something happend and he began to remember
CONNECTION to his higher dimentional body:
Angelucci's Contact Story
contact at a higher level and to the HIGHER self
or OVER-consciousness at that level
MY AWAKENING ON
By — Orfeo Matthew AngelucciAs told to Paul M. Vest."Because of the enormous interest expressed by the readers of MYSTIC (-magazine) - in the flying saucer experience of Mr. Angelucci, we present still another of his experiences with the beings from space.COINCIDENTAL WITH the publication in MYSTIC (May, 1954)of “I MEET THE FLYING SAUCER MAN”, a continuation of mytrue experiences with the extraterrestrial beings, I resumed mySunday talks at the Hollywood Hotel.Although for some months previous there had been but few publicized sightings of saucers, I wastold confidentially by a Los Angeles newspaper reporter that thewires had been “hot” with reportsof flying saucer activity. But, hestated, editors of many papers hadbeen requested either to ignoresuch stories or to “play them down”.Thus with the attention of thepublic apparently diverted fromthe saucers by McCarthy; the experimental destruction of islandsin the Pacific by the hydrogenbomb and other disquieting newsevents, I was genuinely surprisedat the number of people who werepresent at that first Sunday meeting. Not only were they still interested in the saucers, but seemed more eager than ever to understandour mysterious visitors.Similarly, the hundreds of letters I received through MYSTICmagazine, written by persons in allwalks of life from scientists to ministers of the gospel, convinced me that many persons intuitively realize that the coming of the saucersin our time is highly portentousand will ultimately prove the mostprofound event of the 20th century —and in all probability of thelast twenty centuries! Despite theassiduous efforts of certain agencies to keep many of the true facts from the public “for its own good”,the truth will eventually come out.In this article I am going to tellyou about the most bizarre, themost astonishing of all my experiences. So incredible, so far beyond the normal realms of human experience are these events that Ihave never before dared to relatethem except to a few of my mosttrusted friends. Not even in thesingle issue of my own TwentiethCentury Times did I include this experience.Now only the faith and under-standing of the persons who haveheard me talk and read my storiesin MYSTIC, give me the courageto reveal not only the identity ofthe etheric beings who contactedme, but also some astounding information about their world. Alsoan answer to the question whyTHEY—of all the entities in theboundless depths of the time-spacecontinuum are interested in usnow and visit our tiny, inconsequential planet. This experienceoccurred in January, 1953.
IT was Monday, but I did notgo to work as I was just recovering from the flu. Duringthe afternoon, while Mabel was atwork and I was alone, a ratherstrange, detached feeling came overme. I was aware of a familiar oddprickling sensation in my arms andthe back of my neck which usuallyannounced the proximity of space beings.But I discounted the strangesymptoms thinking they were theresult of my illness. I suddenlyfelt so drowsy that I could scarcelykeep my eyes open. I recall starting toward the divan to lie downfor a nap. But I have absolutelyno recollection of ever reachingthat divan! Apparently, I blacked out!My next conscious perceptionwas a kind of peculiar “awakening”or regaining consciousness while onmy job in the Plastics Departmentof the Lockheed plant. Stupefiedand bewildered I looked uncertainlyabout the factory. Dazedly, Isaw the familiar faces of my coworkers,and noticed the tools in my hands. I caught my breathsharply and an icy shiver quiveredover my entire body as quite involuntarily I suddenly recoiled with a shudder from the entire scene. Ididn’t know why then, but everything seemed hopelessly wrong...primitive and crude.In a daze I rubbed a handacross my eyes hoping to eradicatethe scene. Then I was seized with ablinding vertigo and thought I wasgoing to lose consciousness. DaveDonnegan, my working partner,looked at me sympathetically andthere was genuine concern in hiseyes. He didn’t say anything butquietly took the tools from myhand and in his quiet, understanding way went ahead, carrying on alone.An involuntary outburst of utterdisgust came from my lips—disgust with everything I saw! I remember hearing Dave say, “Are you all right, boy?”But I didn’t reply — I couldn’t!In a kind of panic I turned to rushout of the door, but in my blindhaste I bumped roughly into Richard Butterfield, the temporary lead man in my section. I must havelooked acutely ill because I vaguelyremember seeing the sudden alarmin his eyes as he grasped me firmlybut gently by the shoulders andexclaimed, “Angie! Angie! What's wrong with you?”I-was breathing hard. Both emotionally and mentally I was confused and uncertain. My thoughtswere in turmoil and I bad only oneobjective—to get out of that place!But the presence of Butterfield hada stabilizing, quieting effect uponme. He arose superbly to meet thesituation. In some mysterious, intangible way I was enabled momentarily to share his great inner resources of strength and stabilitywhich calmed me and cushioned theterrific emotional shock I was undergoing
