Journey Into A Cult: Mystical Awakenings

by Kathleen Y. Rattigan

Overview

Innocence, inexperience, curiosity and free will…When the Goddess meets the male ego, a power struggle of frightening and dramatic proportions leads to abduction and forcible confinement.
Follow me into the realms of meditation, visualization and spiritual, mystical awakening. Who knew this journey would lead me from mind-numbing terror to awe inspiring grace and love?
Did I ignore the danger signs? The escalating struggle for sanity and safety tells a tale of honor and courage – who, me?
From this surreal experience I emerged metamorphosized into truth, light and love, behold, a Light Worker.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781452551661
Publisher:	Balboa Press
Publication date:	06/27/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	110
File size:	215 KB

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Journey Into A Cult

Mystical Awakenings

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By Kathleen Y. Rattigan

BALBOA PRESS

Copyright © 2012 Kathleen Y. Rattigan
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4525-5167-8

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Chapter One

Out Of Body Experiences

Did you ever dream you were flying, and woke up to find out it was true? My first time, which led to the death of my dull existence and the birth of an extraordinary adventure, happened at a time of enormous unhappiness in my life. Home was an isolated and bigoted French Canadian hamlet nestled high in the hills of apple orchard country in Quebec, Canada.

One summer evening, when my life was still grinding on run-of-the-mill and tedious, I fell asleep and woke up, but not in my body; I was hovering above the trees of the apple orchard next to my home. There was no sensation of fear – only a sense of timelessness, peace and a very different awareness of self. Looking down, I began to drift, as a balloon would, feeling no sensation of flight, floating gently along, watching the play of moon shadows on the skeleton trees below me. After a time I pivoted upwards and beheld the night sky soft and hazy with tumultuous clouds of purple, silver and grey, the moon peering misty and vague behind their cover. At that moment, my memory fades.

The next morning I opened my eyes to vivid recall of this incident and comforted myself by calling it "just a dream". All that day I felt vague and distorted by these memories, unable to chase away the gut feeling that the strong reality of this "dream" was unlike any previous experience I could recall. The rest of the week passed and the memories faded into the background of my mind as daily life continued to unfold uneventfully.

Seven days later, it happened again, with a new and unsettling twist. I woke up AS I was leaving my body. I was wide-awake, highly conscious, and yet my physical body was rigid and felt paralyzed. There was a drawing, gathering, lifting sensation, and then I floated free, hovering 2-3 feet above my body, staring up at the ceiling. "Outside," I was screaming inside my mind, "I've got to get outside," and yet before I left, I turned over and for the reality check of my life, saw my body below, sprawled out in deceptively peaceful slumber.

Without knowing how I accomplished it, I suddenly popped through my ceiling and rooftop to the hushed night air and zoomed straight upward. It was again a clouded, moon lit sky-space. This night the moon wore a shroud of soft, pale blue mist, shining clearly up ahead of me, a light at the end of a long, dark tunnel of clouds. I flew high, glancing down only once, seeing my familiar trees appearing as small as fence posts. I had the sense of being totally alone in this strange new world, there were no sounds to be heard, it was as if I was engulfed in a bubble, and the only thing I heard were my own thoughts. My sense of self was so different, yet, it felt comforting and familiar at the same time. My fear had left me, because it had only been the fear my physical body had experienced at the strong sensation of us parting – at this moment, my memory fades.

A new door had cracked open in my life and an adventure was beginning. I began to search for some kind of explanation of what was happening to me. I had no one I could ask, I did not even know the name of what I was experiencing. Remember, I lived in a very isolated French Catholic community where I was as a complete outsider, because not only I was new to their area, but I was also English. I can understand why I would feel so all alone when I was out flying among the clouds. I was not to remain alone for long, however.

A meteor shower was heading towards earth and the news stations were promising us that this would produce a spectacular night show that no one should miss. The promised date arrived, and I was eagerly looking forward to watching this heavenly show of falling stars. The evening, however, turned dark and overcast and I went to sleep that night sorely disappointed that I would miss such a special show. That was the night that I met my first spirit guide.

I do not remember leaving my body, yet I came to alert consciousness with a start – staring at our planet, our beautiful blue pearl, Earth, from a vantage viewpoint out in space. I stared in utter amazement at the being perched beside me, a glorious figure outlined in a shimmering halo of golden fire. While I could see no definite features, this figure radiated gentle humor and love at me. He (for it felt male to me) laughed softly and said, "Well, you wanted to see the meteor shower didn't you?" I laughed in delight and proceeded to watch the most stunning sight imaginable, the meteors exploding into bursts of flame as they hit earths' atmosphere.

As the show progressed, this being and I communicated silently, mind to mind, and he filled my mind with wondrous questions and answers. He asked if I was interested in continuing this level of exploration, and would I be willing to start to walk the path of spiritual awakening? He warned me, "Life will change for you and the experiences that come will be profound and, at times, frightening". Little then did I realize how true this would be, how at times I would want to run away from this new awareness, and return to being "asleep", which is the state, my guide said, that most of us are in until we begin to spiritually awaken.

