Adventures of Master G and his faithful Disciples Morose and Bitumen in the Nigredo Valley, or Modern Alchemy. Phantasmagoria

Appendix to the Trilogy ‘Lessons of Master G’

Adventures of Master G and his faithful Disciples Morose and Bitumen in the Nigredo Valley, or Modern Alchemy

Phantasmagoria

Konstantin Serebrov

Serebrov Boeken Publishing, The Hague

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English translation of a Russian manuscript ‘Похождения Угрюмова’ by Konstantin Serebrov, Moscow, 2009

ISBN: 9789077820940; 978-90-77820-94-0

Second Edition

Editor: Gouri Gozalov c. s.

Translators: Gouri Gozalov: ch. 1-13; Fyodor Shkolnikov: ch. 14-37

Translation of Admiral's songs: Gouri Gozalov, Fyodor Shkolnikov

Proof-reading: Gouri Gozalov

Design: Gouri Gozalov

Cover Image and Illustrations: Tatyana Spasolomskaya

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This book is in memory of Vladimir Stepanov a.k.a. Master G

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1. An Attempt to figure out what's the Use of what's going on

Chapter 2. The Dragon bars the spiritual Path

Chapter 3. Voronezh, February. Inspiration

Chapter 4. Master is the Man No 10

Chapter 5. The Emergence of Panicovsky

Chapter 6. 'Alchemical Temperature': the Apple of Discord

Chapter 7. The Intrigues of Panicovsky

Chapter 8. The Value of the Substance of the Meaning of Life

Chapter 9. Life in the World behind the Curtain

Chapter 10. Bitumen has become enraged

Chapter 11. Bitumen's Adventures in the World behind the Curtain

Chapter 12. Disciples are Graphite which the Master tries to turn into Diamond

Chapter 13. Death of Morose

Chapter 14. Lady Vanderlou

Chapter 15. The inner Worlds of Morose

Chapter 16. Four Worlds of Habitation of living Beings

Chapter 17. The instability of the inner Climate in the School

Chapter 18. The Luciferian Current

Chapter 19. The karmic Weight of real Knowledge

Chapter 20. A Bit more about three-brained Beings

Chapter 21. Master is a spiritual Superman

Chapter 22. The sad Fate of three-brained Beings

Chapter 23. The Master speaks about the Necessity of mastering four Kinds of mystical Arts

Chapter 24. The inner Woman. Death is an Advisor. The working Group

Chapter 25. What orderly Beetle-Fart has to do with escaping from Planet Earth

Chapter 26. The Master is working on the Refinement of his Students. Bad Company

Chapter 27. Creating a Cosmos of personal Initiative. The Ray extends the Life of its faithful Adepts

Chapter 28. To Whom does the Life of Morose belong. What is the Starry Tradition

Chapter 29. How One can enter the Ray

Chapter 30. The magical Aspect of Cabbalism. An active alchemical Crystal

Chapter 31. Morose tries to understand the Causes of bad Karma

Chapter 32. An infernal Alien. The Prospects of the School for the period of the next 300 years. The ideal alchemical Solvent

Chapter 33. The Master grows Souls on Planet Earth like a Gardener

Chapter 34. The Glad Tidings of the Ray of the School

Chapter 35. How karmic Punishment is assigned. The Master cares about the Cohesion of our Team to escape from the material World

Chapter 36. Mr Kukusha. The Need to assimilate the spiritual Heritage of the Planet

Chapter 37. The Body is given for the Sake of reaching Enlightenment. Working with Gyms

Chapter 38. The School of Gurdjieff and that of the Master

Chapter 39. How not to spill School Ideas. It is always essential to avoid mechanical Existence

Chapter 40. Going with the Tides

Chapter 41. Training in Dandyism

Chapter 42. Without three alchemical Substances the Transformation of a Student is impossible

Chapter 43. The School is a colossal Alarm Clock. Knowledge is the Result of experiencing with one's Being

