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It’s beautiful up there. But mountaineering isn’t for everyone. This Internet user has another solution. She’s a philosopher. She doesn’t need mountain hiking, extreme sports or fairground attractions<\/a> to get dizzy. She simply considers the vastness of the universe. Let’s listen to her. She’s a warrior.<\/span><\/p>\n

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“Sometimes I get dizzy thinking that we live, evolve and exist in a Universe we know nothing about.<\/em> The Universe we think is infinite…<\/em> It frightens me to think that the Universe has always been there…<\/em> That it has no walls, floors or ceilings!<\/em> That, in the end, we’re nothing…<\/em> Just a microscopic speck of dust among millions of billions of others.<\/em> A tiny planet populated by beings of no great importance compared to everything else in the Universe.<\/em> The human being is just a micro-particle.<\/em> He is in no way superior to other living beings.<\/em> He is not superior to anything else in this Universe.<\/em> He Is … but he is nothing.”<\/em> (Jan Seryen)<\/p>\n

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Part One<\/h4>\n

Leaving the Body<\/h1>\n

Thank you to her for expressing what each of us, warriors of the infinite<\/a>, may have felt at some point in our existence. And we’ve never been able to forget that moment of vertigo; it’s so real, so powerful! More real than many things we believe to be real, which are merely mental projections.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The reality of the astral<\/a> is of this absolute nature. Once you’ve experienced it, you can’t get over it. Our greatest desire is to go back<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\nI’ve been consciously exiting my body since I was a child. The first one I remember clearly was when I was twelve. The second, even more incredible, was when I was sixteen. Since then, I’ve lived through the Rochefort years, with the two friends who have meant the most to me, my almost-brother Devic<\/a> and J-Cl. Flornoy<\/a>, my benefactor<\/a>. In those days, every day brought its share of wonders. The new was jostling for position on the doormat. When you opened the door, you never knew where that simple gesture would lead.
\nBut today… Today! It’s a thousand times crazier. I’ve never felt so alive, never been such a stranger in this world where so many people are bored and despairing. And with good reason: all the signs are pointing to the dark times ahead. For the vast majority of our contemporaries, the future has never been so depressing. And yet it’s not!<\/p>\n

\nAll it takes is one tiny step sideways, one tiny slip, one mini chass\u00e9 step, and nothing resembles this grey purgatory any more. The gigantic sun of Arcturus<\/a> dazzles us. The round of giant galaxies sweeps us along in its frantic race. The poor, everyday spectacle we see from our windows has suddenly been transformed into a cosmic ballet that invites us to embark on the great, the impossible, the unbelievable Adventure of the Soul. And that’s what I’m going to talk to you about.<\/p>\n

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The First Jumps<\/h4>\n

Now I’m being a serious, boring teacher. It’s not like me<\/a>. Change of diet.<\/p>\n

I wanted to make sure I didn’t confuse my out-of-body jumps<\/a> with an ordinary dream. At first, I gave them numbers, starting with my third jump, since the first two had taken place in full consciousness. As soon as I left my body, I said out loud: Jump 3! And the astral journey began. Ditto for the next one: Jump 4! But when I got to the sixth one and shouted Jump 6! I laughed like a whale and went back to my body like an idiot.<\/p>\n

After that I told myself I was going to stop this mania. The last thing I wanted was to shout Jump 7! only to find myself threading my body like a sock. I didn’t need to count anymore, I was sure I could control my quantum leaps into infinity<\/a>. Astral travel is the shock of infinity and the experience of vertigo, as this Internet user so aptly put it. I was going to write astronaut, but so was she. This vertigo seizes us without warning, as soon as we leave our bodies and come face to face with infinity. I should say infinity.<\/p>\n

Infinity is unique by nature, because it is infinite. I soon discovered that infinity is twofold, and that I’m right in between. The first contact revealed my very smallness in the face of the boundless universe. By the age of twelve, I had already experienced metaphysical vertigo.<\/p>\n

Since then I’ve come to understand that astral travel<\/a> almost always begins this way, with a cosmic vertigo. If we consider our inner universe, the vertigo is just as great. Double infinity, double vertigo.<\/p>\n

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The Motionless Axis<\/h4>\n

The second vertigo is the opposite and the complement of vertigo in the face of infinity. Faced with the infinitely small, microcosmic vertigo reveals our omnipotence in the face of the micro-universe that inhabits us down to the infinitesimal. This ineffable experience does not come immediately to us. But when it does, it’s not our greatness that dazzles us, nor our smallness that overwhelms us, it’s a peaceful blend of the two: the intoxicating sensation of being a crossroads, a point.<\/p>\n

Of being only a point, of course, but an infinite point. The blossoming coexistence of opposites. The exhilarating certainty of being the immovable axis around which the wheel of the world turns. I identified with the Yggdrasil ash tree<\/a> of Viking<\/a> legend. I saw the outside world in all its vastness spinning around me, and inside me, inside the axis that I was, I saw the infinitely small.<\/p>\n

It was a very exhilarating feeling, and I didn’t feel the pride of the donkeys and gurus<\/a>, because compared to the tyrannosaurus, the dragon of the origins, the gigantic blue whale, what does the pride of the ant weigh? And I said to myself that a philosopher ant must feel the infinitely small in its dizzying body, just as I do.<\/p>\n

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Multi-Cosmic Vertigo<\/h4>\n

There are other metaphysical vertigoes that can be discovered later, or not at all. Among them is multi-cosmic vertigo. This particular vertigo takes hold of the subject who has the concrete experience of the multiverse. Beware, this vertigo is terribly powerful. I’ve outlined the correct inner approach here, but I wouldn’t recommend this practice without enlightened assistance, or consistent experience of astral flight.<\/p>\n

From the vertigo of the immensity of the universe<\/a>, visualize an infinite number of parallel universes, all as vast as the first, all vertiginously close to each other. Your task is to slip into one of them, any one of them, and return to that pivotal point where you can penetrate an infinite number of others. I’ve named this particular place the Multiplier<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I can provide the training for all these practices. I’ve already taken a bunch of readers astral. These infinity travelers were supervised, their progress controlled, their experiences measured and short-lived. There have been several series of group astral flights. One of them ended badly for me, as I was used as a shield by the entire pack of Flying Wolves<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Astral Masters<\/h4>\n

But it calmed me down. I realized that danger exists in the astral, a sensation I’d never experienced on my solo flights. That’s when I met the Archons<\/a>. These powerful beings can beat us all to a pulp if they want to. They’ve been in charge of this planet since time immemorial. They created the first man, a sort of soulless robot. They perfected him to such an extent that the Great Goddess<\/a> saw fit to give him an immortal soul, supra consciousness<\/a>.<\/p>\n

The Archons are highly intelligent, but lack this supra-consciousness. For them, the death of the body is the end of the game. They have no chance of reaching the Pleroma, where the immortal souls are. Their corpse disappears like a dream, seemingly melting into the ground or into space. Their domain is the netherworld, just beneath our feet. But they can also evolve in the astral. They are masters of this technique and didn’t appreciate my taking a busload of tourists there.<\/p>\n

Hence their anger and my punishment. A terrible bolt of lightning broke my neck. I’m still suffering from it after all these years. After what I’ve learned about them, I know I was very lucky. They could have squashed me like the mosquito I am next to them.<\/p>\n

So many times I’ve been close to death! And I’m still with you. I have always enjoyed unfailing protection. Why is that? I don’t know why. But I thank someone for it. For whom? I don’t know who. The more it goes on, the less I know.<\/p>\n

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When emptiness reaches the inside of the skull, that is the beginning of wisdom<\/p>