The Undine, Part 2

[William Mistele]

Copyright (C) 1996 by William Mistele. All rights reserved.

Note: In The Key to the True Quabbalah, Franz Bardon mentions a great
many magic formulas. One is the E-M formula which I use in this story.

Istiphul 12/3/96: I do not often have time to work with undines since I
have a full meditation schedule. But when the opportunity presents
itself, the experience is always delightful.

I was at one of my favorite pools beneath the cliffs of Makapu'u on Oahu.
The wind was blowing twenty knots and flailing my face with foam from
the waves and spray like drops of rain. And amid the gusts and sound of
waves crashing against volcanic rocks, I heard Istiphul singing this
song with an exhilaration which was enthralling. My body began to shiver
at the sound of her voice--I had not felt such unrestrained exuberance
and naked passion so freely shared for many years:

An Undine's Prayer

Gentle winds sweep over me
Caress the breasts of these waves
With ripples running free
Wild wind take me, ravish me
With your kiss of bliss
With your hips of thunder
Spread your fingers on my skin
Let my spray foam and play upon your lips
As you dip your tongue
Into my troughs and crests
I throb, my body turns and rolls over
Bound to your heartbeat
I listen as you whisper
Your breath stirs my currents
My tides rise higher
Whose voice can express the wonder of your joy
As your mouth tastes my breasts
As your lips fly, hover, and then dive
Into my waves and thighs
As your hunger invades my inner recesses--
Oh, for a mortal lover
With the passion of the wind
To feel his eyes burn
As they glide upon my naked skin
His desires sinking down into my depths,
Lord of the Sky
Of storm cloud, hurricane, gale, and of Northwest winds
I pray, grant my request
I will not be denied forever
Will human beings ever discover on their own
Such pleasures unknown
Except one become my lover?
Lord of the Winds
A thousand times you have met with me
A thousand times you have set me free
What is one more wish to you?
I only ask that he have the ability
To enter my dreams, to taste with me,
To perceive the beauty of the sea,
And the strength to endure my magical ecstasy.
May the Love that binds the universe with its might
Penetrate me this night
And fill me with light
Then I shall be satisfied
My secret desires finally consumed
And celebrated within another's heart.