—the cause of which I was not to know for many days.He smiled reassuringly while keeping his hands upon my shoulders. “Calm down, Angie, oldboy,” he said gently, “Go upstairsand take a break. You look beat!”I mumbled my heartfelt thanksand stumbled up the steps—not yetaware of what actually had happened to me.I got a cup of coffee. Never before had I needed one so badly.My hands were shaking and everynerve in my body was quivering. AsI drank the hot, aromatic stuffI tried to think back —to rememberwhy I was so shaken and upset.But my last recollection before mystrange, perturbed “awakening” onthe job, was walking toward thedivan in my apartment. The intervening period was a total blank,Noticing a copy of the Los Angeles Times on one of the tables, Inervously picked it up and glancedat the date. Perspiration broke out on my forehead —the date of thepaper was January 19, 1953
—SEVEN DAYS HAD ELAPSED OFWHICH I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO RECOLLECTION! But eventhe date on the paper couldn’t convince me. Trying to keep my voice casual, I asked a fellow at a nearby table the date. He confirmed the date on the newspaper!My body was bathed in coldperspiration. In fact, I was on theedge of panic as I sat there, myhands trembling as I tried to takea sip of coffee. I just couldn’t believe that seven days and nights had passed leaving not a trace ofmemory in my mind.Later in the afternoon when Iwas feeling a little better I wentback downstairs on the job. Butit was a real effort to behave in anormal, rational manner with mythoughts in turmoil. Cautiouslyand discreetly I questioned Daveand other fellow workers aboutthose seven previous days. Fromtheir replies I gathered that I hadbeen on the job every day and hadapparently behaved in my usualmanner until my strange “awakening” and violent outburst that afternoon.At home I didn’t mention my inexplicable loss of memory to Mabel.And apparently she had noticednothing unusual in my behaviorduring that entire week. It seemedthat in every way I had behavedin my accustomed manner— I hadeaten my meals, slept, gone to andfrom work and helped Mabel outat the Snack Bar, as usual. It wasfantastically incredible!I told no one what had happenedto me. But in my own mind I wasutterly baffled and deeply troubledabout those seven lost days outof my life. Imagine yourself in myplace. Suppose that for an entireweek your waking consciousnesshad been obliterated so that youcould not remember a single event.Wouldn’t you be deeply disturbed?Wouldn’t you begin to wonder ifyou might not be psychopathic?Well, in all sincerity I can tell youthat you would—for those were myown panic-stricken thoughts!But as the days passed I gradually settled down into the routineof daily life. Often I tried hardto regain the memory of those seven lost days
—but it seemed hopeless.About a month later I was feeling unusually restless one night.Shortly after ten-o’clock I went outfor a walk. As always my feet seemed involuntarily to carry me toward the Hyperion Avenue Freeway Bridge. In its dark, mysterious shadows I always found a kindof spiritual peace and comfort forit was there I had met and talkedwith “Neptune”—the great, etheric being from another world!I was thinking of these things asI clambered down the concrete embankment into the almost dry bedof the Los Angeles River. Walking over to the spot where “Neptune” had talked with me I sat down disconsolately upon the ground. I rested my head upon thestone where he had sat and gazedthoughtfully up into the heavensand thought of the spiraling endlesswonder of the universe. Lost inreverie, a feeling of deep innerpeace and tranquility came overme. Noisy, clattering earth withall of its troubles, dissensions andanimosities seemed remote and relatively unimportant.As my thoughts drifted pleasantly, I felt again the odd sensationwhich was always my first awareness of space visitors. But I wasdeeply puzzled for “Neptune” had last told me, “We will return, Orfeo —but not to you.”Nevertheless the odd tingling inmy arms and back of my neck wasunmistakable. Hopefully, my eyesscanned the heavens, but I sawnothing that in an way resembleda saucer. I was not troubled as Ihad implicit faith in THEM. Theintensity of the vibration increaseddimming the awareness of my conscious mind much as it had thenight I first encountered the saucer,An ineffable feeling of harmony,tranquility and peace possessed me.As in a dream my thoughts driftedback to that mysterious Mondayafternoon when, feeling much as Idid now, I had walked toward thedivan to take a nap. But now, asI lie there upon the ground underthe stars — astonishingly I was BEGINNING TO REMEMBER!The ponderous shadows of materiality dense as a prison of heavysteel, were dissolving into theirnative nothingness. Memory wasreturning faintly, hazily atfirst, like the sun’s golden raysbreaking through black clouds. Likea man confusedly awakening froman anesthetic I was remembering THOSE SEVEN MYSTERIOUSLOST DAYS!As memory flooded back I clearly recalled again that Monday afternoon. I was walking towardthe divan my eyes were soheavy I could scarcely keep themopen . in a daze I sank downupon the divan and immediatelyfell into a deep sleep!Only now I could remember waking from that sleep — BUT MYAWAKENING WAS IN A STRANGE AND WONDERFUL WORLD! I was no longer upon earth
