The Serpent in the Kunda Pool.

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The master that I met on the beach at Big Sur told me that God is a serpent. I met him at a place called Lime Kiln Creek. He didn’t look like anyone I had ever seen before or since. He looked Asian but that was because of the lines of force compressed around his face. He was dressed in khaki slacks, Clark Desert boots and a brilliant white t-shirt and his body was perfectly formed. There was no guessing his age. He would expel the breath forcefully from his nostrils as if to punctuate his statements. He was very serpentine and he held his hands always as if there were invisible reins. He said to me, “Everything’s under control, take the reins”. Mostly he said, “I don’t know” to most of my questions and then he might answer or not. After awhile I was saying, “I don’t know” too and I really didn’t. I can’t possibly explain what that was like.

It’s the great sorrow of my life that I didn’t stay with him. He said that I should but I had some people with me who were in bad shape, junkies, and they needed to get back to San Francisco and cop. I had thought I could take them to the beach and give them acid and that it might help them to kick. I didn’t know much about that kind of thing back then and it wasn’t successful.

This master did something to me that day. He activated something. As a month or two passed, I found myself breathing in the manner I had observed in him. My forehead would draw down to a point above my nose. I knew something was happening to me but I didn’t know what. About three months after I met him, I was 3500 miles away from the beach in the woods of Virginia and my Kundalini rose up through my spine and blew me- or whoever it was that I had been- completely away. The force of the experience was so great that for the next several years it was with me all the time. My whole body was in a state of dynamic tension and I didn’t need a coat in the winter. The constant state of tension made me very strong. I was an alien of some sort now and there was a constant stream of supernatural adventures that would fill a book.

Finally, ordinary life... well, it was never ordinary but in many ways similar to what was going on around me set in and for some years, I was able to suppress or distract this force but living in any kind of normal routine just wasn’t possible for very long. It was like living another life for a few years, then it would end and another would start and so on and so forth. Sometimes they just crashed and regenerated elsewhere and sometimes they just slipstreamed into a new one. There was a lot of wild chaos and sometimes I look back on it in wonder. I can’t see how it managed to continue without major catastrophe but it did and here I am now. It’s still happening and the dark surround is still coming and going with degrees of intensity.

I was going to my supplier in a Swiss town last year in the early summer when the thought came into my head to try Ketamine. I’d know about it for a long time but never thought about it. It so happened that my supplier had some and I took a sample with me. When I tried it that night I didn’t do enough and thought, “Oh well, no big deal here.” It might have ended like that but the thought came into my head to go ahead and do the whole sample. It was supposed to be one good dosing. So I did and things happened well beyond anything I was expecting. I found myself on some high point of the astral plane talking to Paramahansa Yogananda who passed from Earth life many years ago. This was the first of many such visits with a number of beings. Some of them are still present in Earth life and some of them are not. Then I found myself involved in alchemical events that went through a series of tests and levels and was sometimes nearly terrifying. At one point I thought I had failed something and was condemned to a plane I could never leave. I managed to bridge that and when similar things occurred in the future I knew how to handle them.

Then it moved into a purely serpentine period where I was engaged with enormous serpents that moved in other dimensions. They had something to do with time and often I was in a sort of horizontal Rolodex where I could step out into totally new constructs of my existence. Some things that had happened were no longer around and new things were added. It was as if the fabric of reality could be altered at will. I never felt like I was doing any of these things. They were just happening to me. There was a sense of large events forming on the highway ahead and I could sometimes shape things. It is very difficult to explain. There’s little that is familiar between here and the various theres.

Often it had the texture of fantasy and I would encounter entire races of people whose bloodlines were mixed into the common body but who had a unique and tribal thing to them. I encountered a number of different tribes of beings. I encountered the reptiles but they were so foreign to me and I to them that there was nothing between us. They live on an entirely different level with entirely different interests and objectives.

I could remote view most of the time and traveled to locations all over the globe. I visited some of the political nasties and gave them special messages as you can imagine. I could feel them resist and rebel against the intrusion but what are they going to do? There’s only one mind. I had a real surprise when I visited Donald Rumsfield. With everyone else there was someone home. All of the rest of them were personality composites with psychopathic programming but with Rumsfield there was nothing there. It was just a black hole and the thought of one damned came into my mind. It was an extraordinary experience.

The man on the beach shows up a lot and we talk about what’s coming. I never imagined that I would be engaged in this way. I have taken psychedelics for a long time at a decreasing rate but this was all beyond that. This is so internal. It’s a portal to various dimensions and levels of being. It’s controllable and uncanny beyond description. At one point something like crunchy porridge began to leak out of my mouth and eventually covered most of my shirt front. Where did it come from? What was it? It seemed to be coming from my gums. My lower salivary gland at one point began to spray without cease for some period of time. I only add this as an example of a number of things that have happened which I won’t be talking about due to space considerations or the fact that I wouldn’t know how to describe them.

A couple of months ago my supplier had some sort of life transforming event and has gone out of business to wherever that is taking him. Since that time, no less than a dozen people have contacted me about helping me obtain the item. It’s as common as fish and chips in the U.K. where it is somewhat decriminalized. People from there and Amsterdam and other locations assured me they would be busy on my behalf and several people said it was right there and I would soon be in possession of it and, every one of these people have either never gotten back into contact or woven strange tales that I have difficulty believing. I don’t know what to make of it and must suppose that this is some cosmic thing because there is nothing else that I have any trouble obtaining but I don’t want anything else. In the meantime, heavy pressures have come upon me which the item under discussion instantly dispels. I don’t know what to make of it.

It would be understandable that one or more people would not be able to do something but I have never before seen anything like what I have encountered in the last several months. It is like some power has closed off the access. I’m not detailing much of the interactions I’ve had but I can say that it has been extremely uncanny.

Besides this, something has changed in the world itself. I can feel it and something has changed in me so that I am not always sure who I am at all. This is not a negative thing. It’s just really strange. In some ways it is entertaining because there’s no telling what might happen at any particular point.

I never know what I’m going to write about when I sit down to do it so I’m watching with some surprise the direction this piece has taken. A number of people have written me to ask about my experiences with this item so I think this may help to explain somehow. Then again, what happens for one is no guarantee of it happening for another. The mind is a most mysterious thing and none of us connect to it in exactly the same way as another.


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