Lauràelle, The Ceremony & The Sword

Lauràelle, The Ceremony & The Sword, is an amazing real-time astral experience I had some time ago. It depicts an astral initiation sword

Lauràelle, The Ceremony & The Sword

by Robert Bruce

(C)Copyright 1990

(The events given here depict an astral initiation).

I have hesitated over the telling of this tale for many years.  The following experience happened to me in the late 1980′s. This is one of the most extraordinary OBE or spiritual experiences I have ever had. It occurred during a powerful real time projection around midnight. When out-of-body it really does pay to be prepared for the unexpected.

There is a whole lot more to OBE and other dimensions than meets the eye. Other dimensions, even the relatively simple and stable real-time zone, have aspects to them that are hidden for the most part, even to the most serious and dedicated of experienced projectors. I honestly think its more a matter of sincerity, heartfelt open-mindedness, belief and a willingness to believe, than it is of skill or ability or natural talent. But I do not extend this thought to include the imaginations and fantasies of a vaporous mind.

The following is an objective Real-Time experience, with key events taking place immediately after leaving my physical body. I was fully awake when I left my body, fully awake and coherent during the experience, and fully awake when I reentered it. There was no break in consciousness at any time, and I had a full shadow memory download. I did not leave the real-time environment; nor my own house (nor my own mind for that matter) at any time during this experience.

It begins…

Buzzing out of my body around midnight, I floated towards the dining room and stopped cold. A being, looking much like a traditional gargoyle, was hovering near the kitchen entrance, high up on the wall. It was an ugly brute about the size of a large dog, humanoid but with over-long legs and arms, dark leathery body and a leering caricature of a face with dull-red glowing eyes. It was hunched motionless with knees held to its chest just inside the wall about head-high. It seemed to be watching me but I don’t think it was aware I had spotted it yet. I floated forward to confront it and it sprang to life. It moved with the strobe-like jerkiness common to many negative entities; when seen clairvoyantly or during a real-time OBE. Turning, it moved through the wall away from me…and into the nursery. A fierce shiver of energy coursed through me and all fear vanished as I thought about what this thing might be doing to my children.

A cold, calm rage filled me and my heart center (of my projected double) throbbed heavily as energy poured into me; coming from my physical body. I desperately wanted to drive this thing away, or kill it if I could. There had been an uncomfortable atmosphere in our house lately that came and went. My children had not been sleeping well, having nightmares, night terrors and et cetera.

I racked my brain for a way to attack it and remembered something I’d read many years ago by Dione Fortune, in her excellent book, Psychic Self Defense. Dione said to ask for your sword and armor whilst out-of-body, or if this failed, to create them for yourself. I decided to try creating one first, not having much faith that some mysterious being or force from above might actually give me a sword and armor. I’m a realist at heart and although I’d seen a lot of strange and wonderful things, especially during out-of-body experiences, I’d never seen anything that might lead me to believe something as fantastical as this might ever happen.

I held out my hand and visualized a big, double-handed broad sword, just as Dione had suggested in her book. The sword slowly formed and came into sight over a few seconds, like an image appearing on photographic paper in development fluid. I turned to move after the creature but the sword faded as soon as I ceased holding it in shape with my mind. I remade it several times but it kept fading away. Frustrated and with a sense of growing urgency, I gave up on the idea of creating a sword. In exasperation, I decided to try the other method. ‘What did I have to lose,’ I thought? Quieting my mind I raised my hand, sincerely and most-reverently asking God aloud for my sword. What happened next totally blew me away and changed my understanding of OBE forever!

The following events, apart from being greatly shortened and toned down here and there, are as accurately given as I can remember and write them.

A long, deep horn blast sounded far off behind me and hung in the air as a rumbling cloud slowly formed in front of me, just above my dining table. It looked like a heavy rain cloud: mottled dark-gray and solid looking, like a miniature thundercloud about the size of a small motor car. It had shape, depth and movement and generated an atmosphere of great power and presence. Flashes of internal lightning and sparks of colored light came from within the cloud, lighting up the dimly-lit room with every flicker and flash. The cloud hummed and rumbled, pulsating with awesome power. A deep voice then boomed from inside the cloud. It was mega-loud, deep and resonant, sounding just as anyone might imagine the voice of God would actually sound.

