
On the way back to the hotel we agreed to discuss what had happened for both of us and what we got out of the experience at a nearby cafe. Ruth was to be the first person I would tell I was enlightened, and it seemed like such a ridiculous thing to say. However, Ruth suspected what had happened (which isn't a surprise considering I announced it at the satsanga; what is more of a surprise is that no one else did) and told me that she got very excited on the way to the cafe. At this point I felt very lucky indeed; not many people would act so appropriately (one ex of mine would have been absolutely disgusted at such an announcement). To have a partner who can understand what it means to be enlightened and back you all the way is a blessing indeed.
It now seemed obvious that Arunachala Ramana was the prophesied hierophantic 'king' or 'caesar', with a tattoo, who would provide the 'supreme ritual'. He had led me down the throat of the adversary – the 'something nasty at the end of the tunnel' – and I had 'slain the dragon'. And the whole experience was to take me in a completely new direction.
However, the fact that I encountered the gnome symbolism prior to this whole experience suggested that myself and Duncan had perhaps made the error of amalgamating many of the predictions or symbols provided by Tempe into a description of just one event. Future experiences, such as encountering the boat and the 'swallow' symbolism, would corroborate this (see The Tempe Working Explained (coming very soon) for more).
Latitude and Longitude
My first day as an awakened person was to last 36 hours, as we travelled non-stop to the Andaman Islands: the very co-ordinates supplied by Tempe during the second working. I saw the trip as a well deserved holiday from the task of getting enlightened, before my life's real work could begin.
As we travelled, every now and again Ruth would ask me if I felt the same. I would check and I always did. However, old habits die hard, and I found myself trying to hold on to awakening (even though it was way beyond such a notion) and fretting that it might go (again, which was impossible). The conceited nature of these two actions were abundantly clear to me, but I cannot say I suffered from them.
A million questions now sprang up to replace the hundreds I had before awakening, and I would spend the coming days developing new ideas about enlightenment, whilst wrestling with the old, useless habits and perspectives based on chasing it.
I received news of Duncan's enlightenment, and I was surprised at my own surprise that it would occur just then. However, after considering everything else that had happened with The Baptist's Head, it made perfect sense.
I couldn't wait for what we were going to do next!