Dialogue With a Warrior

December 14, 2002
Transcript of a channeled gnosis session - Orlando's dialogue with a warrior

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JACK: Julian and Juan were very different. Juan was under the impression that Julian was waylaid in his search for freedom. Della and I feel you to be considerably closer to Julian than you might be to Juan or Elias. Is this true? And, if it is true, does it matter now, after physical death? Does Julian’s possible failure impact him now?

ORLANDO: In some ways I am like Julian, yet in other ways I am far more an Elias or a don Juan. It depends on what my mortal source need me to be, see? To you, I have been a dark prince in a pale shirt in a dream that once impacted you deeply. To Della and Wendy I am occasionally a pirate or a scent of apples on a cold wind. To "Ellen", I was a stern disciplinarian, or so she thought, because she needed me to be like her father so she could finally break away from him symbolically, through breaking away from me.

As for my true nature? I am Julian and Elias and Juan and Genaro, depending entirely on what is needed at the time. This is what it means to be formless.

If you are asking my human nature, it is crucial to understand that memory is reality, and because I create reality I can create memories, and such is the nature of being self-created, willing oneself into existence not only from one moment to the next, but as an original thought simply to exist in the first place. So my answer will have little meaning if you look at it strictly from a linear perspective. When I was human I was a boy in Greece and a medicine witch in the New World and a dozen or more identities somewhere in the in between. My true nature, you insist? Ah well… I will try to tell you, but it is a telling based on feeling.

My suspicion as I reach out toward you is that you are quite capable of comprehending what I will say to you, but you are fighting with an instinct to try to understand what which must simply be experienced. So if I tell you I remember being a boy in Greece only because I choose the assemblage point of Be-ing a Boy in Greece, you need to look at this from the corner of your third eye instead of trying to study it under a microscope. What I would like you to consider is that any identity is based on memory, and memory is reality and reality is self-created by sorcerers and shamans. Those who are not creating their own reality are merely experiencing the reality of other men, created for them. This is a subject for a longer talk, a slow unfolding of layers. And it is quid pro quo. If I reveal myself to you, you must do the same in return. That is how we dream toward one another. 

 

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JACK: Orlando, what’s happening to me? I feel, in the last few months, that I have become very disconnected from not only the allies but also everything that I am trying to accomplish. I feel a great schism between trying to understand what Michael talks about and what you and Della share as being true. Everything that I have been trying to work on, most notably trying to find simple work, has been completely and always suddenly, and without exception, blocked.

ORLANDO: These are excellent questions from a first attention perspective, but you will have to be willing to delve deeper for the answers, and be prepared to open yourself to some things you will not necessarily want to face. First, you ask what is happening to you. Immediately, I sense a conflict rooted in violence-fear-violence-anger. Whether the violence is physical or only thoughtforms makes no difference, for in the sorcerer’s world there Is no difference between thought and action. The energy is the same; the intent is identical.

The schism you are feeling is a result of a schism in yourself – not a “real” one, but one you are creating through a need to categorize and an attempt to create order where none is necessary or even possible. What M talks about is what is within M’s experience, and every word of it is true. For M. What Della and I share as being true is completely true. For Della and for me. Truth lies only in experience, you see. And in determining which is more in alignment with your own nature at any given moment. It is not my intent to try to teach you anything, for then I would only be uploading my program into you, and it might not function within your own unique system. M would say he is a mirror. I have often said the same, though I am perhaps more brutal. Comparisons are pointless, of course. What matters is the experience itself. How do you want to experience me? What do you want to see? Your questions determine where the journey leads.

What is “happening” to you is this: you made an agreement with yourself outside of time, long before you came into manifestation, and that agreement was that you had the intent to Realize (Make Real) your own evolution from mortal into eternal being. You would accept nothing less. Inside yourself, where fear and first attention cannot reach, you still feel echoes of this that resound so deeply they cause you physical pain. What is happening to you is that you have come into serious conflict between that Higher Intent and the actions of your first attention life. You made the commitment to eternity long before you made the commitments to anything in this mortal existence. Now, as the two come into conflict, your life falls into chaos. What you must do is decide. Will you honor the promise made to your eternal other-double-Whole self? Or will you keep fighting yourself until you are destroyed completely?

JACK: You said the last time we talked at Della’s that I had a double But you also said that my double was incomplete. Who is my double? Will he/she make herself known to me without question, as you have for Della? How can I have the same kind of relationship w/ my double as Della has w/ you? There seems to be a great deal of difference between what I am experiencing and what Della and M and others have experienced and what is also possible. How can I have this completely and without question in my life?

ORLANDO: Who is your double? Ah, that is a question you cannot ask me, but a question that can only be answered over the course of a lifetime of experiences. Your double is the shiny golden hair of that little girl in first grade who first caught your eye. Your double is hiding inside a poem you read when you were a boy, about sailing ships and the lure of the sea. Your double is the movement in the corner of the room seen from the corner of your eye, and it is the sense of wonder and mystery that drives all these things. Who is your double? The answer is simple, but contained within the first question: Who Are You?

Your double will make himself or herself known to you in ways you do not expect. You might call them manifestations, but it is more than that. I once took the form of a whirlwind to show Della and Wendy how simple it is to ride away on the wind, like some old myth of a witch on a broomstick. Another time, I was a shadowman in their dining room, dashing between one world and the next, allowing myself to be glimpsed for only a moment because anymore than that would have been anticlimactic. Be gentle with yourself and give yourself over to a love affair with the infinite, for only in allowing yourself to love so deeply will you ever have the power to create your double sufficiently so that s/he may begin creating you. If you understand this, that’s good. If not, we will speak of it another time by another fire, yes?

