You may or may not have had the experience of clearing your parents’ home after their death. It can help one look at one’s own home and collection of memorabilia, junk and the occasional treasure. How important this look at our lives is! But let us start with our parents, indeed ancestors.

Assume that the landlord has given notice that the home is to be cleared within a month and you enter it with a mixture of despair, sadness and nostalgia. Here are things you were brought up with and here in a sense is what an archaeologist would use to make sense of the lives that have been lived in this place – if they were left there to be discovered at some later time.

So for example here is the little jug – oh she always loved that. Here are the letters neatly kept in a folder which meant something at some time. The clothes hanging in a cupboard. The chairs they sat on. And here is the man who will take it all away and dispose of it for you after you have taken the things you want to keep.

When you get home you look around at your clutter and realise that your own children will have this task one day too. Obviously if you are famous they may appear on TV to discuss your legacy, the books you wrote etc. But for most of us there is a quiet funeral with family and friends and that is it.

In my opinion the most valuable legacy that any of us can leave is the result of a lifetime’s work. That might be art hanging in various places, a tidy sum of money or something much more valuable but quite unseen. It might be the good we have done, the kindness we have shown but if any of us are what are called hidden masters it will be something on a much bigger scale.

These hidden masters are men and women living among us quite anonymously. Unlike the gurus and spiritual heads in our world they will have no titles, no followings and usually leave little or no trace of the interventions they have made on behalf of humanity. They might be mythical, not exist and just be an interesting idea but I have been lucky enough to encounter some of them and suggest that they do exist.

The concept of a hidden brotherhood may be ancient but was highlighted by Gurdjieff. We need to take what he tells us with a hefty pinch of salt but it certainly aroused the interest of my generation. In my case back in 1970 we did not have the internet. TV programmes never mentioned people like Gurdjieff. Libraries did not have his books, nor most book shops. I had been trying to find enlightenment ever since I first heard of it and one evening a man I knew told me what he had heard. I had shared a farm cottage near Winchester with him when our wives went to Morocco with our small children while we tried to get vans ready to meet up with them there. The story was unbelievable but unbelievably interesting.

He said Gurdjieff had to cross the Gobi desert to find the secret brotherhood. To do this he had acquired a flock of sheep and erected a platform on their backs which enabled him to be above the level of the sandstorms. He fed the sheep a mixture of mutton mixed with sand and eventually reached this secret place where he met with the brotherhood.

At the time I had met with quite a few people returning from Afghanistan, Kashmir, India and Pakistan. Many had tales to tell of mystical experiences and magical people they had met out there. This was the hippy trail. I did not think too much about Gurdjieff until I met with a very charismatic man a couple of years later. He claimed that he knew all about the man and that I should not waste my time reading his books. Like others he had also been in India, during the war in his case, and claimed to have come across many fakirs and gurus with fabulous powers.

At that time he was a security guard living in a small upstairs flat in Hackney but quite a few people used to meet with him to explore and discuss the esoteric world. I first met his son when a friend of ours suggested we meet. My then wife absolutely adored them all and especially the subjects we looked at – astrology, healing, world history and so on. So we used to meet regularly with his father who seemed to exert enormous power of some kind and also claimed he could answer any question he was asked. He did have an encyclopaedic knowledge but eventually I discovered he had once been an encyclopedia salesman. Like him I adore encyclopedias and especially these days Wikipedia.

Anyway suffice it to say that having started by asking visitors to his flat for money to put in his gas meter, seven years later he was at the head of a large cult and living in a multi million dollar beachside mansion in Florida. But if I put it all in perspective I would have to admit that the evening I was told about Gurdjieff and his journey by my late friend and the years that I met with this man as he founded his sect, these times caused me to develop my own abilities and to learn things that I would not have known existed. My father was much amused watching this and did meet both my friend, and the son and father from the sect. But the fact is that almost everything I was told by them turned out to be nonsense. I don’t think it matters as long as you discover that, do not waste your entire life finding that out and use the experience diligently. Here for example is what Wikipedia has to tell us about Gurdjieff’s journey. Had I been able to read this then I would never have travelled down the path to enlightenment at all. I would have come to the conclusion there was no path:

“What struck us most was the word “Sarmoung”, which we had come across several times in the book called “Merkhavat”. This word is the name of a famous esoteric school which, according to tradition, was founded in Babylon as far back as 2500 BC, and which was known to have existed somewhere in Mesopotamia up to the sixth or seventh century AD; but about its further existence one could not obtain anywhere the least information.

