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Back to the Stars! A Tribute to Neal Armstrong

a tribute to Neil Armstrong by Serge Kahili King
(written many years ago after the moon landing to express his feelings about it)

There’s a stirring in my blood
That rises up and shouts to me
“IT’S TIME, IT’S TIME!”

For what? I ask, my worldly mind
Not seeing what could cause this
Rush of feeling so intense it
Shakes my soul.

A voice, my voice, a part of me
At least now whispers as it gently
Takes me on a tour of mem’ries
Put away in some forgotten depths
Of inner caves.

“Remember when you lay awake
At night and gazed with longing
Up into those galaxies of lights?
The many nights you spent in search
Of those which tugged your heart
And spoke of home?

“Do you recall the stories that
You wrote while yet so young
Of far-off planets and adventures
Into realms of terrifying
Beauty where men not of Earth
Met challenges ‘midst Nature
Of a glory that surpasses words?

“And the dreams, the dreams
That enter still, of beings, ships
and places oh so real! The dreams
In which you’re taught and teach
The things that later see the light
Of day. The dreams that show you
What has been and what can be
If only you are brave enough to lead.

“Remember, too, the things of which
you seldom speak. The time your
Car went out of time; your journey
Through a wall; your father’s cry,
“I wish I’d gone!” and then the
Night you met with them. These
Things remember, with the rest,
And know we all have roles
Unplayed to play.”

Serge Kahili King is an instructor at the International Metaphysical University where he teaches courses in the Fundamentals of Huna Shamanism Learn more about this amazing courses and Huna Shamnan Training.

So You’re Psychic….Why get a degree?

by Deborah Lindsey

Never in history has psychic phenomena been so prevalent. Television, particularly reality TV, has helped to bring credibility to the field at large. Recent polls indicate that 57% of Americans believe that psychic phenomena is real. The problem, though, is that pretty much anyone can hang up a shingle and call themselves a psychic. And because the field is completely unregulated, it is easy for the field at large to be tainted by people who are either poorly trained or out-and-out hoaxters. Both give legitimate psychics a bad name.

Considering that a decent psychic can make upwards of $100 an hour, there’s a lot on the line. At this rate, a well-trained and well-honed psychic can readily earn 6 figures a year, even working part time and on your own schedule. Moreover, you can work from home or on the road, making it a perfect career path for just about anyone.

The key here is that you’ve got to be good and you’ve got to be credible. This is where IMU comes in. Through IMU’s training, it is possible to take a budding skill and turn it into something special. It is an excellent opportunity to both expand on your skill and hone it until you are on the mark virtually every time. As your skill sharpens, you will find yourself booking client after client after client until you simply must raise your prices to curb the demand. It is a self-fulfilling product, one that grows on itself rapidly. The key though is that you have to be good. And the better you are, the more money you make.

At IMU, you are given the training to take your skill and develop it to become a professional. Beyond that, you are able to go out into the world announcing your training and even place those oh-so-credible credentials behind your name. You aren’t just some run-of-the-mill psychic who hung out a shingle and started taking money. You are someone who has done the work and has the credentials to prove it.

Not only does this improve your own skills, it brings credibility to the industry at large. With each person we graduate who goes out into the world and brings the skillset of a truly great psychic, we help to decry the critics who assume we are just out to take their money.

At the end of the day, true psychics have an amazing talent to bring to the world. When people are hurt or lost, we help them. When people are grieving over the loss of a loved one or unable to let go of those who have passed, we can help. And when people need guidance on choices that can impact their entire life, we are here to shine a light on their path. It is an important and honorable role in the world and we are proud to offer the degree program in Intuitive Arts at the International Metaphysical University with just this purpose in mind.

Learn more about the Masters Degree program in Intuitive Arts at IMU.

If you’d like to discuss the options, we can be reached at 304-295-4411.

2012: The Last Three Months

by Deborah Lindsey

I remember the day I first heard about the phenomena of “2012.” It was a notable day indeed. We had recently opened The Self-Health and Awareness Center, which would later become the parent to IMU, and we were having our very first Sunday Gathering and Ceremony. It was December 21st, 2001, the Winter Solstice Celebration. Reverend Randy Hastings, one of the founding deans for IMU, helped me to officiate the service. I had heard great things about Randy in our community though I didn’t know him very well. He was quiet and revered in our circle so I was a little intimidated and highly grateful to have his support in our little enterprise. We were new in town and knew very few people. Most everyone was there to see Randy.

