The Mistery of Belicena Villca remember , in analogous way to the attitude assumed by the conscience when it " searches " for a remembrance in the memory .
In this case it is not a question of adopting a contemplative posture , of " mind blank ”, but a dynamic action that “ searches ” without “ asking ”.
The wisdom of understanding this lies in accepting the fact that the conscience is " steerable ", " addressable " towards areas of the mind .
When we want to remember something , reason may or may not question , but the memory comes inexorably . For example , what tie did I wear in the party of John Smith ? and the answer comes automatically --the green tie-- . But let ' s face it , is the one obtained a true " answer "? or when we wanted to know what tie we wore we set our minds to " search " for the memory of the party at John Smith ' s and this memory appeared in the conscience as an image that was promptly translated by reason in the form of a proposition : the green tie .
Because if instead of asking , we simply evoke the memory of the worn tie , it will " appear " without necessarily being the answer to a question nor a proposition .
When I checked this and verified reliably that by " remembering " the conscience is " directed " towards the memory , I similarly arranged my Spirit to " address " the Voice .
At first I was unsuccessful , mainly because reason interfered with doubts and skepticism , but when I focused well and was able to recreate in the mind the fleeting moments when the Voice broke in , then I began to progress . The Voice had appeared and disappeared in an instant , faster than the fastest of my thoughts , to the point that , sometimes , I normally could not clearly distinguish his words .
That is why I had to concentrate a lot , and evoke the memory , only evoke , not interrogate , dispose the conscience so that the memory comes up suddenly and remain in total spiritual immobility . He who understands will comprehend that it was not a contemplative attitude but an energetic attitude ( of energy ), similar to that of the warrior an instant before unloading the arm with the sword , full of potential force . In contemplation there is peace ( stillness ), in evocation expectant energy .
The procedure used successfully I can explain it like this : I recreated in my Spirit the moment the Voice appeared . I was trying to make this memory as " exact " as possible , that is , it would transport me psychologically to the climax lived during the experience . Then the Voice would present itself , the memory of the Voice , as swiftly as I " remembered " it had appeared . But then , using the recently discovered " orienting " power of the conscience , I " directed " this one " towards " the Voice ( I repeat : as one who remembers ) and thus achieved to " expand " imperceptibly the Time of manifestation of the Voice . The voice came out in the memory and I tried to wrap the memory around it , cutting out the accessory , concentrating only on it , trying to turn fugacity into permanence , without losing by this its vocal dynamics at all . So I was achieving , more and more , to " follow " the message of the Voice from its appearance to its extinction .
The appearance ( beginning ) did not worry me , but the extinction did , because it was expanding more and more the last moment of the Voice , until I got to " hear " with total clarity the final tone , the precise limit between Voice and Silence . Having reached that point I felt in the conscience --so directed towards the Voice-- as if there was a sharp , conical prominence , like a funnel viewed from the side where the liquid is spilled .
The Voice had entered my mind at one point --the internal ear-- and towards there pointed the vertex of the psychic cone into which the conscience became by tenaciously pursuing the instant of the final extinction of the " message ".
I was practicing this sort of selective evocation when , " examining " ( somehow it must be said ) the psychic cone , suddenly I was rushed into a slightly spiraling and vaporous tunnel , like a vortex of bright and milky energy that soon concluded with a perfectly defined and sharp image . I could see her and hear her at the same time because it was from her that the Voice came .
Following the Voice in its extinction , like an echo , I had arrived at its source of origin and this one was dazzling and blinding . Now provided not only with one internal ear but also an internal vision I participated absorbed in a sublime igneous image . Because that wonderful and wise Word was not emitted by any throat , nor did it come from a human or even anthropomorphic entity .
– It just gushed out of a tongue of fire that twinkled rhythmically accompanying the development of the Word .
--Oh frozen and shining fire , God is witness that in you I have recognized the Divinity of the Hyperborean Spirit !
Facing that Divine Presence , made of Fire , Voice and Wisdom , I did not commit the folly of interrogating , nor did I have any surprise or desire to know or understand .
A wild joy , a primordial delight went invading me as the igneous logos glowed under the internal gaze . And that ineffable joy obeyed a certainty : I had recovered something long lost , I could not say when or where . But surely that ' s what it was all about because the flaming Presence was not
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