Chapter 44. How to bring School Ideas into a Situation. How to distinguish Essence from Personality

Chapter 45. The Liberation of Essence

Chapter 46. One's main Goal ought to be to develop Oneself spiritually

Chapter 47. How to watch Movies. Education requires Activism

Chapter 48. The Advice of the Master is a perishable Product

Chapter 49. How to become transformed from 'Homo Sapiens' into 'Homo Ludens', 'the Man of Play'

Chapter 50. We live in a World of the distorting Mirrors

Chapter 51. Allow Yourself to be taught

Chapter 52. The Great Work

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Introduction

After passing through the ‘alchemical fire’ Kasyan and Gouri receive their first alchemical initiation from Admiral, one of Master G’s oldest disciples. This initiation opens the mysteries of the alchemical stage of Nigredo for them. The description of the astralized space of this stage is the very subject of the present book.

In order to follow the alchemical Path of Master G further, the light Path of ascension, they have to undergo the next alchemical stage, which is the stage of purification called Albedo. This stage and its various techniques for the purification of the soul and the sublimation of perception are described in the books of the series called ‘Alchemical Teachings’, ‘Inner Light’ and ‘Inner Christianity’.

Chapter 1. An Attempt to figure out what's the Use of what's going on

Six years have passed, many things have changed in Kasyan's life. He managed to leave behind the city where he lived, together with all that kept him busy there and move to the city where the Master lived.

Morose

He spent a long time together with G and underwent many 'teaching situations', which G had been arranging every day. However everything which was happening in the company of the Master remained for him still evasively-mysterious and incomprehensible. The Great Unknown had been hiding Itself like a swift shadow from Kasyan's direct, unceremonious glances. Neither teaching nor Master had become more understandable for Kasyan after all these long years. On the contrary, from time to time some kind of black mountain torrent of undigested 'teaching situations' would bury Kasyan, depriving him of subtle perception and obscuring his consciousness. These regular blows of heavy energy had been wiping off completely the understanding of already familiar spiritual truths and the skills of solving the problems. Yet again he would not be able to distinguish between the illusion and the Truth and to keep himself in the state of 'here and now'. Kasyan didn't know how to rid his soul of this still growing heaviness. He stopped practising Kriya technique and meditations, which was his constant pursuit from the days of his youth, because he started to believe that he would reach enlightenment by following the teaching of Gurdjieff and Ouspensky. 'I must have become an utter idiot,' he thought sometimes bitterly to himself.

He gloomily continued following the Master, driven by his almost lost hope for Enlightenment. Because of one or another unknown reason it either didn't want to come or it was Kasyan who wasn't ready to receive it.

The things which yesterday were totally clear for Kasyan, were becoming next day an unsolvable riddle for his weary consciousness. He even had a new problem: how not to lose his former spiritual achievements at all.

Because of all this Kasyan gradually became a gloomy person and he was given the nickname 'Morose'.

Following the recommendations of the Master, Morose kept a diary and wrote essays on spiritual matters. In order to absorb the secret, incomprehensible knowledge, which was poured from time to time into his consciousness, he carried regularly the luggage with the equipment of the jazz-rock band called 'Arsenal'. The Master had explained to him once that the mystical doctrines should be inculcated not only by mind and feelings, but most of all by the physical body, as the memory of our physical shell was the most reliable. Moving the four tons of equipment from point A to point B was according to the Master an excellent means to make the content of the mind sink into the body and to penetrate into the muscles and the bones. It was for Morose a hard truth, especially because he realized that he would have to maintain this inner alchemical process of assimilation of knowledge until the moment when his soul would leave this transient world. Gloomily smiling to himself Morose had been thinking: 'Baron Munchausen did it just once, while every day I must drag myself out of the swamp by pulling myself up by my hair!'

However the thing which troubled him the most, driving him into depression, was total uncertainty of his situation and lack of a visible, appreciable result of both his inner and outer work.