Surprisingly, the service when over like gangbusters. Every seat in the place was filled with people standing in the back. The otherwise common room was lit by candlelight, with all eyes focused on the beautiful alter and the exquisite podium that my then life and business partner Joe Fielder had lovingly built just for the occasion.

I welcomed everyone then introduced Randy. With quiet aplomb, he began the process of invoking the spirits. Names and words I had never heard before sprung from his lips as if it were a language all of his own. The energy in the room heightened as the energies settled into our divine space. With that invocation and the intentions that came with it, SHAC and subsequently IMU was born. The energies of the whole universe and beyond had entered that room toward a common purpose — to commune with the divine on that very sacred day.

As the ceremony ended, I had that sense of elation that I know you all understand…that sense of belonging to something that matters and knowing that you are part of the love of all things. High on the energy, we moved to the lobby for a pot luck dinner. (I still remember that someone had brought baked apples, that seemed particularly appropriate, and quite yummy as well. :)

The lobby was small with few chairs and so everyone  just sat on the stairs. I found myself sitting next to Randy that night, thanking him for helping out and picking his very delightful brain for more info. It was then, as we discussed the power of the winter solstice, that I first heard tell of the prophecies of December 21, 2012.

He began to tell me about the breadth of prophecies that pointed to this very specific date as a date when ascension would occur. The Mayans get the most press on this thanks to the works of Jose Arguelles. But since that time, it has been noted that many other traditions point in the same direction.

At first the ideas were intriguing but held little merit, except that it came from Randy. He was one of these people who had been studying metaphysics for more than 30 years, had a photographic memory, and a personal library of esoteric books that would rival any in the world. (The literally thousands of books still exist and could use an appropriate home if anyone has a place for them and can put them to use…) With knowledge that deep, it was hard to disregard his teachings.

Like everyone, I learned the teachings of the galactic center from Drunvalo Melchizedek and Gregg Braden. I read it all and none of it ever really seemed true. Not, that is, until I got an email from then friend now IMU Dean Janet Decker with a video from a man named Ian Xel Lungold offering an explanation of the Mayan Calender that put it all into perspective. THAT, it was clear, was true. Ian’s teachings, which changed everything for me, were all based on the world of Carl Johan Calleman, who later became a friend and instructor for IMU.

Carl, who was a PhD trained researcher, began to review the Mayan Calendar and put it all into a perspective that made all of the sense in the world. Still does. The problem was that Carl’s calculations indicated that the REAL date for the end of the long count calendar was October 28, 2011. Well, like many, many predictions before it, the date seemed to come and go without the anticipated change. It was, however, one of the favorite days of my whole life. More than 2,000 like-minded people joined together on Serpent Mound that day along with Mayan Elder Hunbatz Men and his crystal skulls. A spontaneous drumming circle ensued with hundreds of drums raising the vibrations. Together we encircled the serpent with love and called for the awakening of a new consciousness, the birth of a new world. The divine answered with a double rainbow and we all knew that something very special had happened.

Sadly, though, nothing obvious happened to the global landscape and Carl’s theories were branded incorrect. Like many others, I was disappointed and saddened. I also felt Carl’s very public flogging, knowing it had to be hard to see the date come and go, and wondering where he went wrong.

So as time has passed I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on everything learned. And as the next “date” looms large on the horizon I have to ask myself if it, too, will come and go without so much as a blip in the cosmic roadmap. Sadly, I think that will be the case.

That doesn’t, however, mean that I think “nothing” is happening. I still believe that Carl’s work holds water. The idea that the earth herself is part of a cosmic and galactic evolution and that this evolution can be charted based on the Hermetic Axiom of “As Above So Below” still seems both true and inevitable. Carl likens the process to the growth of a plant. It starts with a seed, sprouts, buds, flowers, and falls away. The earth, which is also an organic, living being, must follow the same pattern only according to a galactic clock, not a human clock. As humans, its nigh on impossible to get the timing exact as a year to a human may be a second from a galactic perspective.

