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1990 by Star System, Jamul, CA

.This is the Book of the Crossing of the Abyss
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Mar 3, 1981: It is finished? After two months of reflection and confirmation, it can be said that something was finished: The climb to the "plateau;" the striving through discipline to a resting point where the need to progress upward ends. This is also the beginning of downward progress. That is, the real work is now at hand.

The Avatar of Synthesis is the being to which I best respond. From Horus and the Christ to Djwhal Khul, Zoser and To Mega Therion, the smoothest meshing is with the Coming One who is identified with Atu , The Fool.

Come forth, O Great Wall, Emissary of the Cosmic Logos; you, the Traveler of Time; the Lord of the Spheres; you are the Son of the day and the night; you are One, and thee I invoke. Come forth and in picture and word, show forth unto me your face, your work, and your plan:

  • See here in the middle of emptiness how I stand forth among the stars, with black lightning and white shadows upon my palms. Vision of a black & white, counter-charged, Fool.
  • A being, identified as the Prime Minister, appears and says, "The Avatar of Synthesis, the Traveler of Time and Lord of the two poles, is an emissary and outgrowth of the Cosmic Logos who stands as Father to our Sun. His agents, the Sons and Daughters of Holy Fire, are empowered to bring about acts of fusion in accordance with the Plan of Destiny, and act as representatives of that Plan."

    As my agent, you must bring about a reconciliation between opposing forces in the minds of men. No pro; no anti; stick to the middle ground.

    This is the symbol to be taught for telepathic rapport . . .

    You have but to flicker to me, and my thought is yours.

    Mar 23, 1981: Division is thy name, O Thou of Night. Divided against yourself, how can you stand? The schism is almost complete; struggle not, for your foe is sorely grappled about your throat. Let all things pass, that the grip of death may pass also through the gate of authority.

    Jun 13, 1981: Choronzon is again upon me. Even as Perdurabo wrote in Liber 418: One must cross the Abyss twice – The first time with assistance, the second time in full consciousness.

    I am floating around in the interim between crossings, in preparation for the final leap. Already I am committed To Go. (Everyone who bears the Ankh is so committed).

    Alternately the shining face shows forth the eye and then the black triangle. Radiations of light & dark, cyclic, are the basis of our etheric form. From twin Suns of Sirius come Horus and Harpocrates – Twin warriors. Even as Heru is the blender of strength and silence; even as yin and yang are blended in Tao; even as male and female become as One; so thus is my task. Light and darkness – twin forces, even as left and right hands – pulled down and countercharged for the eyes of Man .

    Dissolve each opposite in it's mate – an act of double synthesis. The result is and the freed twins dance with joy. Here is the final control of the elements: 4 = . Two are above the Gulf, two reflected below. Nothing is true – Nothing is false.

    For these power-brokers (Politicians & financiers), have no concern. Verily, the grip of death is upon this planet, but so too is the grip of life. I ask, "Shall we give this planet over to Slavery?"

    Fight from behind the Veil. Your weapon is non-attachment, your shield is emptiness.

    Your dry stone is crumbled into dust, your Light put out. You are nothing. You are but a hollow tube down through which I put my fire. And you are a Channel. Remember this !!!

    Sept 2, 1981: Alamosa, CO. The Final trip to Lhasa.

    Sept 13, 1981: A breath of cool air. An interlude of life. The past two weeks have been of mostly physical labor projects.

    Oct 11, 1981: The physical labor continues. The spirit must indwell in the labor.

    December 4, 1981: Star System is officially grounded by the Alamosa County Clerk.

    Having come unto Alamosa in the high country, much work resulted in the establishment of a (catering) business that functioned no more than 15 days.

    By December of '81, freezing weather, mechanical breakdowns, and a poor attitude in the homeplace from Mont's wife, brought me to further despair. Monetary needs caused me to reach out for employment. Christmas was spent alone with the dogs, and January even more tension-packed. The last week in January brought a trip to Denver and the obtaining of employment.

    On February 1, 1982, I moved to Denver and began work.

