Some said my account should be completely in poetry, others wanted to follow the tale of the three men in green suits.

One suggested mathematics or scientific method. Each had their own opinion and as I swayed toward one, lead to another, I found I returned always to this prose narrative. Of course the wunderkabinett account never went too far in any of these directions either.

Parallel to my condensed account for submission purposes, who can blame them for setting the word count, defining parameters, requiring extremely condensed and concise summarized documentation? For the sheer number of accounts submitted daily boggles the mind. Even with a large assessment committee distributed world wide, there were so many delays in applications. In addition, the need of the day is more and more urgent. The cabinet committee could never place the information into any computer assessment program, for the nature of the work is far too delicate and sensitive for that.

Not that it hasn’t been tried. The work was placed before a group of three who in locations remote from one another assessed it with the help of codified systems. It was only using their individual computers but when they met remotely to discuss it there was an incredible glitch in the system. For an instant the grid flashed off then on again. They saw the face – black and white image eyes twinkling. Just at that instant.

This story, I realized, echoed my own experience. How many others had seen this face, and who was he?

I collected photos in one small photo box, but none were that image, none were the photo that had been seen at that time. My feelings were mixed – was this person important? Benevolent? Who could tell?

Like the famed mysterious Baba-ji of the Himalayas, he was seen but could never be commanded to appear.

Keeping this image in my mind’s eye helped me approach my account sincerely and with a truthful and faithful heart. I was able to recall the image, then write my account as if it would be delivered directly to him for approval. Not to the large and ultimately faceless committee, but to one significant person. To him.

I began to see that I was filling the cabinet for him, not for me. And I was accounting that process for him, not for me. I had a greater purpose. Oh I know it sounds a bit unhinged to be dedicating all my work to a person I’d never met must I knew in my intuitive heart that this was my own path companion.

It was like a teenage crush – and I kept it very secret, very close to my heart.

So as you read this, be aware that much of it has been written and performed as if he were the owner of the kabinett which I have received. Being magical, it arrived empty and ready for met to fill it.

They say you can’t take it with you, but he did. He dematerialized his entire contents before it was to come to me. But there was a shuffle, a discontinuation. The kabinett was for a time simply stored in a warehouse unit. Someone or others may have been squatting there for a time as well.

Not realizing the cabinet’s magical attributes, they used it in a most mundane way, and it became a normal piece of furniture for a few decades.

Someone once said there was a collection of crystal vases in a cabinet and it was important not to open it too soon or to harshly do so, for all the crystal vases would be smashed to pieces in a crude attempt to reach them.

I had met and worked with just such a magician. Together we performed remarkable ceremonies high in the mountains. Although not directly part of this account, per se, his help in my development did prepare me for the cabinet and I am grateful to him. He opened the way of the elements to me, and the way of the sacred ritual ceremony. He gave me a great gift but was so circumspect I was not aware he had given it to me. The other aspect of the work was my freedom. He didn’t allow me the freedom of expression I needed to evolve. I felt controlled in his environment, and repressed. I was required to break free to claim my own area of exploration, but his system didn’t permit my freedom. If time permits, and the account isn’t too long, I’ll go into some of the work we did together in the mountain school.