I still recommend Carl’s course on the Mayan Calendar, which we still offer at IMU, as the information is profound and life-altering, even if the date is not spot on. He also teaches a related course, which is equally spectacular, called “the Purposeful Universe” where he talks about how consciousness is on a schedule and rethinks the theories of both evolution and creationism. It is an absolutely fascinating course.

So if this is the case, what is this great change that we are looking for? Well, we can all theorize but ultimately we can’t know. I personally think the earth is a cell and progresses according to the sacred geometry found in the Tree of Life and Flower of Life. If that is the case, then the Bible itself tells the story of the shift as the birthing of a new heaven and a new earth. How that happens, if it happens, is yet to be seen.

The only thing we do know for sure is that December 21, 2012 is but three months away in human terms. Even for us it is a blink of an eye. Will the date prove to be yet another unheralded and diversionary prophecy? Or is it possible that the Mayans were able to tap into the mind of the cosmos to determine the exact date AND that Jose Arguellas was able to interpret the sacred writings with such precision that he really did get it right? If so, it could be a glorious, glorious day indeed!

All I know is that I am here and willing to be a vessel for any changes that are coming whether it happens in the next three months or not. I know that I will gather with like-minded people on that fateful day in ceremony and celebration trusting that the divine always gets it right even though humans sometimes get it wrong. I personally am looking forward to it and know that whatever happens, we’re all gonna be okay.

I should also note that I will be speaking on this subject at length at the Universal Light Expo on the Saturday, October 13th. If you’re in Columbus, Ohio you are welcome to join me. It would be nice to meet you. While we will not be at the booth all day as in previous years, I will be at ULE and willing to meet with any of you who wish to do so. Just call me on my cell at 304-917-6061. I’ll have it with me and will make it a point point to spend some time. Hope to see you then!

The Unsolved Mystery of the Tunnels at Baiae

October 1, 2012

The Unsolved Mystery of the Tunnels at Baiae

Baiae and the Bay of Naples, painted by J.M.W. Turner in 1823, well before modernization of the area obliterated most traces of its Roman past. Image: Wikicommons.

There is nothing remotely Elysian about the Phlegræan Fields, which lie on the north shore of the Bay of Naples; nothing sylvan, nothing green. The Fields are part of the caldera of a volcano that is the twin of Mount Vesuvius, a few miles to the east, the destroyer of Pompeii. The volcano is still active–it last erupted in 1538, and once possessed a crater that measured eight miles across–but most of it is underwater now. The portion that is still accessible on land consists of a barren, rubble-strewn plateau. Fire bursts from the rocks in places, and clouds of sulfurous gas snake out of vents leading up from deep underground.

The Fields, in short, are hellish, and it is no surprise that in Greek and Roman myth they were associated with all manner of strange tales. Most interesting, perhaps, is the legend of the Cumæan sibyl, who took her name from the nearby town of Cumæ, a Greek colony dating to about 500 B.C.– a time when the Etruscans still held sway much of central Italy and Rome was nothing but a city-state ruled over by a line of tyrannical kings.

A Renaissance-era depiction of a young Cumæan sibyl by Andrea del Catagno. The painting can be seen in the Uffizi Gallery. Image: Wikicommons.

The sibyl, so the story goes, was a woman named Amalthaea who lurked in a cave on the Phlegræan Fields. She had once been young and beautiful–beautiful enough to attract the attentions of the sun god, Apollo, who offered her one wish in exchange for her virginity. Pointing to a heap of dust, Amalthaea asked for a year of life for each particle in the pile, but (as is usually the way in such old tales) failed to allow for the vindictiveness of the gods. Ovid, in Metamorphoses, has her lament that “like a fool, I did not ask that all those years should come with ageless youth, as well.” Instead, she aged but could not die. Virgil depicts her scribbling the future on oak leaves that lay scattered about the entrance to her cave, and states that the cave itself concealed an entrance to the underworld.

The best-known–and from our perspective the most interesting–of all the tales associated with the sibyl is supposed to date to the reign of Tarquinius Superbus–Tarquin the Proud. He was the last of the mythic kings of Rome, and some historians, at least, concede that he really did live and rule in the sixth century B.C. According to legend, the sibyl traveled to Tarquin’s palace bearing nine books of prophecy that set out the whole of the future of Rome. She offered the set to the king for a price so enormous that he summarily declined–at which the prophetess went away, burned the first three of the books, and returned, offering the remaining six to Tarquin at the same price. Once again, the king refused, though less arrogantly this time, and the sibyl burned three more of the precious volumes. The third time she approached the king, he thought it wise to accede to her demands. Rome purchased the three remaining books of prophecy at the original steep price.

