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This was my response to The Astral plane forum posted by Thegwigdderntree in IRR but as here are contained some of my fondest thoughts and believes I decide to post it in my Blog; so here it goes….The Idea of the astral plane comes from the vedic tradition, (the vedas have older sources of course).

First we should define what a plane is: existence is viewed as a physical phenomenon by the rational western point of view; consciousness is just an attribute of some of the elements of existence.

from an esoteric point of view, the physical is just a part of existence, in fact the smallest part. We could use geometry for analogies, in geometry a plane is a space confined by some borders, and a plane has two dimensions, length and width, if you add a third dimension, depth, then you got an object instead of a plane.

Now, esoterically speaking, a plane is to existence, what a dimension is to geometry, a whole new level of existence, you can be a line: length, one dimension, a plane: length and width, two dimensions, or something like a cube or a cone or any object: three dimensions, width, length and depth. and all them are simply different forms of conceive projections in space, esoterically, a plane is away to project existence, a way to exist.

Plato said that he thought that the world of ideas was real, because things in that world can be perfect or eternal, he presented the analogy of a cave. if there’s some people on a cave, and thy are talking by a bonfire in the night, someone outside the cave can see the shadows projected by the people moving, and hear the voices, somehow distorted, but the sound and the shadows are not the people, the people are the people. For Plato the physical world was like the shadows and sounds perceived by the stranger, and the world of ideas the actual cave and its occupants.

That world of ideas IS the astral plane, and this physical world is a projection of the astral the bigger difference between both is the density of the matter, not in physics terms, but in existence terms, the physical is more dense and the astral more subtle, therefore more flexible freer, and vastly bigger than the physical plane, and you know the physical universe is quite quite big.

Here comes the catch, the heavens and hells of most cosmovisions are located in the astral plane, and if you arrive to heaven you think: thats it, this is as good as it gets right?, wrong; theres more.

As the physical world is a reflection of the astral plane, the astral plane is a projection of another plane called Causal or Mental or Supramental by some gnostic traditions.

Hindu think that existence is limited to an endless cycle of incarnations in this planes, don’t confuse body and birth with physical, you also have an astral body, and a causal body and you can take birth in those planes.

The mystic adept tries to escape that cycle, for there is the thing, the BIG thing, all the inferior creation: physical, astral and causal, is a reflection of the true creation, the spiritual creation, that level of existence without any kind of materiality, and that creation also has different planes.

The fun part is that all planes coexist in “the same space” or place, and that you can willingly travel across them.

Now the inevitable question, yeah all that accord to whom?… well its been said by mystics of all traditions in the terms of their own cultures, if you want biblio from eastern and western sources i can give you some titles, that includes, Hindu, budhists, Parsi, Christian and Muslim sources, but none of them care for religious boundaries, in fact they try to abolish them.

The most important thing is that all this can be empirically experimented, don’t dies on theory, magic is one of the many ways to do it, or a name that engulfs all the ways if you wish.

Some years ago I had a dream that stroke me as one of those more real than reality dreams, I found it full of meaning.I was walking in the countryside with a friend, talking and laughing, in some kind of trip. We were walking at the edge of the rode on the green grass, the landscape was that of the rural regions of the center of my country.

He was walking in front of me, I was concentrated in or talk when a sheep caught my attention.

-Hey look, its the black sheep- I said as if it was something funny

It was an ordinary sheep with dirty dark gray wool, grazing at the side of the road, for some reason she amused me and I stared to talk to her, then I realized that at the feet of the sheep began a path in the grass, one of those where the herbs are stomped marking a way. I said goodbye to the sheep, feeling like she was some old friend, and started to walk that little path.

The path went off road along a declining hill, I walked it with a good pace, watching the cow turds mining the way. The hill ended and I entered a plain when a country house showed at a small distance, when i was near it the path had faded and a girl stood by.

She was around twelve, skinny, filthy, her grayish-blue stamped dress was just as dirty as she. she looked at me with pale brown eyes, part scared, part uninterested. I assumed she lived in the house while i noticed she was barefoot with not concern for the cow shit all around.

At that time i was 24 or 25 years old I think. After seeing into her eyes I wanted to fuck her while I told to myself that I just wanted to kiss her. So I walked towards her and started to talk in a soft way, my arms went around her and gently put her in the grass.

When my face got close to hers I started to see all her freckles and the green of her eyes. She just looked at me with the same intense uncaring gaze. My lust grew and I kissed her.

When my lips touched hers a felt a repulsion I had never felt in my live, she was all that is not live, every cell in me chocked dried and collapsed, I felt that nausea of an intoxicated body that cant trow up, smoke in my veins, insanity exploding in my head and every conceivable sickening sensation stroke me at the same time. She was all that live is not.

Then I knew that what we call evil is just the absence of love.