—some fantastically incredibletransition had taken place. I awokein a huge, fabulously beautifulroom—a room the substance ofwhich glowed ethereally with soft,exquisite colors. I was lying upona luxurious kind of couch, orlounge. Half awake, I glanced downat my body — but it was notfamiliar! My body was never soperfectly proportioned or of so finecoloring and texture.I noticed that I was wearing onlya fine white garment, closely fittedand covering my chest, torso andupper part of my thighs. A finelywrought gold belt was about mywaist. Although the belt appearedto be made of heavy links of embossed gold, it was without weight.My new body felt amazingly lightand ethereal and vibrant with life.Full consciousness did not cometo me at once. My first thoughtsupon waking in that shining worldwere nebulous and confused. Somehow the thought persisted in mymind that I was recovering from 2long and serious illness. Thus Ilay there in a kind of pleasant lethargy as one does who has been very it. Strange random thoughts drifted in my consciousness. Everything was so new and different and yetit was hauntingly familiar. Myhandsome new body was not mybody—and yet it was! The exquisite room with its ethereal, softlyglowing colors was like nothingever dreamed of upon earth —andyet somehow it was not strange andalien to me. Only one thing seemed unfamiliar
—far away outside the huge windowless room I couldhear the continuous rumble of distant thunder.Gradually the dark mists clearedfrom my mind. Incredible memories came back to me —memoriesof another world, a different people
— another life! Lost horizons, deepburied memories, forgotten vistaswere surfacing to my consciousness.
“I remember this world!” Ithought rapturously. I rememberit like a condemned prisoner remembers the sunshine, the trees,the flowers of the outside world after an eternity chained in a dark and odious prison. This is MY REAL WORLD — MY TRUE BODY, I thought. I have been lost in a dimension called “Time” and a captive in a forbidding land called
“Earth”. I have come home —like a lost son. All is serenity,peace, harmony and indescribable beauty here—the only disturbingfactor is the troublesome half-memory of an unhappy shadow named
“Orfeo”, a bondsman in a prison world of materiality called “Earth”.As the disturbing thoughts ofthis lost “Orfeo” troubled me, aportion of one wall noiselessly divided making an imposing doorway and a woman entered. Shewas dazzlingly beautiful. Somehow my mind understood that shewas the one placed in charge ofme, even as I also understood thatthe mysterious door opened andclosed automatically by means ofelectro-magnetic controls.She looked down at me andsmiled warmly. Her beauty wasbreathtaking. She was dressedsimply in a kind of Grecian gownof glowing silvery-white substance;her hair was golden and fell in softwaves about her shoulders; hereyes were extremely large, expressive and deep blue. Soft shimmering colors played continuouslyabout her apparently varying withevery light change of her thought or mood.Hauntingly, the thought was inmy mind that I remembered herfrom somewhere. She seemed tosense my perplexity and reassuringly said that I was looking verywell and would soon be up andabout. Then she touched a controlon mysterious crystal cabinet nearmy bed. In response a large sectionof the opposite wall opened revealing a huge mirror. I looked intoits crystal depths —but the man Isaw was not Orfeo —nor yet washe a stranger to me. Paradoxically,I remembered and yet I didn’t remember!I have gained weight,” I remarked, not knowing just why I madesuch a statement, then added, “Also, I feel much better now.”She smiled and replied, “On thecontrary, you have lost weight.According to all earthly standardsyou are now almost weightless.”Her strange words puzzled me.I glanced down at my body whichappeared to be solidly substantialand surely I was much larger andfinely proportioned.
“It’s all a matter of the scaleof vibration in which you arefunctioning,” she explained. “Thevibratory rate of dense matterwhich makes up the planet Earth,is extremely low — hence earthlybodies are sluggish, dense andcumbersome. Vibratory rates hereare quite high and matter so tenuous that it would seem non-existent were you in a dense physical body.But because you are now in a bodyof a corresponding vibratory rate,the phenomena of this world is asreal to you as your earth world.As I listened to her speak, Ithought I remembered her name.