What makes this story of interest to historians as well as folklorists is that there is good evidence that three Greek scrolls, known collectively as the Sibylline Books, really were kept, closely guarded, for hundreds of years after the time of Tarquin the Proud. Secreted in a stone chest in a vault beneath the Temple of Jupiter, the scrolls were brought out at times of crisis and used, not as a detailed guide to the future of Rome, but as a manual that set out the rituals required to avert looming disasters. They served the Republic well until the temple burned down in 83 B.C., and so vital were they thought to be that huge efforts were made to reassemble the lost prophecies by sending envoys to all the great towns of the known world to look for fragments that might have come from the same source. These reassembled prophecies were pressed back into service and not finally destroyed until 405, when they are thought to have been burned by a noted general by the name of Flavius Stilicho.

Sulfur drifts from a vent on the barren volcanic plateau known as the Phlegraean Fields, a harsh moonscape associated with legends of prophecy. Photo: Wikicommons.

The existence of the Sibylline Books certainly suggests that Rome took the legend of the Cumæan sibyl seriously, and indeed the geographer Strabo, writing at about the time of Christ, clearly states that there actually was “an Oracle of the Dead” somewhere in the Phlegræan Fields. So it is scarcely surprising that archaeologists and scholars of romantic bent have from time to time gone in search of a cave or tunnel that might be identified as the real home of a real sibyl–nor that some have hoped that they would discover an entrance, if not to Hades, then at least to some spectacular subterranean caverns.

Over the years several spots, the best known of which lies close to Lake Avernus, have been identified as the antro della sibilla–the cave of the sibyl. None, though, leads to anywhere that might reasonably be confused with an entrance to the underworld. Because of this, the quest continued, and gradually the remaining searchers focused their attentions on the old Roman resort of Baiæ (Baia), which lies on Bay of Naples at a spot where the Phlegræan Fields vanish beneath the Tyrrhenian Sea. Two thousand years ago, Baiæ was a flourishing spa, noted both for its mineral cures and for the scandalous immorality that flourished there. Today, it is little more than a collection of picturesque ruins–but it was there, in 1932, that the entrance to a hitherto unknown antrum was discovered, concealed behind a recently installed pizza oven.

The entrance to the bizarre tunnel system known, after Robin Paget, as the Antrum of Initiation at Baiæ.

The antrum at Baiæ proved difficult to explore. A sliver of tunnel, obviously ancient and manmade, disappeared into a hillside close to the ruins of a temple. The first curious onlookers who pressed their heads into its cramped entrance beat a hurried retreat–the pitch-black passageway was uncomfortably hot and wreathed in sulfurous smoke. There the mystery rested while the Second World War intervened, and it was not revived until, early in the 1950s, the site came to the attention of Robin Paget.

Paget was not a professional archaeologist. He was a Briton who worked at a nearby NATO airbase, lived in Baiæ, and excavated mostly as a hobby. As such, his theories need to be viewed with caution, and it is worth noting that when the academic Papers of the British School at Rome agreed to publish the results of the decade or more that he and an American colleague named Keith Jones spent digging in the tunnel, a firm distinction was drawn between the School’s endorsement of a straightforward description of the findings and its refusal to pass comment on the theories Paget had come up with to explain his perplexing discoveries. These theories eventually made their appearance in book form but attracted little attention–surprisingly, because the pair claimed to have stumbled across nothing less than a real-life “entrance to the underworld.”

Paget was one of the handful of men who still hoped to locate the “cave of the sibyl” described by Virgil, and it was this obsession that made him willing to risk the inhospitable interior. He and Jones pressed their way though the narrow opening that had lain concealed behind the oven and found themselves inside a high but narrow tunnel, eight feet tall but just 21 inches wide. The temperature inside was uncomfortable but bearable, and although the airless interior was still tinged with volcanic fumes, the two men pressed on into a passage that, they claimed, had probably not been entered for 2,000 years.

