is the nobody alone?

Everyone looks like crazy for gold here, but no one asks what is the gold in the afterlife - the philosopher's stone ...

The most sophisticated and ingenious system is Stejnars, who uses the daily routine for training purposes, instead of hours long meditations.

Baphomets main opponent is not a human by the way, but the most crucial part of divine providence is played by a gnome king!, with Stejnar being his mouth.

Credits should be given where credits are due, for the few people, who aren't amongst the insane. :)

The earth spirits were always the closest ones to the humans.

If the believe in REALITY (in opposite to a myriad of delusions) should ever be back, people will start to see the nature spirits, which was a pretty common occurrence in let say the early middle ages.

You won't see any hard proofs of the spirit worlds UNLESS you believe in them first - this is one of the laws of the ONE.

There were people and ghosts who tried to "hard proof" it to "non believers", which always had disastrous consequences for the first and was usually ignored by the latter.

"The White Dominican is Gustav Meyrink's most esoteric novel, and draws on the wisdom of a number of mystical traditions, the most important of which is Tao. It is set in a mystical version of the Bavarian town of Wasserburg, which sits on a promontory surrounded on three sides by the River Inn. The novel describes the spiritual journey of the simple hero, who, guided by a number of figures, escapes the 'Medusa's head' of the world to a transfiguration, through which he joins the 'living chain' that stretches to infinity. -- This is the novel which has been eagerly awaited by those who see Meyrink as not just a novelist, but as a mystic visionary who can tell them what lies on the Other Side."

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Meyrink speaks in allegories, Stejnar more in "plain text", but they are ultimately talking about one and the same thing, which was of course the same in the distant past.

PERFECT!

This novel shows the difference between the true esoteric Christianity (where the goal was never "of this world") and the deceptive version of it (the 1000 years "paradise" of total conformity and semi animal living for a handful of their "chosen ones" after a monumental destruction - a la the bible "revelation")

The fascist matter gods, do change their face now and then in the so called "cycles", but never their true colors with the end goal of all these "cycles" (of knowledge destruction) being demons inhabiting the earth in flesh, which COULD already be the case in the next one according to some sources.

Says someone who calls herself six six six. :)

There is more truth in this small novel (less than 200 pages) - if the translation doesn't suck - than what the whole "conspiracy community" put together to this day.

For some people there is "alchemical transformation" which spans over life times and for others there seems to be Jesus the ultimate enslaver.

don't i get a 'thank you' for posting this information?

Jesus the ultimate enslaver? More like the re lie gions enslaving the people using his name. We all know who controls the religions.

Christ is about freedom, always has been.

“Certainly. Just to be alive is not enough, is it? You seem to have no idea at all of the demands that are made on me. I don’t mean social engagements and such, no, I mean the demands of spiritual labour that come from my intention to - to - found - a - new - state and a new religion. There, it’s out.”

“Good God, you’ll be locked up next!”

“Don’t worry, I’m no revolutionary.”

“And are there many in your sect, yet?” asked Hauberrisser with a smile, suspecting it was all a joke. Neill gave him a sharp look, paused for a moment and then said, “I’m afraid you seem to misunderstand me, as usual. Can’t you sense that there’s something in the air, something more palpable than ever before, perhaps since the world began? Prophesying the end of the world is a thankless task, it’s been predicted too often down the centuries for it to be credible any more. In spite of that, I think that those who feel such an event is approaching will be proved right this time. It doesn’t have to mean the destruction of the earth, the destruction of a way of life is also the end of a world.”

“And you think such a drastic change in attitude could take place overnight?” Hauberrisser shook his head doubtfully.

“I am more inclined to believe that some devastating natural catastrophe is imminent. People don’t change from one day to another.”

“Did I say that natural catastrophes would not occur?” cried Pfeill. “On the contrary, I can sense their approach with every nerve within me. But as far as an abrupt change in human attitudes is concerned, I hope you only appear to be right. What do you base your assumption on? How far back in history can you look? Only a miserable couple of thousand years! And even over that short period haven’t there been enough sudden outbreaks of spiritual contagion to make one wonder? There have been children’s crusades - though I grant you that it is unlikely whether mankind will ever rise to a bureaucrats’ crusade. But all things are possible, and the longer they are in coming, the more probable they are. Until now men have torn each other apart for the sake of certain dubious invisible beings that are careful not to call themselves spirits but ’ideals’. I think the hour has finally come for the war against these invisible enemies, and I would like to play a part in it. For years I have been aware that I was being trained in spiritual warfare, but until now I have never had this clear feeling that a great battle against these damn’d ghosts is at hand. I tell you, once you start clearing out all those false ideals, there’s no end to it. You’ve no idea what piles of humbug brazenly posing as truth you have inherited. That’s what I call founding a new state, you see, this clearing the mind of intellectual lumber. However, out of consideration for the existing order and out of courtesy towards my fellow human beings-God forbid I should try to impose my views about inner truthfulness and unconscious hypocrisy on them - I decided from the outset that my state - I call it the Germ Free State because it has been thoroughly disinfected of the spiritual vines of false idealism - should only have one subject, namely myself. I am also the only millionaire of my belief. I have no need of converts.”

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This was said a century ago!

“Whoever believes he is living for the sake of his children and his children’s children is deceiving himself. It is not true; mankind has not advanced one inch; it only seems to have. There are merely occasional individuals who are more advanced than the rest. To go round in a circle means not making progress. We must break out of the circle or we will achieve nothing. All they who think that life begins with birth and ends with death cannot even see the circle, how should they break out of it!”

