The Goddess Columbia - Part 3
The Ghost Capitol’s Illuminating Djed Ceremony
9/23/02
All the spirits of the Ghost Capitol were gathered together around the Washington Monument. Cleopatra and I arrived just as the crowd was coalescing into a large, fifty-person-deep ring around the towering monolith.
“I must move towards the center,” She said to me, “and ready myself for the role I have to play in the ceremony. You can everything easily from out here.”
“Alright, I’ll hang back,” I said, not really wanted to push my way through the crowd anyway. Cleopatra winked at me, then disappeared into the crush of astral forms. Everyone was moving around the monument in a counter-clockwise motion, so I joined in, keeping quiet since I didn’t know any of the spirits closest to me.
“Hello my friend,” came a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw the smiling face of Joseph Smith, the Mormon Prophet. He quickened his step and walked beside me as we continued circling the monument.
“So what exactly is this ceremony all about?” I asked. “I take it that our solar system is coming into a special alignment with the center of the galaxy?” I was trying to remember the details of the event, as I had read about it recently (thank you Vincent!).
“I believe the correct term is the Cube of Space,” Smith replied. “It is an alignment formed once every 13,000 years, in which the Earth, the other bodies in our system, and the edge of the Milky Way, all align with galactic center. This forms the Djed, the seven-stepped ascension ladder of Osiris.”
“So what?” I asked. “Why does that matter?”
“The galaxy is a living organism, and cosmic energies flow through its parts like blood courses through the veins of your body. A major influx of celestial blood is coursing towards us right now, in fact, it has just about arrived. When it does it will change the very substance of reality itself. New information and a new metamorphosis will begin to manifest. This is the beginning of the Apocalypse!”
“I’ve heard that before,” I said dismissively. “What does it really mean to me as an individual? Is Jesus riding in on a white horse? Or perhaps it is Kolob who is on his way…?”
“Hah!” Smith said, slapping me on the back. “You are thinking too literally. Besides, you know should know by now that Kolob is not a person, but a state of being.”
“What state is that?”
“As God was, man is. As God is, man will become,” the Prophet said.
“Thanks,” I shot back sarcastically. “That makes things SOOOOOO much clearer!”
His face lost its humor and became dead serious. He pulled me out of the crowd and over to a small grove, near the fountains I have visited often.
“You need to change your attitude,” the Prophet admonished me. “Look over there.”
He pointed to a large space on the lawn in front of the Washington Monument. The astral air there began to shimmer, and as it did, I could hear female voices singing from within the inner circle of the crowd.
“The Daughters of Isis have begun the Djed invocation,” Smith said ominously. “Behold!”
There was no mistaking the shape appearing there on the lawn: The Great Pyramid of Giza. It quickly finished manifesting as the singing grew louder. The very top of the Pyramid, unfinished here as in real life, was occupied by the glowing All-Seeing Eye of Providence.
“The moment is upon us!” Joseph declared. “In Egypt, upon the ancient Giza plateau, the Sacred Djed has returned!”
The light from the All-Seeing Eye burst forth, one large stream hitting the Washington Monument like a lightning rod. It flowed down the sides of the monolith and then dispersed throughout the crowd.
“Here we go!” Smith shouted as the wave of light came at us.
The energies hit me and I was instantly dissolved within it. My mind spread out like a flower unfolding at an incredible speed. I lost all sense of personal boundaries, my perception exploded, and I joined with everyone else in a kind of communal consciousness. This great unimind reached up towards the stars, carrying me with it as it ascended the path of the Djed alignment. We were one superorganism travelling along at the speed of light- no, faster than that, at the speed of thought itself.
Then time fell apart. As our unimind raced up into the stars, passing out of the solar system along the galactic edge, towards the core of the Milky Way, it seemed like moments along that astral line broke off and came into focus simultaneously. I saw the Earth from orbit, then the rings of Saturn, then the solar system as whole, its disk falling away from us. Several other points out in the midst of the cosmos also lined up in my multiple vision, all of them clear and perceptible at the same time. I felt like an insect, with many eyes looking at many different things at once.
My mind was melting. It was too much. I screamed.
And then it all stopped, and I was IN the galactic core. The sight of it was so mindbending, so beautiful, and so terrifying, that my mind instantly began to dump the information I was perceiving as it came towards me. I could not possibly describe the celestial wonders that I beheld. The sight reduced me to a blubbering idiot and all I could do was stare. The others within the unimind had varying degees of similar shock, though being dead they seemed to be able to handle it much better than I.
After an eternity of this (or so it seemed) the effect was reversed and our collective souls were pulled backwards along the Djed path, falling back to Earth’s little corner of the galaxy.
I was now back on the lawn before the Washington Monument in the Ghost Capitol. But it was not the same. I was alone.
This is when things got REALLY wild. The buildings and monuments began to pulse, coming alive right before me. I could sense a strange set of communications passing between them. This frequency of messages all flowed in one direction: Towards the Great Pyramid. The All-seeing Eye above was collecting them.
I walked over to the Pyramid and was caught in some kind of magnetic pull. My astral form floated along the sides of the structure, until I reached a small hole in its upper part. Then I was sucked into it, down the shaft that led to the King’s Chamber deep inside.
When I arrived in the chamber I was immediately hit with the vision of the galactic core, its awesome celestial weirdness again baffling my mind and sending me into a near-catatonic state.
“Hold the vision in your mind,” I heard a voice- Joseph Smith’s voice- say to me. “Do not flee from it. Embrace the clarity it brings.”
I struggled to do this. As I resisted the urge to run from the sights before me, lines of energy took shape and seemed to enclose the vision. I managed to hold on, though I could feel parts of my psyche melting with the heat of this mindbending spectacle. The strange lines formed a cube, which contained the vision, and then suddenly the cube was sitting before me in the King’s Chamber, and Smith was standing next to it.
“Now, the ceremony is almost complete,” he said, as produced a long torch base, very intricately inlaid with gold and silver symbols. The bottom of the base came to a point, so that the whole piece resembled a horn of some kind. Smith slammed the unlit torch down onto the top of the celestial cube, the point penetrating deep into the top of it.
Next, he spoke a long series of words that I could not even begin to recall, so alien and otherwordly were they. But as he said them, light began to collect in the top of the torch, until there was a glowing ball of illuminating energies.
“Now, take it!” he ordered.
I grasped the torch of light and pulled it free from the cube.
“Your Mistress lit this torch once before,” the Prophet said, “in a life She lived at the climax of the Atlantis-Lemuria War. Illuminati agents have been searching for it ever since. But She was clever, and hid it where they could not look. When I first became Kolob, Cleopatra revealed it to me. I held it in trust for you, safe within the Secret Treasury, until this moment.”
I gazed into the ball of light and died. Yes, I died. My life came to an end and my soul separated from everything it has known in this corporeal form.
My consciousness became one with the light.
“Now you have a task to perform,” said a voice from behind us. It was none other than President Adam Weishaupt. “Meet me in the Ghost White House. As Providence has decreed, the time is now for illumination.”
Then light explode then, and suddenly we were once again before the Washington Monument. The crowd was there, dispersing.
I sat down on the grass, holding the torch before me. Or was I in the light, watching Steve sit there holding my vessel? I could not decide, so I closed my eyes and split off some of my consciousness, returning to the world of flesh for a brief respite from the perceptual intensity and metamorphic wonder of the moment.