The following morning I had again retained clear memory of this encounter. My reality was shaken to the core of my being. How was I to find answers, where could I turn to discover the explanations behind these other worldly experiences? Unbeknownst to me were forces already at work in my life, and there were events racing towards me to take me by the hand and lead me into a world I had never dared to imagine.

Chapter Two

I Meet A "Teacher"

In the little community where I dwelt, there were only a few English-speaking people. Just down the road, in a little trailer house, lived a woman, about my age, also English speaking, with whom I had a nodding acquaintance. She was also isolated in this area as her spoken French was no better than mine was. Loneliness drove us together and we began to meet for coffee. For the sake of protecting her privacy, I name her Pearl. We discussed the usual things women everywhere talk about when they get together, our husbands, our neighbors, and children and so on. Pearl had lived here for the past few years and was an endless fount of stories and gossip about our fellow residents that she told with a wonderfully vicious sense of humor.

My morning habits included early walks in the woods situated near my home and, as my walks ended, I would head to Pearls house for my first cup of java, and my daily dose of laughter and sharing of good woman talk. As our relationship progressed into issues of a more personal nature, I began to feel the need, for the first time, to speak of my out-of-body experiences. To my surprise and relief, she was very open and curiously interested in these episodes. As it so happened, Pearl had just read in the newspaper about a new type of course or workshop in Montreal. Montreal, Quebec, is a large city, a multicultural, sophisticated center, offering a plethora of activities to suit all people who live or visit her. The advertisement that Pearl referred to was an invitation to an introductory lecture concerning the "powers of the mind."

Something deep inside me began to feel an intense excitement and yet also a nervous sense of expectation. The trip from our little country hideaway to Montreal took over an hour, so after some phone calls to the number given in the ad, and some detailed directions, my friend and I decided this was something to be explored.

The date of the lecture loomed large in my mind, and I could hardly wait to go. The night finally arrived, and Pearl and I arrived in Montreal early to find a good parking spot and attain front row seats. The hall was already filling up when we went in so we quickly took our places and settled in to await the arrival of the speaker. Trying to be discreet, I took many quick looks around me, my curiosity burning as to what type of people would be curious to learn about the powers of the mind. Lo and behold, they were just people, people of all ages, of both sexes, from all lifestyles, ordinary, seemingly everyday people. Ordinary people on the outside that is, but inside was a spark of something different, a glimmer of magic and mystery, a seeking, questing spirit in search of answers to unknown questions.

Right on the dot of 7:00 p.m. in he walked. He strode up to the front of the hall, took his place and coolly looked us over, as were doing the same to him. There was another brief flurry of activity as a group of his "graduates" walked in – these being people who had already taken his workshops, and were now coming in to support, and lend their energy to him.

I sat in my seat feeling as if I had been lightning struck. This was a man of about 34 years of age, gorgeous, delicious, beautiful, with sparkling golden brown eyes, thick curling glossy black hair, height just under 6 feet, and well built to boot. He had an aura of sensuality that made by toes curl, Oh Lord, was I impressed. Then he opened his mouth and began to speak.

Jon was his name and magic was his game. He spoke of spiritual and psychic powers; he spoke of past lives, of out of body experiences, of shamanism, of animal spirit helpers. Jon took us into a realm of unseen power, where dreams were as real as life, where meditation and mind power could unlock forbidden knowledge. For the next three hours I sat thunderstruck, recognizing the things he spoke of as something I had to learn, yearned to learn, and would give anything to learn. THE JOURNEY HAD BEGUN.

The workshop Jon offered was a 7 day affair, Monday to Friday evenings, 7:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m., all day Saturday, 10:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m. and Sunday, 10:00 a.m. to about 5:00 p.m. Of course, I immediately signed up, as did Pearl. We left for home and began to talk about the amazing workshop we had just enrolled in, and may I say, the cost was way up there. Not only in dollars, running into the hundreds, the time investment was quite an undertaking for us. We had the long drive in and out, I worked part time in a hospital, and last but not least, we were both married. Now that would turn out to be the biggest challenge of all, explaining to our husbands what it was we were going to be doing for the next week, for these two men were both beer drinking good old boys, who liked beer, sex, and sports, and anything else different was looked upon with scorn.

Well, I will spare you the details because needless to say, I took this workshop or I would not be here today telling you this story, taking you on this fantastic voyage of discovery that ended up leading me into the realms of the universe. This part of the journey spanned the next five years of my life. The getting there, and the resultant experiences I had, the journey that I am going to share with you, were the most magical, exciting, unbelievable, often weird and scary, sometimes seductive events that you will experience with me. I am going to do my best to describe them in a way that you will live them with me.

I will spare you nothing, you will feel my fear as I explore new realms in the metaphysical worlds, and you will share my awe as I come face to face with Beings of Light that walk the planes of higher learning. Come and learn what it means to be humbled in the great mirror of life we must face, and we MUST look in this mirror to continue ascending the different levels of higher awareness. My journey brought me into contact with other teachers besides Jon, and with you I will share their teachings and the tests they put me through. I discovered that some of these teachers sure believed in expressing their power through sexuality and sensuality, in a strangely pure and uncluttered way. However, let us go back to the first workshop I took, the one that opened up this new world.

