Now we can live an initiation, just like it was done in the Great Greek Mysteries or in the rituals of the ancient Egypt. 
 

Inner Travel:

Just focus the Light of your awareness toward the past,
toward an ancient past,
toward an initiatic Temple in the long forgoten past,
looking to the symbols engraved into the walls, to the fresh colors.
You are breathing this pure air.
The Great Priest, dressed in a solemn vestment, is receiving you.
He gives you some counsels.

You call somebody, a superior person, may be a man,
may be a woman.
He or she appears, the true master of the Temple,
the secret master.
Irradiating from his aura
it is as if an intelligence of another order
was surrounding you.
He drives you through narrow passages
hidden into the thickness of the walls.
You are coming into a little and empty room.
In the middle there only is an opened grave.
The master helps you to lie into the coffin.
A bell is ringing.
The door of the grave is closing.
You can no more hear the ringing of the bell,
there are no sounds. A profound silence surrounds you.
A profound silence. Darkness.

In a reverse order, images of everything you lived,
from now to your birth,
are passing.
In a single look, you see your whole life.

Suddenly a flash of lightning enlighten everything,
a continuous flash of lightning, eternal.
There is only Light, without any form.
You know you are you. You are the Light you are.
You are this Light who freed herself,
des-hypnotized herself from your physical body,
free from the illusion of limitation of a physical body,
The Higher Self who is not born,
who does not die.
You.
The Light you are, you without a form,
without a dimension.
You listen. Now you listen.
You listen to a voice.
And you remember.
You are remembering all of these forms
that you dressed along many times,
all the persons you were in so many times.

The Light you are dissolves the pictures,
is washing the past form any hypnotism,
from any limitation,
from any negative emotion,
from any trauma.
You are you, a Light without a form,
you can dress any form, any remembrance
with the tranquility of eternity.
From the past only remains this immense wealth of informations.

With pleasure, anew you dress your physical body.
You stand up.
The door of the grave is opening.
Irradiating, you go out from the grave of the past.
The past was, is no more, is dead.
More alive than ever,
more present than ever,
you are going out from the room.

You do not search for the Secret Master.
Because you know :
the Secret Master of the Temple
is you.