During all the years that Morose spent with the Master, he had to become acquainted with many of the Master's disciples, of whom the majority didn't consider themselves as such. The destructive power of pride and self-importance made their false personalities consider themselves as the bearers of the elevated knowledge, which was meant for the chosen ones and inaccessible for the plebs. Playing brilliantly but unconsciously their roles in the theatre of the Master, they at the same time were inwardly opposing him. Some of the former disciples considered it even as a good act to abuse and to slander the Master, feeling while doing this an enormous burst of Luciferian power. The Master however continued communicating with them and supporting them.

The Master explained to Morose, who couldn't grasp this, according to his common sense idiotic, situation, that this multitude of disciples constitutes an integral and sophisticated pattern on the carpet of life. Studying this pattern could reveal to a seeker a fragment of the teaching, which the Master carried inside him. The Master often had been spreading this carpet before the patient and persistent seekers, granting them the experience of decades of years and a possibility to transform their consciousness and understand the spiritual Path still deeper. The Master called this pattern 'an initiatory labyrinth with ritual statues in it, where each statue has a splinter of the teaching'. After six years Morose had realized that all the former disciples were lost people, who strayed off the true path, for each of them was enslaved by his inner dragon, which grew and barred the path to the highest knowledge.

Thus amongst all the people who surrounded G, Morose was the first one who considered him as his spiritual Teacher and followed him in all his journeys, expanding his consciousness and becoming more experienced. The others considered the Master to be a great intellectual, a genius, or an extremely mysterious person. The Master however didn't care as he didn't want to be some kind of guru or a brilliant philosopher. He just wanted to have various theatrical stages in Moscow and other cities at his disposal, where he could stage his intricate mystical performance in real life, transforming in this way life into a performance, and performance into life, animating the souls of the participants by enigmatic ethereal initiation, bringing in their lives creativity, lightness, colourfulness and sparkling fire in the heart.

When Morose would find himself in a teaching situation, which the Master skilfully and unnoticeably arranged, Morose's pride often suffered unbearably. At such moments the Master would explain to him that e.g. insults, which made Morose suffer, are just effective means to transform his pride, which is one of the heads of his inner dragon, in something more positive. 'It is not you, who suffer,' the Master would say, 'it is your inner dragon, Uroboros, which suffers and which then torches your soul, trying to get even. But if you want to grow spiritually, you should learn to endure this pain and suffering humbly, or, even more with joy. Let blood ooze out from your dragon. If you, out of your own free will accept and endure the suffering, then the monster which lives in you, will become smaller in size and will weaken its deadly grip on you. The alchemical process of your sublimation will go a step further, for the fire of inner suffering exposes all your inner weaknesses and imperfections, which before you could skilfully hide from yourself and others. You must be treated like a sword from Damascus, which is heated and then all the irregularities are levelled by a small hammer.'

'It is certainly a beautiful, and, undoubtedly truthful idea,' Morose thought to himself at moments when his dragon was not hurt by a remark or mocking, but patted on the head.

Chapter 2. The Dragon bars the spiritual Path

Being in a placid state this fire-spitting beast could even ask the Master to raise the alchemical temperature for it so that it would get enlightened quicker. However immediately after the Master had raised the temperature for Morose's dragon, it would boil with malice and hatred which it would spit out even on a completely innocent passer-by.

At such moments Morose's heart would be fully imprisoned by a raging dragon which had total control of his heart. Being consumed by those gloomy states Morose recited with pleasure poems full of nightmares and horrors.

Someone comes, and someone leaves,

Someone presents us a banana.

I am not understandable,

You are not understandable,

We are not understandable for you.

When we cook a soup, we get a corpse instead,

Which devours everything.

Right now it will mercilessly

Set its teeth into my neck.

Is it a dream or not?

Who are we, where are we, who are we,

Where are we, where are we?

We know nothing, nothing, nothing,

And the Blick Pine torches us.

In a shop we stand in the queue to get vodka,

There stands someone behind us.

