Dark Forces

2008-6-3 05:48:00

Woody asks:

"What is the fundamental difference between the "Light" forces and the "Dark" forces? Can we get some kind of ideological insight into what is the core motivation of each group. It seems that even the light group is more interested in pointing out the difficulties of the dark group than in bringing to light their fundamental motivation."

JJ:

I've answered this question a number of times. Perhaps it would increase our understanding to review the approach of a dark agent. I'll post excerpts from "The Immortal," Book 2, concerning Philo. I'll post this today and more later.

The following is taken from "The Immortal," Book 2, Chapter 12:

[Beginning of excerpt.]

Sunday morning I was a few minutes late getting to the airport and found Lance waiting for his luggage at baggage claim. Next to him was a tall man, about 6'2", with long light brown hair tied in a pony tail. I would guess he was somewhere in his late thirties or early forties. He was very tan, dressed in bleached and very worn Levis and a bright Hawaiian type shirt. He basically looked like a southern Californian. Lance's eyes lit up when he caught wind of my presence and exclaimed, shaking my hand, "Joe. Great to see you!"

"It's been too long," I said. "So, is this your friend you told me about?"

"It sure is! Allow me to introduce you to Brother Philo."

"Brother Philo?" I quizzed as I shook his hand. "Is Philo your first name or your last?"

"It's my first and last," he smiled. "I'm just Brother Philo."

"O-Kay," I said, somewhat amused. Lance surrounded himself with interesting friends. I paused a moment, turned to Lance and said, "So what have you been up to? Have you got that Center put together yet?"

"Everything is really coming together," he said brightly. "We are so close to making a big leap here, it's scary!"

Every time I meet Lance he sounds very upbeat as if he were on the verge of monumental success, and I could see this meeting would be no exception. Lance is in his early forties, a boyish-looking and charming character whose hair is a little lighter than Brother Philo's. He is about 5'11" and average weight. I always thought he missed his calling as an actor; he has the looks and the personality. Instead, he's spent the last dozen years promoting and searching for his brand of truth in various places around the country, finally settling in the Los Angeles area - which, of course, is the capital city of the planet for avant garde philosophy.

I met Lance about 15 years ago. We both worked at a health spa selling memberships. It turned out we had quite a lot of free time and some common interests, so we often spent hours talking about philosophy, New Age thought, religion, the meaning of life and so on. Even though we only worked there for a short period of time, our friendship continued. For several years we shared in a search for truth. We attended a number of different churches and checked out all the New Age and metaphysical groups in the area. We didn't seem to find much besides platitudes. The best thing we found was in the written word. We both combed through many books and shared and traded the most interesting. We both concluded there was a certain amount of truth in many of the scriptures of the world, including the Bible, but we felt that the religions of the world were just a preparatory thought to condition mankind for the real thing.

We felt that many of the so-called channeled New Age books contained very little real truth, but now and then we came across one that really made us think. There were a few, out of the many that claimed to be revealed from a higher source, that we came to accept as teaching some higher truths. Lance was very stimulated by some of the things we learned, and came to the conclusion that there must be much more truth to learn than what we could dig up in our "backwoods" state of Idaho. He liquidated all his assets and took off on a sort of vision quest. He spent time in Sante Fe, New Mexico: Sedona, Arizona; New York, San Francisco and finally settled in the City of Angels. He checked out dozens of New Age, metaphysical and off-beat religious groups. Time and time again, he would give me a similar report when he called. He would say something like, "You know, I left Idaho in search of higher truth and the more I search, the more I conclude that nobody has any more truth than we do. These guys down here are just a bunch of large egos looking for an audience. I think we ought to start our own group."

While Lance got caught up in New Age thought, I got caught up in marriage and making a living. I continued my own search with the limited time I had and Lance continued his quest on a pretty much full-time basis. Over the years, he has visited or called periodically and kept me informed about his progress. The past couple of years he has been trying to form a group that would be a notch above the regular cult mentality, but he hasn't had much luck and is always on his last dollar. He tells me that the regular New Agers seem to want a standard guru to tell them what to do, even the ones who claim to not want leaders.

He's also has been talking about creating a Center for gathering New Age types, but has never pulled together the funding to fulfill his dream. Nevertheless, he continues to press forward with enthusiasm.

"So, did you stumble across some big bucks in the big city to create your Center?" I asked.