“You are Lyra?” I said half questioningly.She nodded her head.I was about to ask her aboutherself when I was conscious againof the continuous, low rumble ofthunder from outside. I becamecurious to go out of doors and lookaround. Turning to Lyra, I asked,
“May I go outside now?”She shook her head. “You arenot yet strong enough, but I promise that before the seventh dayyou shall see all, Neptune.”Her words startled me. Why had she called me “Neptune”? I wondered. I was not Neptune —neither was Neptune ill! And what did she mean by the seventh day?I was on the point of asking herthese questions when she turnedand looked expectantly toward thefar wall. In a moment the mysterious door appeared and a tall,strikingly handsome man entered.It was Orion! In some confusedway I recognized him at once andfelt a surge of affection for him inmy heart. As with Lyra, shimmering waves of translucent colorplayed about him seemingly reflecting his thoughts. He smiledwarmly and said, “We have missed you, Neptune.”I brushed my hand across myeyes in a dazed way as I replied,
“But I am not Neptune —there issome mistake.”
“Are you certain?” he askedgently. “You will recall that
‘Neptune’ was the name you gaveto our brother who first contactedyou upon earth, That name hasalways held a strange, deep significance for you
—perhaps because it was once your own name.”As he spoke the odd realizationpossessed me that he was indeedspeaking the truth. In their world,I was —or had once been Neptune!
“But the other ‘Neptune’?” I asked. “Who then is he?”Orion glanced at Lyra and ascintillating wave of golden lightseemed to enfold them both. ThenOrion replied slowly, “With usnames are of little significance.The brother of whom you speak issometimes known as ‘Astra’, butin the higher octaves of light individualized aspects such as you know upon earth are non-existent.Even now in this most tenuous ofmaterialistic states of being, youare not aware of us in our trueeternal aspect. We are, you mightsay, staging a dress-show receptionfor you, our lost brother. BeforeThe Destruction our existence wasmuch as you see it now —that iswhy you seem to remember all ofthis. In that phase of the time dimension you were known as ‘Neptune’,”Something was wrong .. terribly wrong, somewhere, I thought.If only I could remember clearly, but everything was so confused.As I gazed at those two superblymagnificent beings standing side byside developed in shimmering wavesof golden light. I felt intuitivelythat I had known them well sometime, somewhere! I had known them on an equal level —I had beenone of them! But now they werelike gods to me —and I a straggler somehow, far, far behindthem —and my mind deluded by aloathsome illness. I pressed myhands to my eyes trying with allof my strength to remember something important, and terrible,that I had forgotten.Neither of them spoke. Lyra took a white wafer from the crystal cabinet while Orion poured asparkling liquid into a crystal goblet. These they handed to me. As I ate the delicately flavored waferand drank the delicious beverageI felt renewed vitality and strengthflow through my body and with ita dreamy languor of body andmind. Relaxed, I rested my headon the cushions. Lyra and Orionsmiled upon me and the scintillating waves of golden light reached out from them and enfolded me ina warm, comforting glow.
“Sleep for a while, Neptune,”Lyra murmured softly. Then themysterious door appeared and theyleft arm in arm, leaving me alone.The light in the room dimmed and-waves of soft, exquisite music flowed from the walls. I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.When I awoke light was streaming brilliantly into the room. One entire wall had miraculously vanished revealing an outer balcony.I sat up and looked out beyond thebalcony upon an incredibly wonderful and fantastic world. It was radiant with light and yet thereappeared to be a heavy movingcloud bank overhead. A kind ofcontinuous sheet lightning flashedthrough the rainbow-hued cloudsand the constant rumble of distantthunder was slightly louder. Also,I saw brilliant slow-moving fireballs, bollides, vari-colored flares and showers of brilliant sparks.I was puzzled for all of this phenomena did not seem at all familiar —as had so many other things inthis world. I jumped up from thecouch and ran out onto the broadbalcony, marveling at the marvelous feeling of lightness and vibrant strength in my body.What a glorious world I lookedupon! A dream world —beyond thewildest flights of imagination.Ethereal, scintillating color everywhere. Fantastically beautifulbuildings apparently constructed ofa kind of crystal-plastic substancethat quivered with continuouslychanging color tones. As I watched, windows, doors, balconies andstairs appeared and just as miraculously disappeared in the shining facades of the buildings. The grass,trees and flowers sparkled with living colors.I caught my breath in awe. Andyet, somehow, it was familiar —aworld I had once known and forgotten. A few statuesque and majestically beautiful people were walking in the pedestrian lanes. Then Isaw Lyra and Orion conversing with each other near a circularflower plot, almost directly belowme. They both looked up andsmiled, calling out a friendly greeting. I ran down and joined them exclaiming, “What a magnificent world!”
