As the supernal journey unfolded, a profound realization began to dawn upon me, gradually unraveling the enigmatic nature of the Sixth Tower. It became evident that this towering edifice was not merely a physical structure, but rather a realm of consciousness, an ethereal plane where the soul could transcend the confinements of the material world and attain a profound union with the divine.
With each step I took, a profound transformation unfolded within me. I could feel myself merging with the very essence of existence, a harmonious fusion that transcended the boundaries of time and space. Yet, amidst this ethereal connection, I remained fully present and acutely aware of my surroundings.
However, it was the final surge of ecstasy that proved to be the pinnacle of this extraordinary odyssey. It was as if a blazing inferno of love and luminosity engulfed my entire being, consuming me in its fervent embrace. In that moment, I felt an inexplicable force lifting me beyond the confines of my physical form, beyond the limitations of my mind, and propelling me towards the very core of the Unborn Lord. For an ephemeral instant, I became one with the absolute, an experience so exquisitely profound that it surpassed any other I had ever known.
As the intensity of this celestial wave gradually subsided, I found myself once again inhabiting my physical body. Yet, I knew with unwavering certainty that I had been irrevocably transformed by the ineffable ecstasies of the Sixth Tower. The union with the divine had left an indelible mark upon my soul, forever altering the fabric of my being. A profound sense of peace, love, and joy permeated every fiber of my being, an eternal gift that would accompany me throughout the entirety of my existence.
Then, suddenly, it all came to a crashing halt!
Somehow, through some ignominious means, Aleister Crowley had breached the Sixth Tower gaining access to its inner sanctum. His colossal image materialized before my eyes, engulfing my mind in a whirlwind of confusion and horror. It was a sight that defied comprehension, a grotesque manifestation of power and wickedness that threatened to consume my very soul.
In that moment, I felt a profound sense of helplessness, as if I had been thrust into a nightmarish realm where reality and nightmares intertwined. The enormity of the situation overwhelmed me, leaving me gasping for breath and struggling to make sense of the unfathomable.
The image of Aleister Crowley, with his piercing gaze and twisted smile, seemed to mock my feeble attempts to comprehend the depths of his depravity. It was as if he reveled in the chaos he had unleashed, relishing in the terror that gripped my being.
Abject confusion washed over me, clouding my thoughts and rendering me incapable of rationality. The world around me seemed to blur, as if the very fabric of existence had been torn asunder. I was trapped in a nightmarish limbo, caught between the realms of reality and the macabre fantasies that Crowley embodied.
In that moment, I realized the true extent of his power. He was not merely a man, but a force of darkness that defied all reason and comprehension. And as I stood there, trembling in the face of his malevolence, I knew that the battle ahead would be one of epic proportions, a struggle between light and darkness, good and evil.
But even as I tried to gather my wits and prepare for the worst, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was already too late. Crowley had breached the Sixth Tower, and there was no telling what kind of havoc he would wreak.
I knew that I had to act fast. I had to find a way to stop Crowley before it was too late. But how? The answer eluded me, and I felt a sense of despair creeping in.
In that fateful moment, as the air crackled with anticipation, a celestial force seemed to descend upon me. It was as if a bolt of lightning, forged in the heavens themselves, had struck the very core of my existence.
And there, amidst the ethereal glow, emerged a figure whose presence resonated with an undeniable power. Intuitively, I recognized this enigmatic being as the one destined to vanquish the malevolent sorcery of Crowley. As I stood there, transfixed by the scene unfolding before me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The figure before me was like nothing I had ever seen before – his aura was so powerful that it seemed to radiate outwards, enveloping everything in its path.
With unwavering determination, he raised a form of dagger aloft, its gleaming blade reflecting the intensity of his purpose. And then, with a voice that seemed to carry the weight of ancient wisdom, he chanted a mystical mantra that reverberated through the very fabric of reality:
“OM BHASER KILI KILAYA SARVAR BING NE BAM HUM PHET!”