To date, I still have no idea what this cloud was, where it came from, why it appeared before me, nor of who the being was that spoke to me from within it was. I am not in any way, shape or form, claiming or intimating this was the actual voice of God — but it does make one wonder, as this is most definitely a ‘burning bush’ kind of experience.

The voice from within the cloud addressed me by my full name. It then began a long address, speaking powerfully and eloquently in clear English. It went through a lengthy spoken ritual and finished by listing the extensive virtues and accomplishments of something or someone named, Lauràelle. This went on for several minutes with no repetitions. I was absolutely awe-struck and speechless by all this. I don’t remember all the dialogue as the voice had a whole lot to say, but as memory serves me the ritual went something along the lines of this:

“You are summoned here by the Continuance.”
“To stand forth; free and unfettered by flesh.”
“For the timeless ceremony of knighthood.”
“As in your beginning, so stand you now.”
“Having passed the required trials and tests.”
“As defined by the ritual of Continuance.”
“Judged fit for service by your peers.”
“Judged fit to rejoin the Continuance.”
“Judged fit to renew your vows.”
“Judged fit to receive your sword.”

There was lots more, but in brief, the voice continued:

“Who holds this man to rejoin the Continuance?”

The far off horn sounded one loud, sharp blast.

“I do!”

Spoke a strong male voice from close behind me. Startled (understatement of the century!) I turned to see a large man with an enormous broad sword, wearing a full suit of heavy plate armor and chain mail standing behind me. He raised the great sword and moved to stand beside me. He lifted his visor and nodded as if he knew me. I smiled and nodded back at him. By this time I was beyond speechless and nothing would have surprised me. The voice continued:

“Who holds this man to rejoin the Continuance?”

The horn sounded another deep blast that made me jump; out of my skin if I had one.

“I do!”

Spoke a woman’s voice from beside me. Turning, again stunned, another armored knight with a raised sword moved to stand on the other side of me. This one was a woman by the sound of her voice and the shape of her armor. She was much smaller than the man and wearing a different type of armor. Her’s was almost white with a platinum sheen to it. They kneeled each side of me, he on my left and she on my right. They faced the cloud with heads bowed and swords held by blades, points resting down with hilts before their faces as if they were praying.

This same ritual was repeated many times until a dozen armed and armored knights, both men and women, stood all around me with swords raised. Each one appeared and answered as the horn sounded a blast and the great voice repeated the question. They slowly formed a semi-circle with me in the center, all kneeling and facing the awesome cloud. At certain points in the ritual they spoke, sometimes singly and sometimes together, answering the many questions put to them by the incredible voice.

The voice told us all to rise. The first two knights who had spoken out, moved to stand close on either side of me, with each resting a hand on my shoulder. They lifted their visors and smiled warmly at me. The big man looked me straight in the eye and nodded his bearded head firmly. The woman smiled and winked at me. I nodded and smiled back. They both seemed very real, human and familiar, but from where or when I knew them I could not recall. At the time of writing this book, I still don’t know who or what they are or where they come from, even though I’ve seen them many times since and have grown extremely fond of them all.

The great voice continued:

“Forged and wrought for the glory of God, shaped by angelic hands and blessed with the gift of life by the Holy Spirit, I give you the sword…Lauràelle! Lauràelle stands out against the darkness! Defender of life! Slayer of dragons! Scourge of all demons! Bringer of light and wielder of death! Child of the holiest of holy swords…I give you the sword…Lauràelle!”

The voice went on at some length here, listing virtues and deeds and battles and all kinds of stuff that made no sense at all to me. I remember only a very small part of the entire dialogue.