Istiphul Part II

At a later date, Istiphul says to me, "When you call me you speak a word
of power which arises from the core of my being. It speaks of mysteries
hidden within water which I have never dreamed. Is this something you
can teach me?"
I reply, "Istiphul, for those who serve the One Light nothing is
hidden. You have sought to heal the wounds of my heart by the power of
beauty which gives all of itself and holds nothing back. So too I am
free to give to you according to your needs.
"The word of power I speak has two parts and is composed of two
notes. The first part is the cosmic letter or what I call the bardic
note of "E." This "E" is spoken through the power of concentration
which creates a field of energy out of a color, a sound, and an
elemental sensation.
"This color has an oscillation outside the visible spectrum but we
can visualize it as dark ultraviolet. Some can only imagine light as
being bright. But this light casts no shadows--it is the color of
transparency. It illuminates not the outer form but the inner being.
The shining radiance of this light dissolves the boundaries of space and
time so that what is hidden within can be clearly seen.
"The sensation and sound are similar. The sensation is of
penetrating everywhere without limitation. Everything is near--distance
is banished. And the sound, here, let us sing it together--it is the
note of `D.'" And together as she and I sing this note our voices are
one sound from two hearts.
"Easy my dear friend," says Istiphul. "You are tearing my soul
apart. How can you stand such beauty?"
"The sound," I reply, "is the feeling of omnipresence--of being
joined completely with another. Come on now. Don't be shy. Every
genuine magician has this power--the ability to untangle his mind from
his own body, thoughts, and emotions, to let go of his past and to put
aside all his many agendas. All of this he does to see the world through
another's eyes without even a trace of his own awareness distorting what
he perceives."
We hum the sound again softly and Istiphul clings to me and then
says, "This is like being nowhere--there is nothing to hold on to. Even
dreams do not sink this deep."
Then Istiphul places her cheek next to mine and she whispers, "Permit
me to see this mystery through your eyes."
"As you wish," I reply.
And then, as one breath, one heartbeat, our five senses joined,
Istiphul and I look out at the world through this akashic state of
awareness. Istiphul says, "The people of your race have such sorrow in
their hearts. I can feel their tears breaking free of their eyes and I
can feel the tears they do not cry. But beyond the nightmare and the
sealed doors, past the sadness, grief, and sorrow that chains their souls,
they possess the power to create from out of their own wills the love
that transforms the world."
And then I see Istiphul's eyes begin to cry. She turns and looks at
me and weeps. She shakes her head, the tears running over her lips, and
she says, "What an absolutely terrible and yet wondrous gift of
unspeakable beauty human beings possess--to be so lonely, to be so far
away from sharing heart to heart. And yet to be so proud--knowing there
is nothing you can not endure because one day you will become radiant
like the sun and magnificent like the stars."
I kissed away her tears. And as the taste of salt touches my tongue,
I am transported beneath a cloudy sky, out at sea, the ocean barely lit
and the waves rolling silently, slow and majestic. And the ocean seems
to be speaking to me through telepathy saying:
"Who will awaken me from my sleep? In my dreams, I feel the
falling rain, the streams, the lakes, the mist drifting over a thousand
peaks. And below, the trees and the leaves drink me in. My dreams are
the rays of the sun, unable to be contained at my touch, exploding into
the rainbow's spectrum. My dreams are the whales' and dolphins' songs
echoing through my heart. My dreams are of life awakening as I call out.
But who calls out to me, to set my soul free? Who will share my secrets
and taste my mysteries?"
Then Istiphul, with that amazing emotional fluidity of hers--to be
both ancient and young, wise and innocent, seductive and coy all in the
same moment, the same smile--says playfully and with soft love in her
eyes, "Is it any wonder that an undine like me tries to bind a magician
with her beauty and through the touch of ecstasy? You magicians fly
about the universe riding the wings of spirit. And yet you must come to
me for the magnetic power you need to fulfill your missions. What mortal
woman can love you with all her of heart, soul, mind, and being as I do
every time we meet?"
And then she quickly puts the tip of her index finger to my lips and
says, "No, do not answer. I am an immortal and jealousy is not within me.
Like the sea, I have ten thousand moods and treasures of love no man
has yet discovered. I have no fear of losing you. I am always here for
you. And you will seek me out again and again because love commands you
to learn one by one my many secrets of magnetism and the feelings that
flow within those who have become one. Now tell me, what is the second
note in this magic formula of yours which makes it so sweet I am ready to
pounce upon you whenever I hear you speak it aloud?"
I reply, "The second is the bardic note of "M." Its color is the
blue-green sea--the original song of water in all its manifestations and
varieties. Its sensation is a freezing cold magnetism--the passion of
ice ages to embrace the world with their breath of icy chill. And yet it
is as sweet and gentle as the morning dew that finds the flower's roots
and by evening is the fragrance carried by the wind.
"And the sound is also the note of `D.' I am sure you have mastered
this vibration long before human beings appeared on this planet. It is
the sound of the oceans of the world in their entirety, as one body,
distilled into one tone. Sing it with me."
We sing it together, but I stop just to listen to her voice as she
sings on. Istiphul stops and says to me, "This is the sound of the
mother's heartbeat--the goddess of the sea. You and I spoke to her not
long ago when she shared with us her dream of gathering in her silver cup
the distilled essence of all the stars."
"Yes," I reply. "But please," I beg, "Don't stop but sing on."
And as she sings I can feel and see the forty foot waves breaking on
Kaluapapa during a winter storm, the iceberg breaking free, the volcano
beneath the ocean with its hot breath exploding, the ocean trench which
no eye has yet seen, the storms at sea, and the winds molding waves in
infinite variety endlessly out of a relentless desire and limitless
patience, and the eel and the mantaray and each fish with its own unique
sensitivity.
When Istiphul stops singing she says with delight, with the voice of
a child and of a queen at the same time, "See! I can do within the
waters of the earth what you can do through your powers of spirit--
omnipresence is part of the awareness of the sea. No man can probe her
mysteries nor taste the depths of her bliss without this song upon his
lips."
And then Istiphul places her middle finger into her mouth and slowly
pulls it out as she gently sucks on it, all the while her gaze is locked
on to my eyes, watching me as if I am someone she has never met. She
then touches her moist finger to the center of my palm and begins sliding
it in a circle. I find myself again transported completely into the
astral plane and into the heart of her domain. I feel as if I have been
transformed into the form of a king of undines who has dwelt by
Istiphul's side for countless ages in her kingdom beneath the sea.
I have to be completely honest with you. All these elemental
beings but especially the undines and a few female sylphs are
outrageously invasive and flirtatious. They act as if their prime
directive, when it comes to love, is to try to see to what extent,
through the power of pleasure, bliss, ecstasy, and magical empathy, they
can magnetize another's aura to blend with their own. Then again,
nature is not so different. Does the wind ask the sailor which way he
plans to voyage before it blows? Do the tides ask permission before they
rise? Do the rivers need encouragement to flow to the ocean?
Neither does true love ask permission before it appears on earth.
Its very nature is to seek the center of another's heart to dwell there
forever. And yet it is never jealous nor does it fear loss. Istiphul is
such a love wrapped about with the magnetism of nature and the fluidity
of water. Though I must say, the feeling of being a king of undines is a
very nice feeling, but I am not tempted. I have other commitments. But
I suspect Istiphul has an entire museum of magicians who were not so
resolute when it came to resisting her invitations. And a few of those
stories I have already told elsewhere.
I have spent four hours with Istiphul today and now it is time for
me to depart. But she insists she balance my aura before I go. How can
I explain this? Swami Muktananda and other great yogis mention that,
during meditation, a beautiful woman, a queen in appearance, once came to
them offering her love. But suddenly this woman changed into a giant
cobra seeking to devour them. This experience then repeated itself and
continued to dominate their imagination whenever they tried to meditate
until they gained the realization of who she was--the goddess kundalini--
a universal force of nature and also a power latent within their own
bodies. To be free of her dark aspect they only needed to give her the
reverence and awe which are due a sacred power and archetypal force of
life.
In my experience, Istiphul is always beautiful. If there is
anything to fear, it is only losing interest in everything else you might
seek to discover in meditation due to sensual infatuation. But, for a
magician, the senses are not just gates leading to pleasure and
satisfaction. They are the keys to the mysteries hidden in the heart of
life. When I gaze upon Istiphul, I perceive the presence and beauty of
the sea and yet I also see that she is a guide to a taste of bliss
without limit which exists within each of our hearts.

Note: I will be putting out a free on-line newsletter by next week
centered around Franz Bardon hermetic magical practices, viz., magical
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for the last 21 years and usually write up notes on my practices each day.

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always the means and opportunity to dicuss anything to whatever extent
anyone wants with those who are interested at least through these bbs.
Bill