A plan of Baiae’s mysterious “Oracle of the Dead,” showing the complex layout of the tunnels and their depth below ground level.

Following the tunnel downward, Paget and Jones calculated that it fell only around 10 feet in the first 400 feet of its length before terminating in a solid wall of rubble that blocked the way. But even the scanty evidence the two men had managed to gather during this early phase of their investigation persuaded them that it was worth pressing on. For one thing, the sheer amount of spoil that had been hauled into the depths suggested a considerable degree of organization–years later, when the excavation of the tunnel was complete, it would be estimated that 700 cubic yards of rubble, and 30,000 man-journeys, had been required to fill it. For another, using a compass, Paget determined that the mysterious passage had been oriented to the sunrise on midsummer’s day. This suggested that it served some ritual purpose.

It took Paget and Jones, working in difficult conditions with a small group of volunteers, the beter part of a decade to clear and explore what turned out to be a highly ambitious tunnel system. Its ceremonial function seemed to be confirmed by the existence of huge numbers of niches for oil lamps–they occurred every yard in the tunnels’ lower levels, far more frequently than would have been required merely to provide illumination. The builders had also given great thought to the layout of the complex, which seemed to have been designed to conceal its mysteries.

The “River Styx”–an underground stream, heated almost to boiling point in places, which runs through at the deepest portions of the tunnel complex. It was the discovery of this stream that led Paget to formulate his daring hypothesis that the Great Antrum was intended as a representation of the mythic underground passageways to Hades.

Within the portion of the tunnels choked by rubble, Paget and Jones found, hidden behind an S-bend, a second blockage. This, the explorers discovered, marked the place where two tunnels diverged. Basing his thinking on the remains of some ancient pivots, Paget suggested that the spot had at one time harbored a concealed door. Swung closed, this would have masked the entrance to a second tunnel that acted as a short-cut to the lower levels. Opened partially, it could have been used (the explorer suggested) as a remarkably effective ventilation system; hot, vitiated air would be sucked out of the tunnel complex at ceiling level, while currents of cooler air from the surface were constantly drawn in along the floor.

But only when the men went deeper into the hillside did the greatest mystery of the tunnels revealed itself. There, hidden at the bottom of a much steeper passage, and behind a second S-bend that prevented anyone approaching from seeing it until the final moment, ran an underground stream. A small “landing stage” projected out into the sulfurous waters, which ran from left to right across the tunnel and disappeared into the darkness. And the river itself was hot to the touch–in places it approached boiling point.

Conditions at this low point in the tunnel complex certainly were stygian. The temperature had risen to 120 degrees Fahrenheit; the air stank of sulfur. It was a relief to force a way across the stream and up a steep ascending passage on the other side, which eventually opened into an antechamber, oriented this time to the helical sunset, that Paget dubbed the “hidden sanctuary.” From there, more hidden staircases ascended to the surface to emerge behind the ruins of water tanks that had fed the spas at the ancient temple complex.

The Phlegræan Fields (left) and Mount Vesuvius, after Scipione Breislak’s map of 1801. Baiae lies at the northeastern tip of the peninsula of Bacoli, at the extreme westerly end of the Fields.

What was this “Great Antrum,” as Paget dubbed it? Who had built it–and for what purpose? And who had stopped it up? After a decade of exploration, he and Jones had formulated answers to those questions.

The tunnel system, the two men proposed, had been constructed by priests to mimic a visit to the Greeks’ mythical underworld. In this interpretation, the stream represented the fabled River Styx, which the dead had to cross to enter Hades; a small boat, the explorers speculated, would have been waiting at the landing stage to ferry visitors across. On the far side these initiates would have climbed the stairs to the hidden sanctuary, and it was there they would have met… who? One possibility, Paget thought, was a priestess posing as the Cumæan sibyl, and for this reason he took to calling the complex the “Antrum of Initiation.”

The tunnels, then, in Paget’s view, might have been constructed to allow priests to persuade their patrons–or perhaps simply wealthy travelers–that they had traveled through the underworld. The scorching temperatures below ground and the thick drifts of volcanic vapor would certainly have given that impression. And if visitors were tired, befuddled or perhaps simply drugged, it would have been possible to create a powerfully otherworldly experience capable of persuading even the skeptical.

