Hermes Trismegistus
Sometimes we neglect why we call ourselves Hermetists.
Generally speaking, I had been encountering two typical situations in my first quests to meet Hermes Trismegistus:
1. False Hermes Trismegistus. They claim to be him, but they are not. They run away when they are discovered.
Several times happened to me that I was approaching Hermes’ office, very excited that I’d finally had a chance to see him and speak to him. Then, my spiritual guide would usually tell me something like: “No, it’s not him. He is a fake one”. After that I would see the shadow of fake Hermes Trismegistus’ leaving the office and disappearing somewhere into the darkness. At that moment, I would also feel something like “evil” in the air…I think that this situation happened to me four or five times.
2. Spirits who claim that Hermes Trismegistus most probably doesn’t exist for real, that he is just the highest inspiration and aspiration for the true seekers, something like the top destination for all the magicians and alchemists of the universe. Some of the spirits were truly surprised when they heard from me that I had no idea about that he was not real.
I did not give up. So about 7 years ago, the head of Hermes Trismegistus appeared in my room… His head was the end of the bright white light coming from somewhere outside (who knows from where – maybe from Logos)…
His head was first like a Greek face than it changed into Egyptian.
I thought to myself, “Those Hellenists really were into something when they put Thoth and Hermes together.”
I will share here my newest experience from 10 days ago. I had been contemplaiting a lot about Hermes Trismegistus, when that night I had a chance to visit in my OBE a place where my alter older son lives, I met him in a similar apartment to the one from our world’s and he was also almost the same, though he was a bit shorter and his hair a bit darker. Next to him set a young man, he was about 28, so he told me he was Hermes and he was there to help my son. I realized that I was in a similar world, parallel, and a bit different.
I was shocked by everything. My son, me there and Hermes. But then, I took a walk around that world, and was even more shocked. It was something like a paradise. All people were happy, but very lazy. I was then surprisingly cought by the police. What did I do wrong? I did not know, except for maybe walking around as a stranger without permission to do so. But the police soon lost any interest with me, and let me go, forgetting even thay had arrested me before.
So, Hermes was again by my side. And this time comes even a bigger shock. He said, we are now
in Cockaigne Land, but it is not so good here like you think it is. The problem here is that people are forbidden to work by law. Your son here is in a danger here, because he is doing here his work in arts and science. I am helping him improve and survive. This is not a paradise it is tyranny.
As we walked, I saw dirt and garbage in the fields, and then Hermes said, the only people who were allowed to work here were communal workers to clean all that dirt people were leaving behind.
Well, I understood that people are people after all, wherever they live, they create hell by themselves and to themselves.
Later on I was watching TV with my son in this Land of Cockaigne. And then a sage appeared, old and wise, I recognized him. He said, I am Hermes Trismegistus. This was my biggest shock during this session. I asked him overwelmed by feelings, Where do you actually live?
And then he said, I live in a so remote place you cannot really understand, but I am also always there for my children and relatives, like you are!
So, I say Great Great Great Hermes!
My god and my father.
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