AUTOBIOGRAPHY  - PART : III

Under the Acropolis - A strange looking hut - I Am Alive!

A past that had suddenly become the present and alive again in my consciousness... the more John intoned his incredible incomprehensible words, the more I was entering and penetrating deeper into a different level of reality...The soul and egregore of the Ancient Mysteries of Greece were awakening in my heart and as we proceeded in our climb, the lights surrounding us became dimmer. We were penetrating a dark side of Athens...There was no more electricity around, just petrol and oil lamps hanging near the windows and doors carved in the rocks of the hills of the Acropolis. We could detect a few flower pots of geranium here and there. These were the only human touches that told us that people live in here, in the rocks they had built their homes, it was touching and surreal...Only silence reigned, and the noise of our own steps on the stones and rough soil under our feet. John's chanting had suddenly stopped... and our two friends were still trying to make us return back down where all the noises, sounds and glitter of Plaka had long disappeared from the scene... Harris attempted for a last time and said <"It is dangerous to stay here, as you can see John there are no more restaurants here, no more road, no more lights and on top of this, we can be attacked because it is not a safe place, please let us turn back"> but John was not listening and went on higher up climbing the narrow pathway round the hill as if he knew where he was going...His chanting had suddenly stopped... It seemed that his search had come to a close and that he was about to reach his destination...

A strange looking hut

Suddenly, out of nowhere appeared on our right, a little hut made of mud and painted white... it was a very strange looking mud house. John entered it first... the owner of this humble and poor tavern came out immediately with a worried look on his face and said to Harris <" tell your foreign friend that this place is not right for him, the good restaurants are down there in Plaka, this place is only frequented by the poor living around the rocks of the Acropolis">. So, John asked Harris to say that on the contrary this was exactly the right place that he wanted to be in. Now I have to describe the interior of this humble dwelling. I will never forget what I saw that night...We entered a simple room in which were a few benches and tables. There were no chairs, no electricity, but enough oil lamps to be able to see... very uncomfortable surroundings, with strange looking people sitting around dirty tables. But what was amazing and shocking at the same time was the paintings or frescoes on the walls surrounding this humble place... This tiny little Greek tavern was filled with naive frescoes of drunken characters, with bottles in their hands, red noses, throwing up drunkards, dogs pissing on lampposts... in other words very disturbing scenes... really, how could people sit there and eat! But my shock was not an unpleasant one, because I knew that this was no ordinary "dinner party" John who I had first met in such extraordinary circumstances during an initiation on one of the astral planes, was a real person that I had just met for the first time a few days ago... This was real! and here I was now witnessing something strange, sharing my dinner with drunken, gross and vulgar people looking at me from the walls of an old Greek tavern filled with lewd and who knows what kind of people...Strangely, I felt completely at home because of John of course... If he wanted to dine in this place, I trusted his judgment and it was fine with me... but... John did not stop there... he turned around the corner of the small dining room and entered through a doorway on his right... the owner of the tavern came again surprised by what was going on and said to Harris, that if we wanted to sit in the tiny adjacent room, we were welcome to do so as this was his own little corner and personal table... John was satisfied and at last we sat down on the two benches facing each other... Harris and Andreas had to give in, they were too hungry and probably did not want to offend John who was, after all, their guest of honor.

John is a well known French mystic who has written many books, some of which are translated in English, but as he wants me to keep his name secret, I have to respect his wishes*. So, coming back to my story, our two Greek friends started asking many interesting questions on the Greek Mysteries, philosophy, esoteric and mystical subjects of all sorts, and I was doing the same, hungrily absorbing what John was saying... this conversation went on for a couple of hours when suddenly out of the blue... John's facial expression and body started to change...he looked as if he was growing in size and becoming a man possessed of a god like power, a power and an extraordinary aura enveloped him. His countenance became so powerful that all three of us stopped breathing for a moment and we were speechless... something was suddenly going on, there was a mystery unfolding and we were to witness it... John was transfigured in front of us and he started laughing aloud in a frightening manner... it shattered, cut deep into our consciousness... a slumbering unconscious part within us was forcefully awakened ... it smashed our indolence and I was electrified... Andrea started sobbing like a child, Harris was shocked and froze, I could tell because they were both sitting opposite me... I was buoyant and excited with joy... Why? For no reason... This is what happened and then something extraordinary happened... John spoke with a loud and explosive voice