I read with great interest an article in the New York Times Magazine today entitled In Search of Ancient Morocco by Aatish Tasser.
I was fascinated by this account of Morocco as I recently returned from that country myself. I went earlier, in 2000, and the Morocco I saw this time was a sanitized version of what I experienced earlier on, as though modernity and caprice had driven away the Spirits completely.
Until you got to the Sahara.
As Aatish Tasser recounts in this article, something happened to him in the Sahara, something primordial, ancient, and frightening. He apologetically says at the end of the article that he is not spiritual, in the slightest. His world view is tactile, logical and is restricted to what he can see and hear.
Here is his story about what happened that night:
"At about 1:30 a.m., I awoke in terror. My body was frozen, as if pinned down by an invisible force. Cold spasms ran up my spine. I had trouble breathing and the darkest visions engulfed my mind. I was neither asleep nor awake but in some kind of half state. I tried as best I could to turn my mind to all the positive things in my life, my husband, my dog. Yet all that was good went bad, returning to me in the image of my fear, which was physical and prehensile, like a swarming of nerves. Paru herself appeared to me as a witch doctor, a sorceress. It was then, recalling the story she had told me, that I found myself uttering the same words she had used to ward off her fears: La illaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasul Allah …
It was the first time in my adult life that I had prayed."
He could not speak about this the next day.
I had a similar experience in a desert camp, the only critical difference is that I absolutely dwell in both the spiritual and the human realms, in perfect balance. I have experienced what lies beyond the veil and unless you are protected, it can pretty much lead to what this author went through.
Archangel Michael is always with me and I call him in every day. That night in the Sahara when we retired to our tents after dancing to Berber music under a breathtaking starlit sky, the same kind of ancient energy described by Aatish Tasser tried to get through.
Only it couldn't. I have gone through many things in the spiritual realm but that night I was in the midst of a tremendous cosmic battle that raged most of the night.
The ancient primordial forces of darkness met the ancient primordial forces of the Archangelic and Angelic realm, and I was in a vortex in the middle, completely unscathed.
We stirred up something very ancient and dare I say, evil...but it got nowhere near me.
And for those who struggle with the idea of this, as our NY Times reporter once did, then I say please visit the Sahara, and find out for yourself.
I was fascinated by this account of Morocco as I recently returned from that country myself. I went earlier, in 2000, and the Morocco I saw this time was a sanitized version of what I experienced earlier on, as though modernity and caprice had driven away the Spirits completely.
Until you got to the Sahara.
As Aatish Tasser recounts in this article, something happened to him in the Sahara, something primordial, ancient, and frightening. He apologetically says at the end of the article that he is not spiritual, in the slightest. His world view is tactile, logical and is restricted to what he can see and hear.
Here is his story about what happened that night:
"At about 1:30 a.m., I awoke in terror. My body was frozen, as if pinned down by an invisible force. Cold spasms ran up my spine. I had trouble breathing and the darkest visions engulfed my mind. I was neither asleep nor awake but in some kind of half state. I tried as best I could to turn my mind to all the positive things in my life, my husband, my dog. Yet all that was good went bad, returning to me in the image of my fear, which was physical and prehensile, like a swarming of nerves. Paru herself appeared to me as a witch doctor, a sorceress. It was then, recalling the story she had told me, that I found myself uttering the same words she had used to ward off her fears: La illaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasul Allah …
It was the first time in my adult life that I had prayed."
He could not speak about this the next day.
I had a similar experience in a desert camp, the only critical difference is that I absolutely dwell in both the spiritual and the human realms, in perfect balance. I have experienced what lies beyond the veil and unless you are protected, it can pretty much lead to what this author went through.
Archangel Michael is always with me and I call him in every day. That night in the Sahara when we retired to our tents after dancing to Berber music under a breathtaking starlit sky, the same kind of ancient energy described by Aatish Tasser tried to get through.
Only it couldn't. I have gone through many things in the spiritual realm but that night I was in the midst of a tremendous cosmic battle that raged most of the night.
The ancient primordial forces of darkness met the ancient primordial forces of the Archangelic and Angelic realm, and I was in a vortex in the middle, completely unscathed.
We stirred up something very ancient and dare I say, evil...but it got nowhere near me.
And for those who struggle with the idea of this, as our NY Times reporter once did, then I say please visit the Sahara, and find out for yourself.