“Do you remember it, Neptune?”Lyra asked gently.I hesitated, then replied, “Muchis familiar, but other things arenot. I can’t recall the lightningand the constant thunder. Andthe horizon appears to be onlyabout a mile distant and it shouldbe I seem to remember it wasalmost limitless!”For a moment there was silence.Lyra glanced at Orion and a lookof deep pain crossed their faces asthe golden waves of irridescent lightabout them changed to misty purple. I realized immediately I hadsaid the wrong thing.Lyra touched a crystal she heldin her hand and the sound of thethunder was muffled until it wasbarely audible. Then drifts of exquisite harmony filled the air —the same incredible music I hadheard in my trip in the saucer.Only here in this world each tonemanifested in the atmosphere aswaves of glowing color.As I listened spellbound, Lyraand Orion sat down upon the grassand motioned for me to join them.When we were seated Lyra laid herhand tenderly upon mine and Orion put an arm about my shoulders.Then Orion spoke, saying, “Time is a dimension as your scientistsnow correctly surmise. But it isonly a dimension when applied tothe various densities of matter. Inthe Absolute, Time is non-existent.So let us say that in one of theTime frames, or dimensions, thereonce was a planet in the solar system called ‘Lucifer’. It was of the least material density of any ofthe planets and its orbit lay between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter. Among the Etheric Beings,or heavenly hosts, it was the Morning Star. Among the planets it was the most radiant body in theheavens and its life wave was incarnated in the most tenuous forms of matter.
“The name of the Prince of thisradiant planet was also ‘Lucifer’,the beloved son of God. Well...”Orion paused and the sadness deepened in ‘his eyes.Then he continued, “Earth’s legends about Luciferand his hosts, are true. Pride and arrogance filled his heart and the hearts of many Luciferians. They discovered the secret of the Creative Word and sought to turn thisomnipotent force against theirbrothers. Against the EthericBeings and against the Father, andto rule the universe. You know therest of the legend —how Lucifer andhis followers were cast down fromtheir world. In simpler words, theLuciferians who were embodied inthe least dense manifestation ofmatter, fell into embodiment in one of the most dense material evolutions which is the animalistic evolution of earth.”I dared not look at him as hisfrightening words struck darkchords in my heart. “Then youmean that I. . was one of them
”I said slowly as shamed tearsof realization blinded my eyes.
“Yes, Neptune,” he saidgently, as both he and Lyra puttheir arms around me.Waves of bitter shame and sorrow flooded over me as I realized the terrible truth of Orion’s words.At last I said haltingly, “But Orion, you and Lyra and these others walking here in the garden
— who are they?”
“We were among those who didnot join the Luciferians in their revolt against the etheric hosts,” he explained gently. “Thus althoughthe Luciferians shattered our radiant planet in the holocaust oftheir war, we entered the etheric,non-material worlds in the higheroctaves of light, while the Luciferian hosts fell into the dream of mind in matter upon the dark planet of sorrows.”
“But this world?” I asked in bewilderment,
“Isn’t it the world I half remember?”
“Yes, Neptune,” Lyra said compassionately.
“This is a tiny part of what is left of that world. Youmentioned that many things wereunfamiliar such as the thunder andlightning and the nearness of thehorizon. These conditions are newto you. For we are on one of thelarger planetoids of the shatteredplanet Lucifer. It is only a fewhundred miles in diameter —hencethe nearness of the horizon. Thethunder and lightning and constantplay of colors in the atmosphereare the result of magnetic disturbances because of the close vicinity of other asteroids. The cloudsyou see above are not clouds asyou know them upon earth, butthey serve to obscure the driftingdebris of our former planet. Onlyrarely do we leave our etheric stateof being and enter our former timeframe in individualized manifestations of the most attenuated form of matter, as you see us now.”I was stunned into utter silenceand the deepest sorrow. I bowedmy head as I thought of the magnificent world I had lost
—the shining heritage I had cast away tobecome a bondsman chained inthe steel-like dungeon of densematter with its erroneous manifestations of sin, sickness, corruption, evil, decay and repeated deaths.Sobs wracked my body as I thoughtof my blinded, lost fellows ofearth. At last I murmured hesitantly, “Then all of the peoplesof earth have fallen from thisformer high estate?”Orion shook his head slowly,
“No, not all, Neptune, but vastnumbers of earthlings are formerLuciferians. About the others wewill explain to you later.”Suddenly a terrible thoughtcame to me, almost causing me tocollapse in horror as I recoiledfrom it. Stark terror was in myeyes as I looked first at Lyra andthen at Orion. I dared not voicewhat was in my mind.Orion, discerning my thought,shook his head and his wonderfuleyes radiated sympathy and understanding as he said,
“No, Neptune —have no fear, you are not inreality Lucifer. In fact you areone of the Luciferians who leastwanted to join the others.”Relief flooded over me leavingme weak and shaken, as I heardOrion's voice continuing ‘Lucifer is presently incarnated upon earth, but we may notdisclose to you his present identity.He has incarnated many times upon earth and every name is familiar even to grade school children.”I sighed heavily, trying to comprehend all the shattering truthswhich had been revealed to me byLyra and Orion. Rather incongruously then I remembered thephenomena of the flying saucersupon earth, which caused me toask, “But if we destroyed yourgreat planet, why are your discs visiting earth now?