    Soon after setting up in Denver, I scanned the local alternative newspaper. I selected three spiritual centers to visit, but never got past the first one I attended. According to their ad, The Mansion of Metaphysics was recruiting "psychics" to give readings at their establishment. This place turned out to be a real mansion, recently opened, and run by a very "psychic" lady and her sympathetic husband. They offered a variety of consultations, lectures, and seminars, recruiting readers and lecturers from all over the country. Fortunately, this was just a sideline, inexpensive business. It was not a tong. I ended up visiting at the Mansion almost every night and every weekend for about five months; it became my new, fraternal organization.

    There was an older woman at the Mansion who was a professional psychic who had recently held metaphysical classes and performed readings/consultations in Oregon. She claimed that the CIA had been sending operatives to her classes. Well, this sounded fairly paranoiac, but that agency had actually been searching high and low for reputable psychics as part of their endeavors to use psychic energy as part of their operations.* So we'll give her the benefit of the doubt. In any case, she was so disturbed by this that she abandoned her practice and ended up in Denver.

    * The Soviets certainly did this. See the book, Psychic Discoveries Behind The Iron Curtain. Also, earlier I received confirmation of US psychic experiments directly from a CIA employee.

    One day, we were discussing past lives, and I commented on how I had received glimpses of possible previous existences, and that I had received a "past life" reading or two from other people, but nothing really impressed me. She offered to guide me through a past-life regression (as the process had come to be known), and we set an appointment.

    The basement in the Mansion had been taken over by the Mansion's "manager," an outspoken lesbian who had been an initiate of the (U.S.) Golden Dawn, but who now was into Wicca or some similar spirit-nature work. The basement, paneled and furnished, was her temple. Filled with animal skulls, feathers, and an assortment of sorcerer-type implements, I found it to be somewhat creepy.

    We used the basement for the 'regression' as it was private. I started by performing a Banishing Ritual (this resulted in interesting results the next day). Then we got quiet and this elderly lady started guiding me back in time. As I moved back in my "Magical Memory," I took the ball and ran with it. I breezed past recorded history and pre-recorded history, and found myself looking at The Temple at the Beginning of Time. My Record stated:

    The Temple at the Beginning of Time

    In the vastness of nothingness, at the beginning of time, I came upon the Temple of First Cause. It always is. Entering therein, I dissolved in the gaseous light of undifferentiated bliss beyond; and then swung freely to and fro; beyond and back; passing cyclically through the pillars of the Temple. Thus I came unto the eighth level in the first phase: Atmadarshana, the Vision of the Creation of the Universe. And so I became, even in the physical, the Master of the Temple in the great Mansion of Metaphysics in Denver, Colorado, in the Spring of 1982.

    I verbally recited my experiences as they occurred, and they went on for quite a while. After the experience, my guide said, "I've never seen anyone go that far back!"

    The next day, our lesbian manager went ballistic. Not for any particular reason (only we knew that a Banishing had taken place). She threw fits, screamed at everyone for just being alive, and then quit! By the end of the week all her sorcery implements had been removed and the basement was just a nice, quiet room.

    The main event at the Mansion was a weekly Open House, where the public came and listened to brief lectures and demonstrations, and then they received short, psychic readings from (as many as) six different practitioners. I was one of the practitioners. Someone had to open the meetings and introduce the speakers and psychics. Almost immediately, I was asked to be, and was then formally appointed as, the "Master of Ceremonies." The lady who owned the Mansion said, "I always enjoy a true showman."

    Then came the night that we went on the radio. There was a local radio program that hosted guests of a metaphysical nature. After a preliminary interview, people would call in with their (usually petty and mundane) questions. Three of us went on the air: Myself and the two daughters. After the initial pleasantries, people starting calling in. The daughters had a well practiced repertoire, in which they would both get into the reading, alternatively speaking, joking, laughing, and presenting their consultation in an often sarcastic and irreverent manner. ("Oh no! You've got to get rid of this creep. He's really bad news!"). Essentially, I sat quietly in the background and listened to this astounding, but amusing, show.

