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Extract from “The Prisoner of San Jose” AMORC on Black Magic

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Extract from  “The Prisoner of San Jose”

 

 

AMORC states that black magic, or the process of using negative thought to affect other people’s lives, is a myth. AMORC states that what does affect other people is not the practice of the sorcerer but the fear that people have of black magic.

 

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AMORC perhaps does not practice black magic, but it does instill in people an irrational fear of the order’s own metaphysical power. Here is an example. On one occasion instead of going to a lodge convocation where I was scheduled to serve as a guardian at 3:30 pm, I got a taxi fare from the

Miami

Airport

to

Miami Beach

to make an extra $20. The taxicab caught fire three miles into the trip.

 

Owing to my programming, my obsessive need to connect everything to AMORC, I attributed the fire to my failure to give priority to my AMORC duty. I did penance by discreetly putting extra money in the AMRA box.

 

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That event, the taxicab catching fire and my interpretation of it, had domino effect on me. It triggered a fear that would lead me to devote an excessive amount of time to the

Miami

lodge.

 

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In this monograph, AMORC basically claims that a person cannot be harmed by the bad thoughts or evil spells of another unless they attribute reality to that power—that is, if they are superstitious.

Despite the fact that AMORC correctly attacks this type of manipulation by people who cast spells and who would try to influence people against their will, AMORC utilizes the full power of its members’ subconscious to reinforce their members’ beliefs in their ultimate infallibility and power of the order’s own practices.

 

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Extract from “The Prisoner of San Jose” Night at the Bus Stop

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Extract from  “The Prisoner of San Jose”

Night at the Bus Stop

June 1983           Night at the Bus Stop

I got my first job in Miami at a construction site with the help of another friend from Haiti. While that job had a lot of overtime, it was a temporary job that ended when the project was completed. So when the dishwashing job that I had applied for called, I left and started my dishwashing job.

As a dishwasher, I worked from 2:45 to 11:45 PM. But when the restaurant closed at 11:30 PM., it took some time to clean the last of the dishes and the kitchen. The last bus was at 11:45 PM., so one night, I told the boss that I would miss the bus. He took me home in his car, all the way from Coconut Grove to Sixty-Eighth Street and NE Second Avenue in Little Haiti.

After he dropped me off, I realized that I could easily become a burden for the boss and that he could fire me to avoid taking me home. Also, I was living in a very unsafe neighborhood, which could have unpleasant consequences if something went wrong. The next day, I told my boss that my cousin would pick me up on a regular basis.

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Sometimes I got a ride with a co-worker from Haiti. But many nights when my dishwashing job took me past 11:45 PM, I slept at the bus stop until 7:00 AM. When I woke up in the morning, I caught the bus home.

By the way, that bus stop, the first on the route, was at a location where only businesses and restaurants were located. They are closed by midnight. It was a no-man’s-land after midnight.

One night, lying on the bus bench, trying to fall asleep, I saw a minivan park across the street from the bus stop. A man got out and walked to the bus bench. I was awake but pretended to be sleeping. The man sat at the end of the bench next to my feet. He looked at me but didn’t say anything. I didn’t make a move, pretending to be sleeping. He walked back to his van and drove off.

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It was indeed a scary moment. I didn’t have a knife, a bottle, or anything else I could have defended myself with.

As you will see from reading this story, I was slowly becoming more and more immersed in my daily readings of the monographs and the recommended exercises. The main reason for this is that, as a believer, I could no longer separate AMORC from the other activities I needed to survive. In fact, at one point, AMORC became my primary key to survival, more important than work itself.

Here was my schedule from March 1983, when I got my dishwasher job in Coconut Grove, to October 1983, when I lost the job.

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Extract from “The Prisoner of San Jose” Sixth Temple Degree Initiation

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Sixth Temple Degree Initiation

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A few days before my first stay in a motel, the following incident occurred:

AMORC gives temple degree initiations in their lodges. Members

are encouraged to receive the initiation at the lodge once they reach

that degree level in their home study. I was already in the eighth temple

degree but had only received the first five degree initiations in the

lodge. The sixth temple degree was scheduled to be given the next

Sunday.

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Saturday, during the day, I met Pauline, who was also a member

Of  AMORC. Pauline and I dated for about a month. She was the only

person that I ever dated in the Miami lodge.

In fact, when I saw her that Saturday, she told me that the members

of the lodge had noticed that we were dating and were talking

about us. Compulsively, I replied to Pauline, “When you are practicing

true mysticism, you do not waste your energy worrying about

others’ criticism.”

It was only after I replied that I realized that I had quoted something

I had read in AMORC’s quarterly publication. At that moment,

I thought that quick answer was proof that I was evolving spiritually.

Now I know that it was proof that I was becoming a human parrot,

programmed by the so-called cosmic masters with direct quotes, rendered

with precision, from official AMORC literature.

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Pauline and I talked for a little while that day. She asked me

whether I was going to be taking the sixth temple degree initiation

the next day. I told her I would not, because I didn’t think I was ready,

even though I had studied past that degree in my home sanctum.

We said goodbye, and I went off to drive my taxi.

 

By 7:30 pm, I had a passenger coming from the airport going to

downtown Miami. While I was proceeding peacefully through a

green light, a lady came flying through the red light and crashed into

my car.

Right after the crash, I heard that same inner voice again: “This

happened because you refuse to receive the sixth-degree initiation tomorrow.”

The accident happened right behind the downtown Miami police

station. A police car showed up almost instantly. The policeman

who came was Cuban, and the lady who had driven through the light

was also speaking Spanish. She didn’t lie about going through the

red light. She simply said she was lost and that this neighborhood

was bad, and she wanted to get out of this part of town quickly. She

was taking the time to flirt with the Spanish-speaking policeman, and

soon neither of them even noticed me.

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The Protean Self

Right after the accident, a white man came to my rescue. He told

the policeman that he had seen the lady going through the red light.

He also told me that he was a friend of the general manager of the Yellow

Cab Company, which was the company I was driving for.

Despite the importance of his intervention, I was not paying any

attention to the man. I was mostly thinking about why I didn’t want

to take the sixth temple initiation on Sunday. I was too busy blaming

myself for the accident.

Right then, I decided to go the next day to receive the initiation.

Still in a daze, I called a tow truck, took the car to the station, and then

went home.

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The next day, I was one of the first at the lodge to line up for the

sixth temple degree initiation.

After the initiation, Pauline asked me whether I had understood

the mystical meaning of a certain statement made during the initiation.

I told her I hadn’t heard it.

Looking back, I realize that I hadn’t heard anything that was said

during the initiation. In fact, I blocked it all out from my mind. All

my experience, everything that happened to me, was now filtered

through my relationship with AMORC..........

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