"It's as good as done," he replied. He turned to Philo and clapped him on the back. "Brother Philo here knows an unbelievable number of people, even a couple movie stars. He thinks my idea of the Center is a great one and that getting funding will be no problem at all. There are people he can call on tomorrow that would give us the money."

"How long have you known this guy?" I whispered to him as we were walking out to the parking lot.

"Just a couple weeks, but that's enough. Believe me, this guy has a lot going for him. He not only knows rich people, but comes from a rich family and has traveled all over the world, including mystical places like Tibet and India."

"Really?" I said. "If Philo has all these resources, then why doesn't he build his own center?"

"Philo works behind the scenes on the spiritual plane," Lance stated matter-of-factly.. "He helps others accomplish great works. He doesn't take credit himself, but is just interested in seeing greater light come to mankind."

Something in me registered a suspicion toward this guy but I thought I had to be fair here. It was possible that Lance had come across another exceptional being like John. "So what kind of things has Philo worked with in the past?" I asked.

Lance looked slightly disturbed and whispered, "When you're talking to him always call him Brother Philo."

"Is there some reason behind that?" I asked.

"Brother Philo is just the name he goes by and that's what he wants to be called," he said.

"Sounds more like something a born-again preacher might want to be called rather than a New Ager," I remarked.

"Maybe," said Lance, "but Brother Philo sees himself as a brother to all men and women, so I guess it makes sense. In answer to your question, Brother Philo has worked with many groups and individuals over the years. He may only look about forty, but I think he's really over 100 years old. Maybe much older than that."

I stared at Lance for a moment. "Has he told you he's over a hundred?"

"Not directly, but he's hinted at it. He's such a fantastic person that if he told me he was two hundred I would believe it."

God, Lance could be so gullible! "You were telling me about his accomplishments," I said, wanting to hear more concrete information about this guy.

"Well, like I said, he doesn't take credit for what he has done, but he has been the force behind a half dozen environmental groups and dozens of study groups in various places across the country; and then in deep meditation he contacts world leaders and influences their decisions for good. He even used is powers to influence Gorbachev, Reagan and others to bring down the Berlin Wall."

I about dropped his duffel bag before I put it in the trunk of the car. "You don't usually believe such astounding claims. What makes you think this guy is telling you the truth?" I asked.

"The best answer I can give is to let you get to know him," he sniffed.

We all got in the car and drove home. Brother Philo was completely silent, apparently dozing lightly in the back seat, as Lance and I exchanged some small talk. I didn't tell Lance about Elizabeth's recovery. I thought I would let it be a pleasant surprise, as indeed it was. As we entered our home Lance noticed Elizabeth setting the table for breakfast.

"Elizabeth!" he gasped. "You're up! You're walking! Where's your wheelchair?"

"I'm thinking of burning it," she said, laughing while they hugged.

"But you look like you're all better! What happened?"

"The doctor thinks she is having a remission," I injected flatly.

"But she looks so good," said Lance. "Like she's reborn or something. It looks like a miracle happened here. You're not holding back on me are you?" he asked, clasping her shoulder.

"Well, I do believe God has healed me," said Elizabeth, beaming. "That's about all we can tell you."

"You mean there's more?" he mockingly. "Come on. You can't hold out on your old friend. What happened here?"

Elizabeth looked in my direction, so I replied with deliberation. "We met this healer who helped us to understand the cause of her illness and helped her get better. The doctor thinks it is a remission, but we're hoping it's permanent."

"I'd like to meet this healer," said Lance.

"You have met him," Brother Philo injected.

Elizabeth looked startled. "You mean Lance has met John?" I could tell that she gave out John's name without thinking and didn't catch herself in time. I wasn't sure if that was all right or not. Perhaps it would be, as long as we did not tell them who John was.

Lance turned to Philo and said, "So ... Have I met this John?"

Philo put his hands together in a prayerful manner, closed his eyes a few seconds, then opened them and said in all seriousness, "If you have met me, you have met John."

"Are you saying you are John?" asked Elizabeth with some nervousness.

He closed his eyes again for about 15 seconds and answered: "I am John, I am Jesus, I am Buddha, I am Patanjali, I am one with all the Healers."