    When someone would (rarely) call about a truly spiritual matter, the host directed the question to me. He seemed pleased with my replies ("Well I'm certainly happy to hear you say that!), and appeared to be semi-shocked by the responses coming from the giggling duo. To be fair, their answers were right on the mark and their advice was sound. It was their modus operandi that was a bit too hilarious. The show went on for one and one-half hours. The next day we heard that the radio station had received an unusually large number of calls complaining about the irreverant nature of the program.

    By April of 1982, Mont had informed me of his degenerating situation in Alamosa and of his plans to return to California.

    Then, in May, the Mansion's neighbors launched a series of complaints about the automobile parking overload in the area. The establishment said, "No more!" and the Mansion of Metaphysics came to a sudden end.

    Anicca, Anicca - Everything passes Away !

    And I took thought : "Why am I staying here now?" So I purchased a mobile home, gave my notice at work and at home, packed all my belongings, and upon the 1st of June set off for the Magickal Island. Arriving there with haste and efficiency, I set up an Island abode . . .

    The Final Stages of Dissolution

    By mid-August (1982) I was again feeling restless, and this grew.

    Notice that recently there is no report of mystical adventure. I am sometimes as one dead. Over the past few weeks, I have reinstated daily meditation, and go without guilt in that regard. Yet neither messages nor insights arise.

    I am in an isolated location on a remote island. I love the surroundings and have no hassles with others. I am also out of funds. So I must now appeal to the gods: The forces that move unseen to arrange events. Thus the hermit finds loneliness, but seeks to find reputable and worthy action.

    Within 10 seconds of writing the above entry, I was called out the door and into the car as we went off to work: Building an entire house! At least the day-to-day bills can now be paid.

    Oct 17, 1982: Avatar: Send me of your Light.

    . Behold the two faces of time. One carries you upon the wings of love; the other thrusts you into caverns of despair. Neither must dominate. Slow and fast are the subjective sources of life. Yet, within the bounds of synthesis, I bring a stabilization of Chronos. Concealed behind the two veils, lies the Eye of which you know. That Eye am I – be one with me and time becomes our slave. .

    Nov 1, 1982: This is the land of death. My desire to die has brought me to a complimentary vibration. Now is the time to break the stalemate.

    Avatar of Light, upon you I call, you I invoke: For strength, for Will, in the coming ordeal I ask your overshadowing. For speed and safety I ask your overshadowing. For fortune and progress I ask your overshadowing.

    Let it begin. I have brought myself to the land of death in various stages. I am dead. Let me resume my career; let me do thy Will.

    Within three hours of writing the above, I received a message, saying, "Come to Los Angeles by air." The next morning, I flew off San Juan Island and arrived shortly in L.A.

    After that things picked up.
    I had passed beyond the Abyss of Dispersion and Despair.

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    . April 10, 1984

    . . .Star System

    Under Impress of the manifested
    Avatar of Synthesis

    The Rider on the White Horse

    Supreme Commander of The
    Galactic Federation of Light Forces

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    ComRelatio, Magus unto Arcania

    Peace, Tolerance, Truth; Salutation on all points of the Triangle; Respect to the Order. To all whom it may concern: Greeting and Health. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

    According to the game-plan called Armageddon, and by virtue of the Grace of Cosmic Overdrive, in my turn I Am the Karmic stream and focus of the arcane schools upon planet Earth; under impress of the Rider on the White Horse, I proclaim that the Word of the Law is:

    A G A P E
    Unconditional Love

    I hereby summon the Seven Secret Chiefs to the Grand Council Chamber, and call upon all the Hierophants, Adepts, and Initiates of all the sacred, secret, ancient, arcane, spiritual, and metaphysical schools of the Great White Brotherhood to rally to this vibration for unification and alignment under the banner of the Lord of Light, that the Ultimate Purpose of Arcania be fulfilled. Love is the Law, Love under Will.

    I Am The Lightning Flash of God
    The Master P\

    Lord of the Seventh Ray
    of Ceremonial Order and Magick

    The Olive Branch or the Lightning.
    Take your choice!

    I Am The Voice of Arcania

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