Despite the acrobatics that have been displayed with respect to intrigue and deception, I am still confident that as individual researchers we can still penetrate the veil thoroughly enough to offer some kind of solution to re-acheiving the activities of I&OH.

However whether this is the ultimate goal is questionable. I myself, temporarily outside looking in and occasionally throwing comments in on the side, seem to see the goal as attainment of a non intuitive (and at once, intuitive) knowledge of the universe, in the same way the ancients of the great Mystery Schools through initiation came to a definite knowledge of the Spiritual world and the processes governing Nature. This knowledge would further evolution in general, in the way that other tools have in the past. However in order to truly further us and not create a condition of co-dependence, the tech should be ideally only used in order to 'train' the initiate (if such a word can be used).

In the 1st document they spoke of other races that had eggless travel and their system was totally natural and not dependent on tech. What all this seems to remind me of actually is the Merkabah technology spoken of in Hurtak's "Keys of Enoch". Given that Hurtak speaks what he called 'the language of light' (in other words a slightly modified version of the twillight language), perhaps some of the keys to eggless travel can be found in comparitive examinations of his work with other stuff in the field, particularly kabbalah and the work of Fred Bell.

Near the end of the first year, I was visited by a blinding flash of light which, when my eyes adjusted (being as I had not used them in so long) shewed to me the form of a large egg. I felt suddenly as though I were a baby, cocooned in the womb of my mother, safe from the outside illusions of despair.... the egg surprisingly was painted with the motif of a bull.

The second year, a snake managed to find its way to the surface. A fearsome and loathsome creature it was, difficult to control. Yet I managed by a flaw of luck to strike upon a manner of doing so, by wrapping it around my body from thigh to heart. At that point, lulled by the warmth of my body and the pulse of my heart beat, the snake went to sleep.

The third year, a man visited me who I did not know, and asked me many strange questions. He seemed verily much like the Discordian chimpanzee who once asked my relative Greg Hill, 'Gentlemen! You have nipples. Do you give milk?' He never seemed to stop talking, and often beat me around the head with a stick. I finally managed to calm him and gain his attention - not with ritalin, but with a rubiks cube which I remembered I had in my pocket. The cube reminded me in many ways of the Jewish cube of space, funny how these symbols all melt into one another huh?

The fourth year I was by Mithras, the great lion headed sun god. His radiance filled me with joy, even though I knew logically such creatures could not exist outside the realms of story telling.

'Mithras!' I exclaimed excitedly, 'what have you come to do?'

'I have come to set you free,' he grinned, his head morphing in such a way that he looked nothing like Lawrence Fishburne. 'You live too much in your head. Now, you are going to learn how to sore into the sky and visit parallel universes - all without the help of anyone else'

'Gee whiz, how am I going to do this?' I asked, quite excited. 'Through tantric masturbation' he replied, quite seriously.

'You see, in todays world, people are so fed up with the flight of capitalism away from what they perceive as spirit, that they turn to many different outlets instinctively to find relief from the desert of the real. Why do you think that art and music, and all other aspects of culture are seeing such a rapid outgrowth in popularity?'

I considered this briefly as he went on. 'As a result of the growth of the information explosion, the complexity of the economic ecosystem has growth so much that people are now spending most of their lives living in their heads, and entrenched in their work. Many of them feel the need for balance but do not see the way out. Don't you see? The preoccupation with sex in Western culture stems primarily from our desire to re-experience this lost world of grace and happiness we have lost by living trapped within our heads - just as you are trapped within your own castle.'

And so it was that Lawrence Fishburne, or Mithras Abraxis disguised as him, taught me the secret art of release from the chains that bound me to the room in the bottom of the castle. And I am sure I would tell you every graphic detail of that wonderful story of Morpheus and his mistress, but as we live in PG time I must leave this tale for another day.

And so I sored, far away into other worlds, learning many things. And I was pleased, for I had come Full Circle without having to listen to a single Michael Palin Monty Python gag.