I felt a disturbing inner feeling from this guy. He seemed so different from John, who I knew was a real spiritual teacher. The main immediate difference I noticed was that everything this guy seemed to do was to produce an effect -- the way he spoke in such pious terms, putting his hands together as if being obviously prayerful, closing his eyes ... John just seemed like a regular guy and did nothing for effect only. My inner self told me that this guy was definitely a phony, but my outer self told me that I must be open-minded and give this guy a chance to prove himself. What bothered me is that Philo's words sounded enough like John's that Elizabeth might believe him.

My fear was somewhat reinforced by Elizabeth's next statement, "So are you a part of the Brotherhood of Light?"

"So you know of the Brotherhood?" he asked, a little surprised.

"Some things," she said.

"Tell me something you know," he said.

I tried sending Elizabeth a mental message to not reveal too much. She answered. "I know that there is a Brotherhood of Light and then there are the Dark Brothers."

"Ahh. The illusion of good and evil," said Philo. "In the end, good and evil are seen as two parts of a whole. The Brotherhood is just the Brotherhood. They are neither good nor evil. They just are. You just are. I just am. I AM." He spoke I AM with the mannerism that he was saying something infinitely profound.

"So, do you see yourself as being one with the Brotherhood?" I asked.

Philo looked in the direction of the ceiling. "All who are one with the Higher Self are brothers and dwell in oneness."

"But I have had a definite experience where I have encountered a being from the invisible world that was definitely not good. He was definitely evil and wanted to do me harm," Elizabeth countered.

Philo began pacing back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back. "There are lives in every plane who do not realize their connection with their source and seem to do harm. In reality, they are just mischievous children who have not found their way home. If one of them comes into your life experience you must ask yourself why you needed that experience."

"So, you are saying that if someone robs me it's because I need the experience?" I asked.

"Yes, and if the experience seems unpleasurable, you must ask yourself what there is in you that wants pain in your life rather than pleasure."

"Do you believe in karma then?" Elizabeth asked.

"Karma is for those who feel they need it. When you no longer need it, you do not have to suffer its consequences."

"So, if I kill someone and decide I don't have a need to pay for my crime, then I don't have to pay for my wrongdoing?" I said, incredulous at his philosophy.

He reflected a second and replied slowly, "You bring to yourself what you think you need. If you feel you do not need punishment, then you will not draw it to you."

"So if he is not punished, how will he learn that it is wrong to kill?" Elizabeth asked.

"All souls progress toward the Light, and as we do, we just drop our harmful characteristics and keep the good. The old souls become part of the One Brotherhood. It does not matter what they have done in the past because it is the past and they live in the present. The Present is all there is."

"See. I told you this guy was great, didn't I?" Lance exclaimed, elbowing my arm. "He has an answer for everything."

"But having an answer and having the right answer are two different things," I said, glaring at Philo.

"Well said," replied Philo, smiling. "It is understandable that you doubt my words. The idea that the earth was round and not flat was difficult to understand a few hundred years ago, but now it is impossible to see otherwise. If you will elevate yourself to the view of the Higher Self, you will see as I see."

I felt that I may offend my friend Lance if I replied with my true feelings at that time. Everything about this guy's manner was so phony and pious and revolting to me. I just hoped Elizabeth wasn't swallowing his illusionary thoughts.

We sat down to a late breakfast and reverted back to small talk. Lance and I caught each other up on the latest happenings in our lives. Elizabeth related some of her struggles with her disease and entertained Lance with her description of my encounters with the doctor. This time I could tell that she was trying to avoid mentioning John. Brother Philo did not seem to involve himself in our conversation. He ate slowly with no expression as if he heard none of the conversation that was going on.

Finally, after seeming oblivious to our words, he looked up at Elizabeth and spoke, "You seem concerned that your disease may come back. Perhaps you would find comfort if I sealed your wellness for you."

"Sealed her wellness? What in the world does that mean?" I asked with some noticeable distrust in my voice.

"Does wellness disturb you, my brother?" he asked. "Would you rather that I talk about disease and death?"

"Give the guy a chance," Elizabeth said, glancing at me. "There have to be many teachers in this world. Perhaps Brother Philo has something to offer here."

"Thank you," said Philo. "You are indeed a spiritual lady. Would you like me to check your wellness then?"

"What harm can it do? Go ahead," she responded.

"Let's go in the living room and have you sit in a chair," he said, pulling Elizabeth's chair from the table.