— why did Astra contact me? Why don’t you leaveus to the fate we deserve —eachone of us buried in his individualgrave of living death?”Lyra’s hand gripped mine andOrion’s arm tightened around myshoulders, “Love is stronger thanlife and deeper than the boundlessdepths of time and space,” he saidsoftly. “While our brothers arelost in the hell of unreality andturn their blinded, imploring eyesto the mute heavens, we can neverforget them. We intercede unceasingly for your people’s liberation.Thus today every bondsman uponearth has within himself the powerthrough the mystery of the Christto cancel his captivity. Eventually all of mankind, deep-drowned in time and matter, may surface toreality if they but recognize theirbasic unity of being. When manis for man honestly and sincerelyand not selfishly arrayed againsthimself, the hour of deliverancefrom the underworld will be closeat hand. We wait beyond the great,sad river of Time and Sorrowswith open arms and hearts toreceive our lost and prodigal brothers.”
“Our discs, or saucers as earthmen term them, are in your space-time frame as harbingers of mankind’s coming resurrection from theliving death. Although our discsare essentially etheric; that is, non-material, they are controlled in such a way that they can almostinstantaneously attract atoms toany degree of material density necessary. Other space craft are also visiting earth. These are fromother worlds of various densitiesof matter, but all are operated byintelligences which are highly spiritual in nature. All are on a mission of love to the Brothers of theDark World, but mankind’s understanding of their intent and purpose will only become apparentfurther along in earth’s time dimension.”When Orion finished speakingthere was silence. I sat with bowed head as realization of the full import of his words came to me.As Neptune, fleetingly restored tomy lost timeless, deathless state, Isaw that we of earth are in realityin an underworld of illusion wherewe mistake shadows for reality anddream false dreams of separatenessfor our brothers.As these thoughts were in mymind the ringing of musical chimessounded from the sea-green building. As though this was a signaleveryone arose and entered thebuilding. Orion led us to a largedining hall. Five men and five women were already there standingat their places at a huge table. Atone end of the table was a crosswing with three vacant places. Orion indicated that I should takethe middle place While he and Lyra seated themselves on either side of me.It was an exquisite room and although there appeared to be nodirect source of light the room wasbrilliantly lighted as the substanceand colors of the room and everything in it seemed to glow with a soft, radiant light of its own.Vaguely, I seemed to remember theother persons present and theyspoke to me as to an old friend. Itwas soon apparent, however, thatthe conversation was for my solebenefit as it was obvious that everyone else exchanged thoughts telepathically. As they did so, irridescent clouds of color about them changed swiftly in shimmering huesand patterns.No servants waited upon the table. Yet it was laid out exquisitely with the most delicate platesand shimmering silverware. Oneach plate were three portions. Atriangle portion of pale amber; asquare portion of varying shadesof green; and a round portion oflavender. The beverage was clearand sparkling in a crystal goblet.These strange delicacies were themost delicious and delicately flavored foods I had ever tasted. And the sparkling drink seemed to giveimmediate renewed strength and energy.When the splendid meal was finished and everyone was preparingto leave the table, I turned andlooked at Lyra. Suddenly, I wasfully aware for the first time of allher exquisite feminine beauty andloveliness. Involuntarily, a waveof desire for her swept over me.She turned away from me and allconversation in the room ceased. I glanced hastily about; all of theothers were standing silently withbowed heads. On an opposite wallI saw my reflection in a huge mirror and embarrassment flooded over me as I saw an ugly mottled redand black cloud enveloping myhead and shoulders. I felt impureand unworthy to be in that shiningassemblage. The others left quietly, but I had the comforting feeling of their deep sympathy forme and their understanding for mysudden human weakness. Also, Ihad the strong telepathic impression that sexual desire is merelyanother of the erroneous manifestations of materiality. Upon earth it is in itself neither wrong norsinful except as it is used for selfish or destructive purposes. If motivated by love, altruism and unselfishness, the ‘sexual appetite is no more erroneous than any ofmankind’s other desires. But inthe higher spiritual worlds it is non-existent.Orion touched my arm as wewere leaving the hall. “We understand,” he said kindly.
