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AUTOBIOGRAPHY
- PART : III
Well what was going on was very strange to say the least, the more
we proceeded and passed through the narrow streets of Plaka, the more I was immersed and
engulfed by the power of the vibrations of the words that John was showering me with...
The impression was, and I will never forget it that he was in a mysterious way opening a
"no man's zone", or more precisely, it gave me the effect that we were passing
over "the other side" of the Red Sea just like Moses had done... cutting the sea
into two, opening a gap for us to cross over and reach "the other side". Why did
I have that impression? I think it is because, I knew and experienced that John and I were
crossing another dimension - going through an extraordinary experience where time had
stopped and space disappeared. We were "out of time" and "out of the
body" living full awakened consciousness...just observing and being untouched by what
was going on around us. However, Harris and Andreas were becoming more and more nervous
and Harris whispered in Greek in my ear <" Is John going crazy or what?">
I did not respond, but was saddened by the fact that our Greek friends were not part of
this mysterious event. They were both very busy trying to find a restaurant, entering in
each one of them, looking around and asking John to follow them in... But John was
ignoring their appeal and our friends started to become more nervous and anxious. At one
point, I can't remember which one of our Greek friends said to me in Greek < "
Tell John that it is very late and the restaurants are full, he should stop climbing
higher, because there are no more restaurants up there, it is just the slope and rocks of
the Acropolis. Look up, there are no more lights, no road, just a narrow passage curving
around the rocks of the Acropolis, only the very poor live there. We never venture up
there, because they say that it is dangerous, the Plaka and the restaurants stop right
here, look... let us turn back, please tell him to stop climbing higher"> . The
other friend tried again without success to make us stop: < Let us hope that we
can find a table in any one of the restaurants here> he said. But John was in a
different world, an invisible thread was guiding every one of his steps, he was going
somewhere, I knew that intuitively, so I silently followed him, ignoring the pleas of our
Greek hosts. I myself had started to LIVE IN TWO WORLDS. I was listening to the voices
and sounds on this world, but was crossing, passing through this world at the same time...
was I in a kind of limbo? A mysterious space was starting to appear, it was taking me back
into the past
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 the 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...
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
< " I AM THE ONLY ONE ALIVE HERE -
YOU ARE ALL STILL DEAD...!!!">
At that exact moment I looked up at the wall behind
my two Greek friends. I had not noticed it before, but facing me there was a fresco
painted on the wall - why had I not seen the fresco before? I don't know, maybe the reason
was that my head was turned to my left where John was sitting... Well, the fresco on this
wall was painted by another artist. It was a very fine and beautifully painted scene
representing a shepherd sitting under an olive tree, playing his pan flute, he looked as
if he was waiting and protecting three little lambs... who were sleeping next to each
other... surrounding the whole scene was a wooden fence... I understood immediately the
meaning... the "coincidence" and the "magic" of what had happened... I
was overjoyed by what I witnessed. John was indeed my guide, the master who is about to
help me awaken on this plane.. On our return to our hotel, we had to separate from our
Greek friends, because they were going back to their homes and we were going to our hotel.
Once alone in the taxi, I told John about my discoveries and my excitement at what I had
seen and felt... he smiled and said something that is personal... But what he said
transformed my whole life.
Two months later, I was in
London, and as a
consequence of this incredible true story and encounter, I stayed there for three
years and a half,
to study psychosynthesis... for a while I had to abandon my esoteric studies and learn to
"wound" myself and open my vulnerability and heart to the world in which I had
to live and come ALIVE. It was a painful process but I had to pass through it...and having
done so, I have absolutely no regrets...
On 17 March 1999 I went back to Athens with three
good trusting friends from Cyprus, we did not know what was going to happen, but we knew
that we had to go to Eleusis. This part of my own autobiography will be added at a later
date... When I feel ready to do so.
Thank you my friends to have
followed me as far...
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