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Chapter 26 - Invocation At The Lake For seven days at Lake Sammamish I performed a Deliverance Invocation. Lake Sammamish is like a world of its own. It is just a small lake, but many strange spirits have assembled there. Some spirits do not resemble humans at all. Ovoid in shape and emitting blueish light with strange wave patterns, they are like eggs with light shining from within. It seems that spirits of this particular shape are not often seen elsewhere. In this small lake, there are animal spirits, including a kind of toad spirit which has a dark green color. When these spirits came upon my invocation, they were gentle and civil, mild and easily approachable. I helped them by reciting mantra for them, but it seemed difficult to penetrate them deeply. These animal spirits came and went, rapidly appearing and disappearing. There was a very strange female spirit who curled herself up under a tree when she arrived. She was small and skinny, and wet from head to toes. She had some spiritual power, and could attach herself to rocks on the peaks or down in valleys under the lake. In the form of a light yellow vapor that appeared and disappeared on the cliffs and precipices, she kept changing and I suspected that she might be a cultivator. This female spirit that spewed and swallowed a yellow light sometimes made me feel that she was spineless, but sometimes she gave me the feeling that she was strong-willed and brusque. She was sometimes sluggish and yet sometimes wild and uninhibited. She was very special, with very clear eyes and beautifully curved lips. When she smiled, she was like a calm and gentle breeze. Her only fault was that she was so skinny and small. There were stains and shiny spots on her clothes, as if they had been worn for a very long time. She had become unhappy, dull, and somewhat worried. I emitted light from my spiritual heart to her. She crossed both her arms in silence. For a long time she was still there. "What are you waiting for?" I asked. "You know why." A very long hour passed. "What is bothering you? Please tell me." "I am a witch. You know it." Oh! A witch. I have mistaken a witch for a cultivator. "Guru from the Orient, you know a witch only likes the forests and the moon. A witch can find real happiness in the forests. She does not belong to the water nor to the lake. A witch only worships the goddess of the moon. Riding on her broom, she flies to the moon." "That is a myth," I replied. "It is not a myth, Guru. A witch could pick the most beautiful day and fly on her broom, under the moonlight, to the country of the moon to find her future happiness. Unfortunately, at the last hour of that one night, while I was flying right over Lake Sammamish, I suddenly thought of carnal desire and its pleasures and, losing control of my broom, I fell, under the starry sky and amid darkness, into Lake Sammamish, my beautiful dream crushed." "Such things do exist!" "Now, my heart is full of anguish, anxiety, fear, and endless waiting." "What are you waiting for?" "I must find that broom. I have been looking for it all this time. Can you help me find it?" "I, I don't think I can, but I will try my best ..." I was saddened. I really didn't know how to find the witch's broom. To use mantra? To use visualization? To use meditation? I apologized to the yellow-hued witch because I did, indeed, not understand or know how. Invocations at the lake can bring on many strange happenings, some of which are beyond one's imagination. Many of the spirits undergo transformation. Perhaps first resembling a small tree, in an instant it becomes a small boat floating on the water and, in another instant, it is a rabbit in the bushes. Very strange. Invocation at the lake requires patience. Sometimes it is totally dependent on the individual's level of cultivation and his intuition. Every spirit demands a different means of deliverance. This is my work at Lake Sammamish. I hope to deliver not just living beings, but also sentient beings who have died. The inner awakening is the determination to seek Truth. These are lost and drifting souls; it is not right to be fanatical nor is it right to be stagnant. The souls that have descended too deep in indulgence need to be delivered. Souls that are too stagnant also need to be delivered. Some souls hate themselves and also laugh deprecatingly at themselves. Some souls are searching all the time, with all their might. Holy-Red-Crown-Vajra-Master has to be compassionate. The invocation at the lake is not due to an over-zealousness of cultivation, nor is it for fun and excitement. It is a kind of almsgiving, composed and calm. It is a salvation, a limitlessly great salvation. Performing such a deliverance, brought me a little fatigue, and will not bring me any reward or benefit, but it is, indeed, the expression of an ordinary loving kindness which is reaching out to form ties of affinity with the realm of the dead.
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