“It is nothing, as you understand now.”I smiled gratefully at him. ButI felt tired and very sleepy. Heand Lyra accompanied me to myroom where I lay down upon thecouch. They sat beside me untilI fell into a deep sleep.When I awoke I was alone. Iwalked outside onto the terrace,but the grounds were deserted. Fora long while I stood there aloneon the balcony marveling at thatfantastically beautiful world. Apparently it was a world of eternal youth, eternal spring and eternalday although the rainbow huedclouds were always moving overhead shot with soft waves of sheetlightning and the far-away echo ofthunder never entirely ceased. Thetrees, the flowers and the grasswere miracles of color, fire andlight which in comparison madethe remembered counterfeits ofearth seem like gross and dull shadows.As I stood there marveling, Isaw Lyra come out of the adjoining building. As she called a warmgreeting I saw she was holding asmall crystal object in her hand.When she joined me she said mysteriously, “This is the seventhearth day, and through ourselves we shall take you back.”Her strange, beautiful eyes wereupon me seeming to look throughand beyond me. She did not address me either as “Neptune”, or
“Orfeo.” For some unaccountablereason this saddened me, for itmade me realize that I was now astranger and an imposter in THEIRshining world. Understanding mythought, she put her hand gentlyover mine and I saw a mist oftears in her eyes. Then she raisedthe odd crystal in her hand to herforehead. As though in magic response, a flood of exquisite melodyarose from the sea-green building —not the ethereal music of theirworld, but a hauntingly familiarstrain. As in a dream I recognizedthe stately melody of Albert HayMallote’s musical setting of theLord’s Prayer. Tears flowed unrestrainedly down my cheeks for ahalf-remembered sad people whodwelt in a strange, shadowed region called Earth.Softly she said, “You will remember this, Orfeo!”The name sounded strange uponher lips—like the name of an utterstranger. I bowed my head in bitter regret for Neptune who was —and who now was not. And forthe false shadow of Orfeo who is!Confused and perturbed I turnedhastily from her and hurried intomy room. Somehow I had thefeeling that the secret of liberationlay in the mysterious crystal panelnear my couch. But as I reachedeagerly for the controls on thepanel, I felt a gentle restraininghand upon my arm. I turned andlooked into Lyra’s wonderful eyesshining with sympathy, compassion and purest love. My ownheart swiftly responded. Then suddenly, miraculously we were as one being—enfolded in an embrace ofthe spirit untouched by sensualityor carnality. Intuitively I remembered that this was the embraceof the spirit — shared by all ofthose in the light of God’s lovethroughout the entire universe.What tragedy, I thought, that Iand my lost brothers of earth knowonly the counterfeit embrace of desire and animal passion.At that moment Orion came inthe door and as he stood transfixedhis vibrant love too enfolded us inits pure, golden unselfish light.
“Our lost brother is home at last,”he said softly.After a while Orion and Lyraseated themselves near the strangecrystal control panel and I restedupon the lounge. Orion touched acrystal disc and immediately anentire wall of the room opened upinto a huge three-dimensional void.The room darkened and I sawwithin the void a view intoouter space. But all of spacewas shining with light; thestars and suns glowed with a deepreddish glow and only the planetswere dark, The scene was focussing upon an unfamiliar part of theheavens. A sun and a number ofencircling planets were in view.Then the scene centered upon asingle planet in this unknown solarsystem. It was a smug, sleek planet and apparently as efficient as a billiard ball. But it was exceedingly dark in tone and surrounded with concentric waves of darkness.A tangible vibration or emanationcame from it — evil, unpleasantand utterly without inspiration or
‘hope. Approaching this world Isaw a glowing red dot with a long,misty tail. The fiery dot seemedirresistibly attracted to the darkworld. The two collided in a spectacular fiery display. I felt Lyra’s hand upon mine as she whispered,
“It is an immutable Law of theCosmos that too great a preponderance of evil inevitably brings about self-destruction.” The scene shifted to a different part of the universe. Anotherdark, misty world was in view, although it was not as dark as thefirst world. And about this worldthere was a vibrant feeling of lifeand hope. But again, I saw a fieryred dot approaching and it was evident that this world too was doomed. I shuddered to think what wouldhappen. But then I beheld two tiny dots coming forth from thatworld to intercept the fiery comet.Intuitively I realized that the dotswere remotely controlled by intelligent beings who were concentrating the magnetic impulses of thedots upon the comet. Suddenlythe comet apparently explodedleaving the world unscathed.Once more the scene shifted andfocused upon a third world. Obviously, this was an “in-between”world —neither as dark and hopeless as the first, nor yet as light and inspired as the second. To the left of this planet appeared another smaller body
