Ad Infinitum Book One Master of the Nine Steps

by John Northern

PART TWO

  The first few days

  Upon the mountain

  And struggling was my way—

  Stretching within

  Climbing to reach

  The higher emotions,

  The mental fast

  And the pleading prayer

  "Rise up

  And break away,"

  The passing of time,

  The path of persistence

  And finally,

  Love became stronger

  Embracing my mind,

  The sorrow

  Began to fade

  Once again

  I could understand—

  Partly,

  The happiness love

  My body was weak

  But my mind

  Was alive

  Stepping

  To new heights

  Love became

  My teacher

  And

  The inner peace

  Followed

  My world

  Within

  Became brighter—

  Though

  My world

  Without

  Remained in shadows,

  Still the sorrow

  Of the lady's memory

  Hanging over

  "I shall climb this path

  Til the light shines

  Fully"

  I said

  As I continued

  Upon

  I thought

  To climb

  To the cave

  And there

  To meditate

  To pray

  To fast

  And hopefully

  To resolve my sorrows,

  My problems

  To find the light

  Of the sun—

  The infinite wisdom

  To brighten my path

  To rise out

  Of the world

  Of shadows

  But as I climbed

  My pace became slower

  And slower,

  The cold

  And the physical fast

  Became too much

  And after

  A short ways

  And

  A few days

  Struggling

  In the world

  Of darkness

  My body

  Slumped

  In the snow—

  Soft, white comfort,

  A warm blanket

  Upon the mountain

  "Never again

  To rise"

  I thought

  "The cave remains

  Too staggering a distance"

  And as I lay in the snow

  My eyes became heavy

  And finally

  They closed,

  Shutting out

  The vagueness

  Around

  "Never again

  To open"

  I thought

  "And naught

  But

  To travel

  To the lesser planes

  (Beneath the Kingdom of the sun)

  And there

  To study,

  Prepare again

  For the deserts—

  The gardens,

  Prepare again

  For the search"

  ("Surely

  A release

  From my sorrow—

  Happily

  I give up this plane")

  I thought

  As I reminisced,

  The lady

  I lay in the snow

  Waiting—

  The timeless transition

  And as I waited

  I thought again of happiness,

  And meditation—

  To bring it forth

  (Surely a paradox

  Of emotions—

  The death of the lady

  And

  The happiness love of life)

  And

  I thought again of love;

  And silence was the key

  (The mental fast)

  Give up the thoughts

  Of the past

  And then something strange

  Began to happen—

  Unknown sounds—music,

  Beautiful to hear

  And unknown feelings in my ailing body—vibrations

  To raise my being from the depths

  Of the shadow world

  And the barriers

  Of fear

  Were lowered,

  No longer could the material

  Lock out

  The world of the spirit,

  The world of higher life,

  And the world of truth

  And love became a door

  In all directions

  Majestic

  And golden

  Before me

  And love enveloped

  Like an envelope

  Surrounding—

  Love all around

  Abounding

  Strength to unify

  To bring together

  Demander

  And supply

  A new sensation

  Overcoming

  Springing up

  From the love within

  New awareness of the spirit

  New knowledge from the past—

  "Comes now

  The truth of the prophet?"

  I asked in wonder

  "How high

  Have I climbed

  Upon the mountain?"

  And the body of the spirit

  Moved

  "The soul

  Comes to life!—

  "Rise up

  And remember"

  I urged

  "Open the eye

  And watch"

  The light streamed forth—

  And there before me,

  Long and floating,

  Spirals reaching up,

  Magical—

  The silver chord,

  A two world umbilicus

  Unbroken

  "Rise up

  And attain"

  I urged

  And the key opened the door

  And suddenly

  Stood forth

  The nine steps of life

  "Magnificent

  In beauty"

  I thought

  "And colors

  All"

  And then

  Lifted

  The vagueness

  Everywhere around

  The white white snow

  Upon the mountain,

  The bright yellow sun

  Above

  A cloudless sky

  And the green sea

  Of the forest

  Of the vast world

  Below

  "The wind blowing

  Swirling

  Whirling up

  The soul of pandemonium

  "Whirling

  To whirl away

  My soul

  Forever gone"

  And yet

  There stood

  The nine steps of life—

  Rainbow colors

  In the sky

  "How high the climb"

