This was not to be a complicated metaphysics, a difficult jnana yogic treatise, an interior dance obscura. 

This was to be a simple description of the form, purpose and meaning of the objects in several of the wunderkabinetts that have been documented so far. They did communicate, and they did hold meanings far beyond their exterior indications, and some were not anything like their outside once they were revealed. the pile of soil becomes a highly articulated burial temple. The tourist plaque of the acropolis becomes a living recollection of the time of the Gods. Each item holds a greater being, either a human being who is held within it as an animating presence, or a house, palace, temple in which rites, rituals and ceremonies took place. And in this case there were many people or communities held in them. Magicians and their communities. Powerful beings and their followers. Extensions of thought not yet formed to physical dimensions, turning like crystals of light rays. Or sounds, greater than the sounds inside seashells, that lead to entire other worlds. 

Each item is whole, and filled with its direct meaning and purpose. which is to glorify creation, and the great creator. 

If any researching seeker could find even one such item in all the wunderkabinet examination and documentation, they would be in the higher ranks – sent for further training. 

This further training is not for everyone so there are some who know they need to stand back. Even with those of us called to the concluding magical gathering of beings bearing objects to the gathering at Sea Temple Inn, there were some who had to remain at home. Or others who became ill before the first meeting, and had to stay in their rooms. One left suddenly during the first slide presentation, and another had an urgent call from family and had to take a cab to the station immediately. 

That was why there were only 12 of us at the table, 11 seekers and one wise one, who welcomed us warmly, saying, “Something new wants to emerge. We are here to discover what it is, and the objects we have with us are companions to help us understand what this is. Together. No one of us holds the entire answer, together we see the pattern of this puzzle. It is a physical riddle and we are selected to solve it.”

Distracted, I thought perhaps I might be one of those who needed to leave.  I’m not ready for all this, it is too much. Nausea overwhelmed me, and I stood for a moment, edging closer to the door in case I had to rush to the washroom. But the wave passed. Then another, and another, I ran to the washroom, vomiting into the sink, “I can’t stand this, I can’t do this. it is a mind-control cult, it is something terrible, it is bringing in danger and destruction. I have to stop it, i have to stop.” and with each wave, another dry vomit, coughing and crying, something overwhelmed and took me down. “I’m sick, its beyond me, im not able to do this, why am i here?”

Swirls of questions, confused fears, deep waves of birth pangs brought me to my knees on the cold tile floor. I may have been sobbing or crying out. I may have been imagining all that. For I was still standing by the doorway, I hadn’t actually left the room at all. The slide presentation was moving methodically through an overview of the work of the HQ.  

A diamond thought turned at upper right of my peripheral vision. When a line of light beamed from it to my heart, I asked of it, “What am I really retrieving?” The answer came through my whole body and mind with blazing clarity: My son, my little boy. May I bury him at last by the side of the river, and mark the place with all my tears. His face serene, his eyes all wide and alive, loving, and smiling through his whole body, his laugh.

The vision was a flash, nothing more, but somehow my mind had unfolded it into full connection and meaning. 

The thought came in that he could perhaps be a guide/companion, joining with me in discovering what this whole endeavour is all about. Worded thought came to me, “So much of the material comes from The Other Side… I’m doing this for him…It’s got a big purpose.”

In the time of this diamond seed connection, I had sat back down at my place in the great circle table, joining the others. The slide show was over, and the lights came on. The facilitator opened the drapes to reveal the view of the sea that had made the Seatemple Inn so famous. The sun, like a Munch painting, displayed rays of form and life. 

I looked around the table at all the others. Each sitting with their unique object, their magical treasure from the vast trove found in all the wunderkabinetts all the world over, through time and space brought here to be in front of each and to share. And then I understood. Each also had brought with them their sorrow and loss, their transition from carefree life into the depth reality of earthly life. Suffering and responsibility, and awakening of the soul through these sorrows, and strengthening of heart through those ways. 

I almost thought i had a glimpse of each one’s companion being in this quest – for me, a lost son, for each of them a lost parent or child, or dashed hope, or health scare, or fragile mental state or condition that caused crash and burn, or one of all the many troubles that come to temper the soul, strengthen her, bring wisdom and enact justice. That is actually what brought them here, and gave them the wisdom eye to see which items have their power and which have been decommissioned. 

“It is time to unveil,” said the Wise One. And we each opened out our object, unwrapping it whole to be open to the world.

There in this public space of the Seatemple Inn’s banquet room, our circle of light radiated a mirror of the sun before us. 

And I described what happened here in my account.