How can you have this completely and without question in your life? It is a matter of intent, but also a matter of Doing. What would you do that might be called a conjuring? Not of some silly spirit from some dusty ritual, but straight from the heart of you? Sorcerers call it intent. Witches call it magick. There is no difference. What is important is that you begin to do it. Who is your other? What will love drive you to do? Will it make you create yourself whole so you can be whole together? Will it drive you to live forever because a single lifetime or even a thousand lives are never enough? That is the nature of it, that is the beginning. You have the power. It becomes a question of focus, yes?

JACK: Orlando, you also said when we talked that I was a greedy fetus. As you know, a fetus cannot survive on its own. If I were to physically die right now, would I survive? And if so, at what level?

ORLANDO: I called you a greedy fetus because you were attempting to suckle understanding or comprehension or something tangible from me, and at the time, that was as it needed to be. Consider it a term of endearment, nothing else. If you died right now, I have no doubt you would survive, and at the level you were inhabiting at the moment of death, yes? That is what is meant by vigilance and impeccability.

It is within my ability to experience “now” at any point in space-time I might choose, but what does that mean to human temporal comprehension? Little. Nothing. Nil. Entirely at will, I can choose to dine with the old gods on Olympus or sip rot-gut with a dying wino in the grim alleys of some dismal city. Where the assemblage point comes to rest is what determines the experience. What many enlightened ones claim not to understand about me is why I would choose the bum over the gods. My answer is simple: the fact that they do not understand reveals the level at which each of us exist. The gods dine on ambrosia and the enlightened ones on their own enlightenment and hollow philosophy, while the bum exists in the blinding haze of his own unique experience.

JACK: What was it like for you when you were physically alive? Did you have a teacher? What were the things you had to work on in order to grow? How did you do it? Did you also have allies that assisted you in learning, ones you were very close to?

I am still physically alive. Inside the skin of my mortal source, the medicine witch, I Am. In this cold wind that whistles and screams around these old eaves, I breathe. I mean this literally. I sleep in every coffin, in the molecules of every speck of bone dust. I am awake and aware within every particle of light or night. It is important for you to understand this, for it is what you are aspiring to, yes?

WENDY: Orlando, are you omniscient?

No 'being' is entirely omniscient, for that is what we have discussed as the territory of the land of the sentient dead, and it is not my choice to manifest that assemblage point that has no single name, and is therefore known as Legion – all identities simultaneously. It is the choice of many, but not for me, at least not in this present inhabitation of eternity. I choose to be me, and so I take that awareness with me. I am not done with life, and having the freedom to choose is, to me, the definition of ultimate freedom. Some choose to sleep in the lethe of omniscience, but the trap of that is that it means forgetting who one is for the duration of the dream, and it is a dream from which most never awaken because there is no individual consciousness left to say “I Am.” Ah… just words scrawled on the nothing, so do not take them too seriously. More simply? To be omniscient is to inhabit all awareness simultaneously, and so there can be no “me”. To be “free” is to be able to choose any assemblage point in all of infinity and inhabit it impeccably. I make a magnificent snowflake, an even better river. I am in love with life, eternally.

You want to know if I had a teacher and what I had to learn? These are the kinds of questions that will require a longer acquaintance and the company of a pleasant fire. Yes, I had a teacher, a sorcerer who had long since transcended mortal existence, and it was from him I learned what I needed to know, lessons of the underworld taught in dreams of flesh and blood. What is this realm, you might ask? The shaman’s world, the underworld, the netherrealms of perception that are both Dreaming and Doing, no less real than the here and now.

JACK: What is the third attention really like? I have a hard time trying to understand what you mean. Why haven’t I experienced it? Will you show it to me?

ORLANDO: It is no more possible to describe third attention than it is to hold a snowflake in your hand. It will inevitably change form under scrutiny, and that is because it is always renewing itself through the power of creation. The words “third attention” mean little to me. I prefer the term “the seventh sense” because it is a term that gives a somewhat more conceivable notion of it. It is the world of experience which incorporates the five physical senses plus all the other perceptions traditionally called “the sixth sense”. Combined, it is a perception of “the seventh sense”. Just words, trying to capture that snowflake which can never be held.

I cannot show it to you because it is not my creation, not mine to show. And this is the very heart of this path of the heart. The seventh sense is a world of your own creation, thoughtforms called into being as a matter of your will, your desire. It is too great a simplification to say it is the self-created heaven or hell, but in a manner of speaking, that is precisely what it is.

What is the seventh sense? It is the ingredients of the answer to the first question: Who are you? I mean this quite literally.

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ADDENDUM... THE COMMAND OF THE DOUBLE

ORLANDO: Memory is reality, yes, as I have said before. I do not ever remember loving autumn any less than I do now, and those lonely dark roads that lead to shadows of roads that lead to icicle bright stars and crescent moons upon which and within which nest all the dreams I have come true and those yet waiting to be born.

I want to hear my name shouted on the wind again. Look for me in every shadow, in every streetlight suddenly burnt out, in rainshimmer and cloud cover, scent of chimney smoke and every coyote's cry, look for me. Listen for me. Sense me. I am always closer than you think, only as far away as the space between your heartbeats. Turn your head, there I’ll be, at the corner of your vision, always gazing, always waiting.

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