—I recognized it as our Moon and the planet asEarth. From the earth planet several tiny space ships went out tothe moon and did not return. Thena tiny fleet of space craft wentout to the moon —but these returned to earth.Suddenly, terrifyingly, to theright of the planet earth, appearedthe fatalistic, red, fiery dot. Swiftly, it increased in size leaving behind it a fiery tail of flame. Itwas evident that the comet wasbeing drawn irresistibly towardearth. Neither Lyra or Orionspoke, but a strange voice said,
“In the time dimension of Earthit is now the year 1986.”As I shuddered and waited anxiously, the portentous scene slowly faded from the screen. I turnedexcitedly to Orion, “But what happens to earth?” I implored him.Orion and Lyra both lookedcompassionately at me as Oriongently replied, “That depends entirely upon your brothers of earth and their progress in Unity, Under-standing and Brotherly Love during the time period left them between the so-called Now and theyear 1986. All spiritual help possible will be given to them, notonly by ourselves but by othersin the universe. We believe thatthey and their world will be saved,but in no time frame, or dimension,is the future ever written irrevocably. If their planet is destroyed, it means another fall for theentities of earth into even densermeshes of materiality and unreality. As you love your brothers ofearth, Orfeo, fight to your dyingbreath to help them toward a worldof love, light and Unity.”With those awful and awesomewords, he got up and slowly walked from the room,leaving me alone with Lyra.She smiled gently into my eyesand touched the mysterious crystal panel. Immediately the incredible, huge, three-dimensional screenbecame active again. But no longer were we looking into the boundless depths of space and time. Instead, I saw the familiar outlines of the Lockheed plant in Burbank.There was the shop in which Iworked. Then the scene shifted inside the plant — I,Dave Donnegan and Richard Butterfield. I saw the radomes and my working companions.An unpleasant sensation came over me as though I werefainting as though I werefading into the huge screen and becoming an active part of the scene I was viewing. Terrified, I turned to call to Lyra, but she was no longer there only a mist. Then I blacked out!My next conscious perceptionwas my strange “awakening” onthe job at Lockheed with all of myincredible experiences of those seven days seemingly utterly obliterated from my mind.Oh, as I lay there beneath thestars that night, it was all suddenlycrystal clear to me. My bewildered, frightening awakening uponearth. My sudden terrible revulsion with everything I saw uponearth as compared with the wonderworld I had left, although as yetonly my subconscious mind understood.I remembered my fellow workers, Dave Donnegan and RichardButterfield and their reactions tomy strange behavior and suddenapparently unreasoning outburst.In the greater scope of my newunderstanding I realized how noblythey had caught me up and sustained me by their own strengththrough those critical moments ofmy “awakening”. It was so clearly evident to me then that bothDave and Richard had the samebasic inherent qualities of goodnessand nobility as those godlike beingsof that other world. They are bothsimple, humble men —average workers like myself
—and yet POTENTIAL GODS! If only they andothers like them KNEW and couldREALIZE their DIVINITY —their kinship with God and thegreater world of TRUE REALITY! If every man and womanupon earth could but grasp the great essential basic truth thatWE ARE ALL ONE AND AN INTEGRAL PART OF GOD, (more on that) - thenindeed all of mankind’s difficulttrials and bitter tribulations wouldbe over. If only in the abstractwe could momentarily attain thisillumination the heavy chains ofmaterial bondage would fall fromour burdened bodies and our counterfeit world of darkness would vanish in true light.Today, I believe with all myheart, soul and body in my brothers of earth. Because of the innate goodness, honesty, nobility andhelpful fellowship of the countlessother men and women like DaveDonnegan and Richard Butterfield, my undying faith in and love for humanity is forever instilled.Even though our greater brothersof that shining, lost, wonder worldshould offer to take me back to myformer place among them, I shouldhave to refuse. My lot is foreverwith my fellows of earth! I willfight courageously with them andfor them in the undying belief thatthe good in our hearts will triumphover the evil. In the convictionthat every human being upon earthtrapped in Eternity and grantedonly one small awareness at a time,will be liberated from the prison ofunreality and attain again his great lost heritage.copied from https://archive.org/details/mysticmagazine061954