A general plan of the tunnel complex, drawn by Robin Paget. Click twice to view in higher resolution.

In favor of this argument, Paget went on, was the careful planning of the tunnels. The “dividing of the ways,” with its hidden door, would have allowed a party of priests–and the “Cumæan sibyl” too, perhaps–quick access to the hidden sanctuary, and the encounter with the “River Styx” would have been enhanced by the way the tunnels’ S-bend construction concealed its presence from new initiates. The system, furthermore, closely matched ancient myths relating visits to the underworld. In Virgil’s Aeniad, for instance, the hero, Aeneas, crosses the Styx only once on his journey underground, emerging from Hades by an alternate route. The tunnel complex at Baiæ seemed to have been constructed to allow just such a journey–and Virgil, in Paget’s argument, had lived nearby and might himself have been an initiate in Baiæ’s mysteries.

Dating the construction of the complex was a greater challenge. The explorers found little evidence inside the tunnels that might point to the identity of the builders–just a mason’s plumb bob in one of the niches and some ancient graffiti. But, working on the assumption that the passages had formed part of the surrounding temple complex, they concluded that they could best be dated to the late archaic period around 550 B.C.–at pretty much the time, that is, that the Cumæan sibyl was said to have lived. If so, the complex was was almost certainly the work of the Greek colonists of Cumæ itself. As for when the tunnels had been blocked up, that–Paget thought–must have taken place after Virgil’s time, during the early Imperial period of Roman history. But who exactly ordered the work, or why, he could not say.

In time, Paget and Jones solved at least some of the Great Antrum’s mysteries. In 1965 they persuaded a friend, Colonel David Lewis of the U.S. Army, and his son to investigate the Styx for them using scuba apparatus. The two divers followed the stream into a tunnel that dramatically deepened and discovered the source of its mysterious heat: two springs of boiling water, superheated by the volcanic chambers of the Phlegræan Fields.

One of the two boiling springs that feed the “Styx,” photographed in 1965, 250 feet beneath the surface, by Colonel David Lewis, U.S. Army.

Whether Paget and Jones’s elaborate theories are correct remains a matter of debate. That the tunnel complex served some ritual purpose can hardly be doubted if the explorers’ compass bearings are correct, and the specifics of its remarkable construction seem to support much of what Paget says; the alternative explanation–that the tunnel was dug by the Roman army and once lead to a subterranean restaurant–seems to be considerably more far fetched. In particular, it is hard to see the channel of boiling water deep underground as anything other than a deliberate representation of one of the fabled rivers that girdled Hades–if not the Styx itself, then perhaps the Phlegethon, the mythic “river of fire” that, in Dante’s Inferno, boils the souls of the departed. Historians of the ancient world do not dispute that powerful priests were fully capable of mounting elaborate deceptions–and a recent geological report on the far better known Greek oracle site at Delphi demonstrated that fissures in the rocks nearby brought intoxicating and anaesthetic gases to the surface at that spot, suggesting that it may have been selected and used for a purpose much like the one Paget proposed at Baiæ.

Yet much remains mysterious about the Great Antrum–not least the vexed question of how ancient builders, working with primitive tools at the end of the Bronze Age, could possibly have known of the existence of the “River Styx,” much less excavated a tunnel that so neatly intercepted it. There is no trace of the boiling river at the surface–and it was not until the 1970s, after Paget’s death, that his collaborators finally discovered, by injecting colored dyes into its waters, that it flows into the sea miles away, on the northern side of Cape Miseno.

Paget found one foot-high fragment of roughly painted graffiti close to the entrance of the tunnels. He interpreted the first line to read “Illius” (“of that”), and the second as a shorthand symbol representing a prayer to the Greek goddess Hera.

Little seems to have changed at Baiæ since Paget’s day. His discoveries have made remarkably little impact on tourism at the ancient resort, and even today the network of passages he worked so long to clear remain locked and barely visited. A local guide can be hired, but the complex remains difficult, hot and uncomfortable to visit. Little attempt is made to exploit the idea that it was once thought to be an entrance to the underworld, and, pending reinvestigation by trained archaeologists, not much more can be said about the tunnels’ origin and purpose. But even among the many mysteries of the ancient world, the Great Antrum on the Bay of Naples surely remains among the most intriguing.

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