Chapter Three

The Leader Of The Cult

The Webster's Dictionary defines cult as 1.a-a particular system of religious worship. 2. - a group devoted to a person, fad, etc. 3. a. a religion considered to be false or extremist; b. – the members of such religion. Adj. 4. of a cult. 5. – attracting a small group of devotees.

Jon had already achieved number 5 in that he had a small group of devotees that adored him and hung on every pearl of wisdom (or stone of stupidity) that fell from his lips. This became apparent in the first night of the workshop. In retrospect, I should have heeded this first sign, but I was as blinded by his extraordinary charisma and with my burning curiosity for the information and knowledge that came through this new and mysterious door that he held open for me.

Deep physical relaxation was the goal of the first night. Jon taught us deep breathing techniques, however after having been in close proximity to him all evening, I was having no problems with the breathing and he made me want to get very physically relaxed indeed. I sternly chastised myself for these unspiritual thoughts and concentrated on learning the first level of meditation, which combined deep breathing, physical relaxation, and quietude of the mind. In other words, the lightest level of meditation called the Alpha state.

Jon had promised us that even though the hours of this workshop were long and late, we would become re-energized after each session because of the meditations. Was he ever right! Pearl and I flew home that night on the wings of light, excitement and laughter. As the week progressed, I fell deeper under the spell of this magical blend of awakening psychic and spiritual power and the irresistible influence of Jon. Night number two had us all laying at his feet, literally. We sprawled comfortably on blankets and cushions as Jon believed that meditating succeeded best by being as comfortable as possible.

Part of his teachings included the belief that we all have an animal spirit helper. If you stop to think for a moment, this part of the teachings makes a lot of sense once you start to take a good look at our fellow human beings. We sure display animalistic tendencies, especially after a few drinks. Watch the catlike woman slink up to her prospective male prey, purr in his ear; rub her self sensuously against him. See him start to strut, preen himself, growl at any other male that comes too close. Alternatively, perhaps you will spot the proud, elegant, lonely person who seems to soar above the crowd, narrow eyes always scanning, seeking the quickest way out of the room, trying to hide the fact that they are suffocating when surrounded by too many people. Have fun with this experiment, it will show you just how close we are to the animal kingdom.

The night I discovered my animal spirit helper was the first time that Jon focused his pure and full attention towards me, for as it turned out, we had the same animal spirit – we were both under the protection of the wolf. I had not expected this because I was sure I would be of the cat clan due to my physical appearance and other clues. I was totally and completely taken by surprise when, in the guided meditation, I came face to face with a huge male white artic wolf. I remember the meditation being so realistic that I was literally icy cold. There was no doubt, there he was, in all his glory and, was he ever beautiful.

After the meditation was over, Jon asked each of us to share what we had discovered. I remember this moment, I was sitting on the floor about six feet away from him, our eyes met, and I said, "It's a wolf, a large, male, white artic wolf." Jon's reaction bit deep into me, he focused his whole self at me, and I could feel him penetrate my being. He fell silent while he carefully contemplated me, then just as I was starting to squirm with uneasiness; he turned to the group of his graduates and asked their opinion. Now I was the focus of the intense scrutiny of these highly aware strangers, who had already shown their total devotion to their teacher. This was a tense moment for reasons unclear to me at this time. Then one after another of these graduates began to nod, then smile, and the ice was broken. I was accepted. Apparently, other wolves were rare, and being that my animal spirit helper was an Alpha male was an immediate call to the others to be on guard. In my innocence, or lack of knowledge, the other graduates at first suspected that I was a threat to their beloved leader, as his animal spirit helper was an alpha FEMALE WOLF.

From that moment on, Jon was intensely aware of me. During our breaks, I could feel him quietly assessing me. During question and answer periods, he would listen with great interest to my experiences. The fireworks were beginning. Jon frankly confused me because of the mixed signals he gave out. Through his actions and speech, he was obviously well educated and spoke knowingly about spiritual realms. Yet, at other times, he came across boorish and chauvinistic. He flirted with every woman there and often made sexual innuendos that were shocking.

(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

About The Book:....................vii
Chapter 1: Out Of Body Experiences....................1
Chapter 2: I Meet A "Teacher"....................5
Chapter 3: The Leader Of The Cult....................9
Chapter 4: Tears....................13
Chapter 5: Enchanting Erotica....................17
Chapter 6: Inner Space – My Crystal Cave – Graduation....................23
Chapter 7: Passage....................29
Chapter 8: Graduate Privileges....................37
Chapter 9: The Blue Connection/Another Dimension....................41
Chapter 10: The Magic Of The Island....................47
Chapter 11: The Center Takes Shape....................53
Chapter 12: The Entity....................59
Chapter 13: The Family....................63
Chapter 14: The Flight....................71
Chapter 15: Homeless & Uncentered....................79
Chapter 16: Home....................83
Chapter 17: The Quiet Priestess....................89
Chapter 18: Angels & Other High Beings....................95
Chapter 19: In Conclusion....................99