The Wise One spoke directly to the group, but her eyes locked with the Seeker at one point.

“I am here to offer some guidance to those seeking a clear, strong, heart-based, mystical pathway,” she said, then turned back to the group, before she pointed out the slide presentation. 

“We are to begin identifying sacred objects in the Wunderkabinetts, that have become decommissioned and need to be restored. Next slide please.  We have discovered that these might serve as portals for entering and divining the mystical journey at the heart of your research. Next slide please.”

Images of The Puppet, The Black Diamond, and others both ancient and recent filled the screen.

“We are especially interested in aspects of the existing written material that they might represent. I suggest those with the most material related to them are to be listed as chapters in your documents. Then the others attached as appendices. At HQ researchers will go through the documents, summarize and synthesize as needed. Those items which have not been whiteboxed as chapters will be blackboxed as appendices. This way you needn’t feel compelled to write on all the objects you have seen or listed, only those that have the information we are seeking.”

Each of the members in the group around the table looked at one another. Each felt he or she was the Seeker, each had been contacted by deep eye communication of light from the Wise One. A catalytic instant of some sort of acceleration of the capacity of the soul. We all felt illuminated, but each in our own way. I cast my own eyes down to my notebook, to try to absorb what had just rushed up through them in an intertwining of eyebeams of the soul – first from the Wise One and then from the lightning dance with the others. I bowed my head naturally and began to furiously write what I had seen in the warehouse.

Remarkable artifacts and objects appeared before my eyes as if projected from depth memory, and they spoke in their own language, telling me their story. A story I couldn’t understand. and it couldn’t slow down the flow of images, the cascade of the river of memory, almost as if a tap had been turned on. That fountain – did it come from me or from elsewhere?

I glanced up at the Wise One who had been seeing me, as if aware of my access to this fountain, and she nodded slightly, an acknowledgement or did I imagine it? Never mind, I had to catch the images in their intense processional dance through time and space, into the frame of my awareness for an instant of complete focus, before they moved on to become indistinct in the river of time. The glance of the Wise One had given me a way to freeze this procession, to view one object at a time, and then it was up to me to study  and understand it. I could hold it before my mind’s eye, with a simple act of focus. 

As the parade flowed past, I could slow it slightly with my breath. Then right centre, when an item came into view – when both eyes were directed to the tip of the nose, there appeared a miniature of the sacred object. It could be a vase, or a leather strap, a seedpod, a whistle, or a comb. Each item stood before me in miniature, slowly moving on. I could adjust the scale to hold it and see it. As I made it bigger to my sight I was able to stop time even more. Then to turn the object left and right, to rotate it up and down, I held it in my vision. I allowed imagination to open as the great oversized object filled my entire frame of view. It engulfed me, embraced me, sang to me its song in a language that I could understand, then as it released me with what could have been a sort of kiss, and it became smaller and smaller, as it moved on to join the living onrush.

I glanced up at the Wise One, whose eyes held me in exactly the same way i had held the object. And I wondered, who or what is holding her in just such a fixed and holy gaze? What great endeavour is she working for in this our sacred gathering to recover, discover and restore lost meaning and purpose?What is the true HQ and where is it located – past time and space as we know it? That’s when I had a glimpse of the link between certain of the objects and the greater HQ. i intuited HQ had given these objects their ultimate power and use during ceremonies and rituals to ward off the dark forces that would otherwise control or command our lives, draining the objects’ power for another purpose, to create less not more of the divine worshipful joy that we are to enhance and enjoy. It was a kind of death.

She knew I had seen and understood, and when she asked me in thought, “How might these dark forces be effectively addressed?” I replied in mind, that our work is offering a mystical pathway through these dark and challenging times.

“Exactly,” she nodded in response. “Now get back to the detailed work!” 

But I could not. I sat at my place at the table and wept. Tears poured silently down my cheeks, as I was overcome with loving compassionate feelings for all of humanity, the great journey and effort, the compulsion to rise up past all the difficulties of human birth and to understand its purpose.

The rituals and objects seemed very small beneath me, while I saw this great human endeavour passing before my mind’s eye as a far greater procession with far deeper meaning and feeling than the petty objects were below. But not petty, only symbolic, only representations of the human qualities. Not only human as we understand them – but i get ahead of myself.