At the end of this, the voice stopped and a brilliant shaft of light appeared, coming from high above and piercing a hole through the swirling clouds, up where my ceiling used to be. Something long and sparkling swirled and sank slowly towards me from a great height. The voice started talking, and again it had a whole lot to say. I was prompted to kneel in prayer at this point and then to raise my right hand and repeat some lengthy vows, as given me by the voice. It felt right so I went along with this in all sincerity. My outstretched arm and hand I noticed at this point was covered in burnished steel. Glancing down at myself, I found I was wearing a full suit of armor. With a final sparkling sunburst, the sword Lauràelle spun down into my open hand, slamming into it like an old friend shaking my hand. I stood up and the wonderful cloud slowly faded from sight with a final verbose blessing.

I hefted the sword and swished it about, marveling at its glittering length and feel. Engraved along its blade were strange designs and words etched in a language I did not recognize. These moved under my fingers as I ran my hand over them. The sword felt alive and vibrant with energy.

I had originally tried creating a huge two handed broad sword like my bearded friend held, so tried to manipulate the shape of this sword with my mind. It faded slowly and formed into the huge sword I had earlier tried to create, but snapped back into its original form the moment I relaxed my will. Lauràelle has a set form I cannot alter. She looks something like you might expect an ornate knight’s sword to be, possibly French, with a beautifully engraved blade and bejeweled cross hilt. Lauràelle has a quality and presence that demands respect, making it very clear she is not just some pretty toy or adornment.

Looking around, wondering what I should do, dumbfounded at the enormity of this whole experience, I saw the other knights were sheathing their swords and waving, as if about to leave. They began fading and winking out all around me, disappearing to God knows where or when: maybe back to normal lives like mine, maybe not. I soon found myself alone and moved through the wall to check on my children. They were all sleeping soundly, thank goodness. There was no sign of the thing I’d seen earlier.

Taking one last incredulous look at Lauràelle, I let her go. She faded from sight along with my armor. Returning to my physical body, I got out of my recliner in the living room and switched on a lamp. I had been out of my body for less than thirty minutes. Writing down this whole amazing experience, over a pint of cold milk and a cheese sandwich, I remember smiling and saying to myself: “Mat one is EVER going to believe any of this!” I could hardly believe it myself, but it did happen.

Later, as I sat in the near-darkness, pondering on what had just transpired, I suddenly felt a bit lonely and out of place. The house seemed to have a surreal quality and, just for a moment, I wondered if this reality were any more real than the one I’d just experienced. “Oh my dear God its all so very real”, I said to myself. And as I walked through the house on my way to bed after tucking in my children, I stopped and looked back at the dining table where the awesome cloud had been earlier. I felt something nagging at the back of my mind, like a far-off memory. Something was telling me that what had just happened was more important than I realized, and that someday OBE was going to play a very important part in my life. Of course, this was many years before Astral Dynamics was even a proverbial twinkle in my eye!

Since having the above experience, I only have to raise my hand and think of Lauràelle, at anytime whilst out of my body, and the sword appears instantly, sliding into my hand. I have recently found, since 2008, that I can add flame to it. Violet flame seems to be the best.

I still know very little about the astral knights, their purpose, history and origins. This is what is.

Robert Bruce

5 thoughts on “Lauràelle, The Ceremony & The Sword”

  1. Wow!!
    That was an amazing read!
    Thank you so much for sharing!
    It makes me realize how much “out there”
    is currently unfathomable to me!

  2. What a great story! and what great books, Dion Fortunes and yours. Im totally quitting computer games and other media rubbish and trying to get back to astral travel. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Hi Mr Bruce ,
    I now understand why you hesitated telling this story.It’s quite amazing! The gargoyle-like creature you encountered fits the description of a Reptilian E.T.

    1. G’day Legolas,

      The creature I saw during that experience was a classic demon form. I have seen the reptilian types as well. The ones I have seen of this type have distinct colored spots on their skin. These are probably a type of demon. Most of the ET types I have seen have been variations of the classic ‘grey’. Some are small, some are large with big triangular heads and big eyes. Some have been very human looking.

      robert

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