The Goddess Columbia - Part 4
Awakening the Goddess Columbia Finale
9/23/02
After taking a breather back in the physical world, I returned to the astral plane. Again I was holding the glowing cosmic torch, while I was simultaneously present AS the light OF the torch.
I made my way to the gates of the Ghost White House. President Adam Weishaupt was waiting for me there. The light within the torch increased its glow, and inside that light, my consciousness continued to expand. I was seeing into dimensions of spacetime that I never knew existed. My awareness was split into three separate sections: Steve holding the torch; the being of light inside the torch; and a third level, now looking into crazy hyperspatial realms consisting of perceptions impossible for me to put into words.
“Come,” the President invited, “the darkness awaits your illumination.”
We walked across the ellipse and into the White House itself. Weishaupt led as I followed, passing through the maze of rooms within until we reached a glowing door made of silver and gold, bearing the same symbols that were inscribed on the torch’s base.
My self within the light told the me holding the torch what to do. Out of my mouth poured words similar to those Joseph Smith had spoken inside the Great Pyramid. I did not consciously know what they meant, but the effect was immediate: the door swung back, revealing the darkness within.
“I cannot enter,” Weishaupt said. “You must go alone.”
I passed through the doorway and found myself at the top of a set of stairs. I descended carefully, proceeding slowly, my mind still being distracted by the increasingly escalating perceptions of that third hyperspatial level. Was I communicating with something on that third frequency?
NO, came a voice that was me-of-the-light. YOU SEE HER DREAMS.
“Who is She?” I spoke out loud to my other self.
COLUMBIA, came the reply.
This suddenly made complete sense to me, as I remembered that the city of Washington DC was in fact constructed as an energy grid designed to give birth to the sleeping Goddess, Columbia, who was to be the new consciousness of the Earth itself.
“So that was the whole point of the Djed Ceremony?” I asked. “To awaken
Columbia?”
YES. IT IS OUR DESTINY TO DO SO.
I came to the bottom of the steps and found myself in a large circular chamber. The floor was a huge map of the stars, laid out to express the galactic center alignment now occuring. The light within the torch was no blazing like a star, and the third frequency of my perceptions was filling almost all of my mind’s eye.
THE VIRGO CLUSTER, my voice within the light said. STAND OVER IT.
Even though I was not exactly clear on where that would be, the torch seemed
to be pulling me to the right spot.
INVOKE THE GODDESS.
Again I was fed the strange words of an unknown tongue. As I spoke them the figure of a beautiful naked woman appeared on the floor next to me. She had long blonde hair, which seemed to glow of if it were really made of light.
CALL HER NAME.
“Columbia!” I said forcefully. As I spoke, that weird third level of my awareness ceased, faded away, and she opened her magnificent blue eyes.
The Goddess rose and stretched, Her bare breasts a sight of perfect beauty too wonderful to describe. Light glowed from Her head, Her pubic region and under Her arms, casting Her form in a soothing aura. As I stood there in awe, She smiled.
“America,” She said in soft, musical voice. Then She came to me and grasped the torch. Her hands closed over my own and we shared a moment of silent communion. Inside the light, my second self seemed more real to me. I was more looking at Steve than looking AS Steve.
Columbia took the torch from me. I made no effort to resist. In the light, the other me knew that it was the right thing to do.
She held it in Her right hand, raising it above Her head. As She did this, a book appeared in her other hand. It was silver and had the year 2002 written on its cover in gold.
“Liberty and light to all,” She said.
Then I heard a tortured, frantic scream from above. Adam Weishaupt fell from the darkness and landed in a confused heap next to us. He writhed on the floor, hissing and spitting, as he metamorphosed into his evil reptilian form, which resembled a velociraptor.
Columbia looked down, as the light from Her torch flowed out and then engulfed him. As She continued to smile the light increased, causing the raptor-thing to squirm even more, fighting for his life against the powers of the awakened Goddess. Then there was a startling explosion as the reptilian creature split from its human host. The soul of President Weishaupt, looking again like his normal form, was separated from the raptor, which melted into a heap of goo.
“Free at last!” he screamed with joy, and turned to Columbia, kneeling at her feet.
“Liberty and light to all,” She repeated.
Within the light of the torch, my other self continued to commune with Her in a way I cannot describe. That other me sent this “Steve” me the following message:
NOW THAT I AM HERE WITH HER I WILL NEVER LEAVE. YOU MUST RETURN TO THE BODY
BUT YOUR SOUL HAS NOW CHANGED. YOU AND I ARE ONE WITH HER AND SO IT SHALL
ALWAYS BE. ALL HAIL ABRAXAS!