Alien Outpost, Inner Battle, and the Journey Home
4.16.05
music playing is Englishman in New York by Sting
Please note: this story is psychological fiction and has no relationship to anyone or anything real! This story flows from inner and outer appearances, as streaming consciousness and experiences, rather than following literary formats.
Special Note: references made to false masters do NOT refer to OSHO , an authentic modern day Enlightened Master, whom is often imitated!
Seeker, Beware!
The Alien had attacked through such devious means. He had disguised himself as an Enlightened Master. Deviously he had wormed his way into her heart, The Pretender. He had gleaned his identity from photographs of those Gone To Bliss. His teachings were gleaned from Masters, both ancient and modern. With a little of this and a little of that, his disguise had been perfected.
Unknown to her, within her inmost heart, he had established an entire Alien Outpost. Her inner space had been invaded.
The Pretender and his crewmen ate ravenously, of her inner riches. They held court. Offering every spiritual game and gift, they planned their take over of Planet Earth.
One day she Became Aware. That was when All Hell Broke Loose upon her.
The Dark Side, The Aliens, started attacking her. They attacked both from within and without. Using all of their borrowed knowledge of siddhis and powers, the veil between This World she knew and The Underworld, was rent apart. Terror overcame her as her reality transformed into a 4th and 5th Dimensional Apparency.
Meanwhile, the Inner Space Outpost began to burst apart. Bombs were bursting inside her heart's chamber. Starships took off, starships returned. Starships from other Galaxies appeared, to fight The Pretender and his Alien Crews. She was unable to sleep nor could she find any peace. Her Inner battle continued like this for 18 weeks.
On the 19th week, seventeen starships took off . Three offensive starships flew in. A blazing battle of Lasers and Torpedoes ensued. Meanwhile, she could barely breathe. There was too much pain inside. She clutched at her heart and screamed for help. More battleships took off. Yet, more always flew back in.
This became a Life and Death Situation.
Her fear had reached it's peak. It had changed to rage. From rage, she found her humor. When humor had been fully experienced, she finally reached acceptance. With acceptance, she had felt compassionate love. Her compassionate love transformed to forgiveness.
With forgiveness, the Clear Light appeared, at her service.
She and The Clear Light discussed the matter. Finally, they made a deal that she would let this go, if they could create A Transporter within her heart. All karmas would be transmuted. But the battleships needed to be absorbed into The Clear Light of Emptiness.
The Clear Light appeared one evening, hovering over The Alien Outpost within her heart. And then it happened. She turned on The Transporter. All of the ships were broken down on the molecular level, into Empty Space. The Clear Light approached even closer, and absorbed all before it could once again reclaim it's original matrix.
They were gone.
She went to sleep, and slept well for the first time in months.
She dreamt herself as an underwater sea turtle, swimming up, up, up towards the light at the surface of the ocean. She had been swimming up towards the light for thirty years. Her lungs were ready to burst, and she felt she could hold her breath no longer.
Suddenly, her head burst through the surface of the water. Panting heavily, she fully breathed in and out. She had reached the top!
She felt the sunlight directly upon her head. The sun was warm and inviting. Out of energy, and relieved, the sea turtle decided to lay on her back and float. For an undetermined amount of time, she lay motionless. Emptiness was all around...only the turquoise of sea and sky as far as the eye could see.
One day, an etheric figure appeared to float above the sea turtle. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He seemed to be composed of sea mist and sea foam, an apparition of her dream. Yet, as his mouth lightly caressed her soft lips, she realized she was no longer dreaming. She had Awakened. And she was no longer a sea turtle. She had transformed into a woman.
The man, she realized, was The Long-Awaited One. Her Twin, her Other Half, her Inner Man. He held her in his arms as they melted into One.
Then suddenly they flew up into the sky. He had whisked her away through unknown space.
A quick stop on Planet Venus showed her The Scene: who he was and who she had become. In that moment in time, she had become Lady Master Venus, and he had become Sanat Kumara, the Ancient of Days. For the moment, they had become Venusian.
They entered their bedroom chamber. There at the foot of their large bed, slept their child in her cradle. Venus slipped into the bed, half-hidden amidst the shimmering white veils.
They were together, at last.
Sanat approached the foot of their bed, and paused. He raised his arms into the air, and threw his snowy white head back. He began to laugh. He laughed so loudly, nothing else existed in that space, nothing but the sound of his laughter. In that moment, nothing else existed.
Amidst this laughter, the Twin Flames were catapulted back into Empty Space. No, Venus was not their actual home. It had been an Interim Existence. This time, however, they would be Going All The Way.
All The Way Home.
"Remember," she said to herself, "Remember. Remember. The journey Back Home is long and arduous. Yet, once we have Arrived, it appears as merely A Dream. Blessings on your Journey Back Home...the place you have never left, never could leave, and never, ever will."
copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman 2005
more Aha! Stories on Sanat Kumara:
Blueprints of Enlightenment: The 4 Maras
Inner War and Peace by Osho available at Amazon.com
Jed McKenna's books, available at Wisefool Press