I felt uncomfortable as we proceeded with this. The guy was a little strange but my feelings went beyond that. I felt a distrust for him beyond what seemed reasonable. If I were Spiderman, I would say my spider sense was tingling.

We went into the living room and Elizabeth sat in a chair as we gathered around her. Philo stood in front of her and raised his hands toward the ceiling with his eyes closed, then lowered his hands as he opened his eyes, Then he moved his hands around a circumference about two feet from her body as if he were feeling something.

"He's feeling her aura," said Lance, sensing our curiosity.

"This is an unusual subject," said Philo as he was methodically moving his hands through the air surrounding her. "I must make visible the invisible." He then stood back and held his arms open wide and stared at her.

"Good God!" he almost shouted. This was the first emotion, real or imagined, that I had seen in the guy, and it came as a surprise, especially to Elizabeth.

"What is it?" she gasped, getting up.

"Sit back down!" he commanded. "You have a great dagger planted right in the midst of your back. Remain still so I can focus on it."

"What do you mean dagger in her back?" I asked.

"It's not in her physical body, but in her spiritual, and it's been the cause of her ill health."

"But I'm better now," said Elizabeth. "If there was some sort of dagger in me, surely it would be gone now."

"It has changed position recently," said Philo. "Unfortunately, this will only give you temporary relief. When it adjusts to its new position you will be in a worse condition than you ever were."

"What shall I do then?" she asked with growing concern.

"A master physician must pull it out," he said.

"And that would be you, I assume," I said wryly.

"If Elizabeth wants me to remove the dagger I will," Philo replied, patting her shoulder.

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Would you like the dagger removed?" he asked Elizabeth.

"I suppose," she said nervously. "What harm can it do?"

"It shall be done," said Philo. He then grabbed what appeared to be an imaginary object from her back and dramatically pulled it out. After he pulled it out he held the invisible object above his head and mumbled several sentences in some language I had never heard before. He then "raked" the "hole" left in her aura by the removed dagger and breathed out, "Ahhhh..." in a long, drawn-out phrase.

"What language did you just speak?" Lance asked.

"I spoke to the Guardian," he said. "The Guardian of the Soul. I asked him to take the dagger so it can't hurt Elizabeth again."

"So did he take it?" asked Lance.

"The Guardian fulfilled my request," Philo said with great seriousness.

"So who is this Guardian?" I asked.

"The Guardian is our Perfect Self who will lead us to peace, health and happiness," he said, as he slowly waved his hands over her invisible aura. "Now Elizabeth, stand and feel the power of the Guardian. Feel the Great Life that flows through you."

She stood up.

"How do you feel?" Lance asked.

"OK, I guess," she said.

"Walk back and forth across the room," said Philo.

Elizabeth walked back and forth across the room. After a moment she said, "I think I do feel better."

"You were already feeling great," I said. "Are you sure you are feeling even better?"

"I think so," she said. "I seem to feel lighter and have more energy." She looked at Philo. "Do you think this means that my disease will not come back?"

"It will not come back unless someone places another dagger in you," he said.

"How could that happen?" she asked.

"The first dagger was placed in you a couple of years ago by someone very close to you," he said. "Often, even those we love can create negativity which can materialize in the spiritual world as a dagger or other deadly object. It secures itself in our spiritual body and affects our physical."

"It sounds like you are insinuating I did it," I said, sounding visibly upset.

"I am sure she has many loved ones," he said. "I am not naming names, but she must discover the source of the dagger, or another one could be placed in her. Negativity will rear its head again shortly. It is important that she recognize it and avoid it."

I was starting to feel even more negatively toward Philo. Lance seemed to sense it and injected: "Brother Philo and I have some visiting to do. I want to introduce him to several friends, but we'll be back around eight this evening. How about calling Wayne and inviting him over and we'll have some good conversation?"

"I'm sure Wayne will find Philo an interesting piece of work," I said flatly.

"It's not like you to be sarcastic," Elizabeth said, frowning at me. She turned toward Philo and Lance. "We'll look forward to seeing you both again this evening."

In a few minutes they were both gone, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Philo was a complete phony and that Elizabeth was being taken in by him.

"That is a very interesting person," said Elizabeth right after I finished my thought. She added, walking down the hall to the bedroom. "He's also very good-looking. Maybe he missed his calling as a famous actor."

"I don't think so," I whispered to myself.

[End of excerpt.]

  

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