From the same novel.

"Everything I have told you here, can be read in the writings of the holy men of all peoples: the coming of a new kingdom, the awakening, the overcoming of the body, the solitude; and yet there is an unbridgeable gap separating us from those holy men: they believe the day is approaching when the good will enter paradise and the evil be cast down into the pit. We know that a time is coming when many will awake, and they will be separated from the sleepers like the lords from the slaves, because the sleepers cannot understand those that are awake; we know that there is no good and no evil, only ‘right’ and ‘wrong’; they believe that staying ‘awake’ is keeping their eyes and their senses open and their body alert during the night, so that they can say their prayers; we know that ‘waking’ is the awakening of the immortal self and that the sleeplessness of the body is its natural consequence; they believe that the body must be despised and neglected, because it is sinful; we know that there is no sin; the body is our starting-point, we came down to earth to transform it into spirit; they believe they should take their body into solitude to purify the spirit; we know that our spirit must first go into solitude to transfigure the body.

It is up to you to choose your path, ours or the other. It should come of your own free will.

I cannot advise you; it is better to pick a bitter fruit of your own choice, than to take another’s advice and find a sweet one, that is too high on the tree.

Do not be like the multitude that know that it is written, `All test, then take the best’, but yet go and do not test and take the first that comes to hand.”

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“So you assume there is a God enthroned in majesty above mankind and guiding our destinies? Can you demonstrate that with any kind of logic?”

“No, I can’t. Nor do I want to. Don’t forget, I’m a Jew; I mean not just a Jew by religion, but also a Jew by race, and as such I keep on returning to the old God of my fathers. It is in the blood and the blood is stronger than any logic. My reason, it is true, tells me that my belief is leading me astray, but then my belief tells me that my reason is leading me astray.”

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I believe Franz Bardon to be "controlled opposition", but showing useful techniques and partial truths and therefore worth reading. Emil Stejnar is 100% honest, but still searching and therefore for sure erring here and there and therefore considers himself still a "student", but is a far better starting point than Franz Bardon.

Gustav Meyrink is the real master and for this reason he talks only in allegories (written knowledge in "symbols") and was a great riddle to the wanna be occultists a la C.G. Jung in his day and age, which they couldn't make sense of, because he wrote a century too early.

"All around were people such as the eternal petty bourgeois of all lands eyes with the instinctive hatred of the bandy-legged mongrel for a thoroughbred, beings that will ever remain a mystery to the masses, arousing both contempt and envy, creatures that can wade through blood without batting an eyelid and yet swoon at the screech of a fork across a plate, who will pull out a revolver at the slightest suggestion of a sneer yet calmly smile when caught cheating at cards, for whom vices, the very thought of which makes the ordinary citizen shudder, are commonplace and who would rather go thirsty for days than drink out of a glass another has used, who accept God as a matter of course and yet shut themselves off from Him because they find Him boring, who are considered hollow by people who crudely assume that what, in the course of generations, has become the essence of such creatures, is mere veneer and outward show; they are neither hollow nor the opposite, they are beings who have lost their souls and have therefore become the incarnation of evil for the multitude which will never possess a soul ..."

This is how it stands ...

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The path to immortality is a balancing on a knife's edge.

“I will tell you of a little incident”, Swammerdam went on, that once served as a signpost in my life, although it was apparently insignificant. I was still fairly young at the time and had just suffered such a bitter disappointment that the world seemed dark, seemed like hell. It was in this mood of bitterness at the way fate seemed to torment me pitilessly without, as I thought, any point or purpose, that one day I witnessed a horse being trained.

They had it on a long rein and were driving it round and round in a circle, without giving it a moment’s rest. Every time it came to a hurdle, which it was supposed to jump, it refused or swerved. For hours the lashes rained down on its hide, but still it would not jump. And yet the man who was tormenting it so was not a vicious person, indeed he was himself visibly distressed by the task he had to perform. He had an open, genial face, and when I protested, he said, ‘I would willingly spend a day’s pay on sugar-lumps for the nag, if it would only understand what I want it to do. But I’ve tried that method before, and it doesn’t work. It’s as if these animals had a demon in their brain that stops it working. And what I want the beast to do is so simple!’ Every time the horse came to the hurdle I could see the glint of fear appear in its wild eyes and I knew what was going through its mind, “The whip, the whip.’ I racked my brains to see if I could not find some other way of making the animal understand. I tried to tell it, first by telepathy, later by shouting out loud, that it only had to jump and it would all be over. But my efforts were futile; to my sorrow, I had to acknowledge that it was only the terrible pain that would finally teach it its lesson. And as I came to that realisation, I saw in a flash that my situation was just like that of the horse: fate was lashing me with its whip, and all I was aware of was my suffering. I hated the invisible power that was tormenting me, but I had not understood that it was all being done so that I should learn to perform some task, take some spiritual hurdle, so to speak."

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There is a reason why he compares living on earth with being buried alive.

Meyrink's biggest strength is to describe where all the various paths end in the end, exemplified by the figures in his novels.

Viewing ONESELF (the unawakened part) from a perspective of THE God, which can be found only INSIDE is the goal and everything else will follow.

For people who believe, that the road is "harmless" and a "natural necessity" Meyrink and other occultists are the antidote.

Adults believe, that choices have consequences, children believe in Santa Claus.