Red lips, long fingers,

Horror of his shaggy eyelids.

He will now set his teeth in our necks

And will suck us dry.

Dear Lord, this passer-by

Is our own father.

Who are we, where are we, who are we,

Where are we, where are we?

We know nothing, nothing, nothing,

And the Blick Pine torches us.

Like a heavy shadow,

Overwhelmed by constant doubt,

Our life drags itself forth.

Walk into the square,

Get on your knees,

And say 'Amen' to yourself.

Listen to the radio, watch TV,

Have a coat made,

Forget your grief and go to a crematorium:

And they will tell you there who you are.

Malice piled itself up in him as if it had been animating the sheets of paper, covered with his writings, and the sheets had been crawling like small predators over the writing desk.

At such moments Morose would forget completely that he intended to become enlightened before his soul parted from the body. When feeling hurt he was seized with such powerful self-pity that malicious vindictiveness crawled into his heart. Morose couldn't remember at such moments that the Lord can be seen only if the heart is pure and warm while malice, vindictiveness and resentment darkened it instantaneously with a darkness similar to soot. Let alone the Lord, even the guardian-angel wouldn't bear just to be near such a heart!

Kasyan-Morose had a travelling companion on his path along the Holy Mountain, called Gouri, who walked in his footsteps. He became Kasyan's disciple a year before Kasyan's meeting with the Master, and had been meditating for many hours every day behind the big wardrobe in his room, imitating his mentor. Gouri also immediately recognized G as his spiritual Master.

As Kasyan already long ago set as purpose to obtain Enlightenment in his current incarnation he tried every day to penetrate in the mystery of the Egyptian sphinxes. Gouri did his best trying not to be behind in this ascension on the Holy Mountain. However another huge dragon, which by the way dwells not only in Kasyan and Gouri, but also in every man and woman who live in this Universe, barred his path along the Holy Mountain.

In the indistinct evenings Master often had been slating his disciples with the purpose to school even for a tiny bit their inner dragons, or, in alchemical language, their Uroborosses. After these alchemical beneficent sessions Kasyan was turned into the gloomy Morose. He would then retire and immerse in himself in order to analyse and to reconsider the instructions of the Master. Gouri in his turn, having received the fiery impulse of the Master, had been radiating for hours, days and weeks huge amounts of black, glittering acid energy, which could even put cameras, clocks and electronic devices out of order. At the same time he was trying with all his might to simply forget the painful correction. Morose, who could see this energy with his third eye, gave Gouri a nickname 'Bitumen'.

Bitumen

At the moments when Morose's dragon was torn off a strip Morose would forget completely his purpose to reach enlightenment for he would identify himself with the dragon's evil / essence and its pain. The dragon had never intended to climb along the Holy Mountain as it didn't want to encounter the spiritual fire of the Absolute which would turn it into ashes instantly. Morose had to endure sometimes for weeks the steel-like grip of Uroboros waiting for the dragon to slacken it and sink into its cave somewhere in Morose's inner cellar.

Bitumen was less firm in pursuing the spiritual goals and from time to time he would fall in love with one or another girl, losing his head completely. The reason for this was that he didn't know how to deal properly with a surplus of his accumulated substance of the sense of life.

As a result he would get into the secular current of life, trying to hide himself from the Omniscient Universal Eye, abandon the spiritual Path, fall off the Holy Mountain right into Lucifer's arms. Notwithstanding these, to his idea minor faults, Bitumen considered himself to be an educated man who understands everything that Moscow's maestri would say about alchemy, search of the philosopher's stone and not split hydrogens of Gurdjieff.

Bitumen however understood alchemy in his own manner and sought for the alchemical gold in the jungles of love but he always would bump into the unsolvable contradiction between man and woman. In a fit of imitating the Master Bitumen would read one or another of Berdiayeff's philosophical treaties and peer for hours at the photo of one or another Hindu guru, most of all Rajneesh, waiting for a miracle. The Master however told