  I thought

  "To find

  The nine steps

  To eternity"

  Colorful plateaus

  Enticing

  Enchanting

  Entrancing

  "Rise up the force—

  Bring forth the psychic

  The infinite power,

  To contact;

  A gift from God

  For the man

  In love

  "Bring forth the feet

  To move upon"

  Secret doors,

  Locked in the desert,

  Crumbled

  Upon the mountain

  "Knowledge

  Let loose

  And shine forth—

  "Once

  I was a Master

  Of

  The seven chakras"

  Knowledge

  To mo
ve upon

  And the first seven steps

  Are easy

  For the Master

  Of the serpent—

  Coils

  In the colored sky

  Vibrant

  Radiant

  The seven steps shine

  Violet

  Indigo

  Blue

  Green

  Yellow

  Orange

  Red

  Beautiful - spiritual ascending,

  But what is higher?—

  I know

  The eighth and ninth

  Exist

  Looking

  Searching

  Straining

  But I cannot see the color

  Of the eighth—

  Too high,

  Too lofty

  So I step

  Upon

  To embrace the power

  Of the bottom step

  And as

  My airy foot

  Stands down

  The world turns

  A brilliant color

  "One color of life

  Falling

  From the rainbow sky—

  Drops

  Splashing the mind

  And painting the world

  A million shades

  Of red"

  From above

  The music

  Of the spheres

  Come to life

  The ringing

  Of the ears

  A constant note

  Another foot

  Rising,

  Rotating

  The world of colors

  To a scene of orange—

  The second step of life

  From below

  I hear the voice

  Of woe,

  The physical

  Still alive

  The body crying out

  Mental anguish

  Searching for the known

  But

  I turn away

  For the true life

  Is above,

  A foundation of love

  Overcoming the fears

  Again

  I rise—

  The other foot moves

  To a world of yellow—

  Brilliant upon

  The mountain above

  A beautiful yellow

  Bright

  The clouds

  The forests

  The lakes

  Below

  I watch the movement

  Of the world in yellow

  A moment

  And then again

  I step,

  A steady pace,

  A Master's pace

  To blue and green

  To indigo and violet

  Rising upon

  And the world turns

  In color

  Still,

  I cannot see

  The color

  Of the eighth

  And standing

  Upon the seventh step

  And looking about

  A violet sun

  In a violet sky

  Above

  The violet mountain

  Of the violet world

  Below

  Still

  Somewhere

  In the distance

  Below

  A confused brain

  Turmoiled in fear

  Grasping in panic

  Searching

  A mere sense

  Of it

  But rise

  To the power

  To the spheres

  Vibrations

  Music of sound

  Magnificent chord

  A rising soul

  The eighth step

  "Rise not!"

  Screamed my brain

  Still struggling

  But weaker

  Surging

  Through,

  Pulsing

  Quick

  The living

  The enlightened soul

  A losing feeling

  The flesh

  Below

  And surging stronger

  Through a reeling brain,

  Vibrations

  "Yielding—

  Yielding—

  Now

  But a loose grip

  Grasping for the known life

  (And the mountain

  Still looks

  A deep violet)"

  And then

  The quickening ears,

  Vibrating drums

  A sound

  So strange

  Of bells (or chimes)

  And ringing constant

  And the sound

  Of the spheres

  Music

  To lighten the soul

  Of the body—

  Soul rising

  How peaceful the mountain

  Violet

  Screaming

  Brain,

  A moment of birth

  Ringing the drums

  The flesh is there,

  Somewhere;

  And the soul

  Vibrating

  To life

  Panic

  Screaming

  And crying

  But

  Let loose

  And rise up

  The unseen step

  Stepping the eighth

  And lofty ascent

  Rising—

  And the changing mountain

  From violet

  A world known

  Leaving

  Swirling

  Whirling

  A world known

  Receding

  Swirling

  Whirling

  Yielding up

  And the changing

  From violet

  A formless mountain

  Luminescing

  The fading ways

  Of the last of the changing colors

  But keep

  The love

  Strong

  The brain

  Weeps

  In woe

  And fades away

  Weeping

  To the ringing

  Of the drums

  Ringing ringing ringing

  To the changing

  Of the violet world

  Changing

  Swirling

  Blinding

  Fading color

  Blinding

  Brightening