I’ve posted earlier that I believe Enochian can be used in conjunction, or perhaps even as a bridge to, Buddhism. This is a tricky idea that I’m not entirely ready to elaborate on yet, but I wanted to post about some of the visionary work I did in hypnagogia tonight.
The background is a health concern that isn’t yet over, as well as wondering about the spiritual progress I’ve made since finishing my first Excel version of Liber Loagaeth (note: I’ve also been exploring Buddhist mantras to Vajrakilaya, Padmasambhava, Yeshe Tsogyal, Mandarava, Amitabha, and Vairocana). As I was thinking about this, I tried to explore the culmination of gebofal, Day 49. I induced the energetic memory of that day, recalling the isomorphic divinity I felt with the universe.
It occurred to me that this isomorphic divinity must overlap with that of the aforementioned Buddhas (and yidam) must be included in this, and so I picked up on Padmasambhava’s energy and noted a line of sight which he was looking at. I noted that Yeshe Tsogyal was looking there, too, as were the others. I tried to use their gaze to see the common point, then saw a brilliant light and approached it. Interestingly, as soon as I began doing so, an interesting jeweled being, somewhat mechanical in look with four golden arms resembling a spider’s legs and a beautiful golden oval thorax with a gem taking up more than half its size in the middle, emerged from this light. It wasn’t hostile, yet at the same time, it seemed to be blocking me.
I did a gentle twist in midair and evaded the being, and went into this light. It was soft, and I was reminded of an admonishment I’d read online very recently from a Tibetan Buddhist teacher about avoiding the soft light and instead trying to find the dazzling light. Doing so, I passed through into a space in which all of reality seemed to buzz in and out of infinite heartspace. This, it seemed, was the clear light mind—not merely data emerging from an infinite possibility, but an infinite multiplex cord of all hearts, humming.
Here was the view of all of reality, seething and reckoning with its many possibilities, in anguish. Here the heart had to reckon with itself in its infinite varieties, and it was too much to be clear, and so it hurt.
I saw myself open my own heart to it all, an infinite gesture of compassion, and I found the view toward it all that I’d been aching for.
And now there are lifetimes more to express it.