Though the meaning of these sacred words eluded me, their effect was undeniable. In an instant, a radiant barrier materialized, encasing Crowley’s wicked form within a mystical triangle. It was a prison of sorts, a metaphysical stronghold that denied him any chance of escape. As if guided by unseen forces, the barrier began to spin, its motion imbued with an otherworldly energy.
With each revolution, the malevolence that had consumed Crowley was stripped away, piece by piece. The darkness that had once shrouded him was banished, replaced by an all-consuming void. And as the barrier completed its final rotation, Crowley was cast into a bottomless abyss, a desolate pit of nothingness.
In that moment, the air grew still, as if the very universe held its breath. The battle against Crowley’s evil magick had reached its climax, and victory had been achieved. The presence that had emerged, like a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights, had fulfilled its purpose. And as the echoes of the mystical mantra faded into the ether, a sense of profound relief washed over me, for I knew that my spirit was now free from the clutches of Crowley’s malevolence.
My savior was tall and lean, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. He wore a simple robe, and his hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. He looked at me with a kind smile, and spoke in a gentle voice.
“My name is Evan, and I’m here to help you complete your spiritual sojourn.”
I was grateful to the man who had just saved me from what I thought was certain death. I thanked him profusely, but his response left me puzzled.
He said, “If your true self is Un-born, it will not experience death. Thus, there is no true birth, there is no true death. Only imagined and experienced as very real through the awesome force of the Unborn Mind that is caught within its own creation by its own sustaining and powerful habit-energy.”
I was confused and asked him to explain further. “What is this Unborn Mind? Has it something to do with my Union with the Unborn Lord?” I asked.
He replied, “Like the moon above your heads. Such is the Unborn Buddha Mind or your true nature. You are now at a junction in your journey that you are ready to enter into Union with IT.”
I was intrigued by his words and asked him to elaborate. He explained that the Unborn Mind is the essence of our true nature, which is beyond birth and death. It is the source of all existence and the ultimate reality.
He said that we are all caught up in our own creation, which is sustained by our powerful habit-energy. But if we can tap into the Unborn Mind, we can break free from this cycle of birth and death and attain enlightenment.
I was fascinated by his words and asked him how I could enter into Union with the Unborn Mind. He said that it requires a deep understanding of our true nature and a willingness to let go of our attachments and desires. He said that it is a journey that requires patience, perseverance, and a deep commitment to self-discovery.
I was hesitant as I asked, “Are you absolutely certain that I am prepared for this realization?” The man before me, a wise and experienced teacher, looked at me with a knowing smile and began to explain.
He spoke of a light-trainee, one who walks the earth with a relaxed yet focused demeanor, much like an eagle soaring through the sky with its keen and observant eye. This light-trainee does not allow her mind to depend on anything that is subject to birth and death, and very few situations can affect them. Their sharp dharma-eye can detect even the tiniest of demons crossing their path, revealing their foul nature through their petty actions.
With a calm, detached, and unshakable mind, the light-trainee continues her life calmly and joyfully in whatever she does. The gods themselves bow down to this individual for their wisdom, knowing how foolish they once were when they became gods of pure desire through creating an abundance of good merit.
This light-trainee does not cling to good or bad deeds, and her outflows are tightly shut. There is no hate, passion, or fear within them, yet they are most compassionate in their silence. They are full of life and light, and everyone understands their silent words and enjoys and reveres their presence.
To this light-trainee, the world slowly becomes a world of true spiritual reality, where their true nature abides unmovable and unshakable. Yet, they are lightning-fast when needed, for where their true spirit walks is indeed a most blissful and liberated single point, where neither demons nor gods dare enter.
As I listened to his words, I felt a sense of awe and wonder wash over me. Could I truly become this light-trainee, this blazing light-bringer? The journey ahead seemed daunting, but I knew that with the guidance of this wise teacher, I could begin to walk the path towards true spiritual reality.