This school was said to have possessed great knowledge, containing the key to many secret mysteries

Many times had Pogossian and I talked of this school and dreamed of finding out something authentic about it, and now suddenly we found it mentioned in this parchment! We were greatly excited” Wikipedia

So Gurdjieff sets the scene and then tells us of an improbable journey he undertook:

“Gurdjiieff’s experiences on these journeys, and a sketchy account of his somewhat mysterious relationship with the Sarmoung Brotherhood, can be found in his autobiography Meetings with Remarkable Men. He claims he made contact with a representative of the Sarmoung through his friend, the Dervish Bogga Eddin (Bahauddin), in Bukhara. The chief monastery of the society was said to be located somewhere in the heart of Asia, about twelve days’ journey from Bukhara by horse and donkey. Once he arrived at the monastery, Gurdjieff discovered that his old friend Prince Lubovedsky was already there. The Prince tells Gurdjieff that he had met a representative of the Sarmoung at the house of the Aga Khan in Kabul, Afghanistan. During his stay at the monastery, Gurdjieff recalls seeing a complex and ancient tree-like apparatus used to indicate bodily postures and train temple dancers.

Gurdjieff’s attempts to establish a link between the Brotherhood, ancient Sumer, and even “pre-sand Egypt“, was an intriguing attempt at acquiring esoteric knowledge that had been passed down from antiquity” Wikipedia

As a result it became something ofa fascination for many of us and some went to the trouble of travelling to some of the most dangerous places in the world in the hope of meeting with these people. Others added to the fascination by recording more of this. I think it is worth copying here too:

“According to Account of the Sarmoun Brotherhood (1966, 1982) by Major Desmond R. Martin, a major centre of the contemporary Sarmoun Brotherhood was in the Hindu Kush mountains of northern Afghanistan. Major Martin was an associate of the writer and Sufi teacher, Idries Shah.

In the account, the motto of the Sarmouni is said to be “Work produces a Sweet Essence” (Amal misazad yak zaati shirin), work being not only work for God and for others but also self-work. In relation to this, it is maintained that just as the bee accumulates honey, so the Sarmouni accumulate, store and preserve what they term “true knowledge” (which is equally seen as existing as a positive commodity and associated with the spiritual gift or energy of Baraka). In times of need this is released once more into the world through specially trained emissaries. He describes a tree-like, multi jointed apparatus, similar to one described by Gurdjieff, and also a “No-Koonja” or nine-pointed figure, similar to Gurdjieff’s Enneagram. The account hints that the central Asian activities of the Sarmoun are to be shut down and the organisation shifted to the west, and mentions an absent chief of the order, the Surkaur, who lives in a place called Aubshaur or “waterfall” (Another account of a visit to a remote monastery, published anonymously in the Times, links the Sarkar to Idries Shah). Martin’s account ends with a description of a symbolic ritual whose theme is the revival of the “dead letter” of traditional teaching.

A lengthy account of an encounter with the Sarmouni is given in Among the Dervishes (1973) by Omar Michael Burke, an associate of (or pen name of ) Idries Shah. He takes the term “Sarmouni” to be synonymous with the Amudaria dervishes. He describes the Sarmouni as a diffuse set of groups, rather than being located in a single monastery. Some groups have no permanent headquarters and meet in the open or private houses. In some cases, whole villages blend Sarmouni practices with their day-to-day lives. He describes them as having a practical orientation, and avoiding mystification and personality-cults. They occasionally display extrasensory perceptions, but do not attribute great significance to them. He reports meeting a nonagenarian with memories of “Jurjizada” (Gurdjieff). He also says they owe their allegiance to the “Studious King” (a literal translation of Idries Shah’s name), and agrees with Major Martin that their teaching has been exported and adapted to the West. (He mentions the Azimiyya, a modern international Sufi order).

Idries Shah himself does not describe any personal contact with the Sarmoung, but mentions the “Sarmouni” several times in his writings. For instance, in Tales of the Dervishes he attributes a teaching story to a Sarmouni called Pir-i-Do-Sara (d. 1790). He also offers a following “Sarmouni recital”, beginning:-

“He who knows and does not know that he knows: he is asleep. Let him become

one, whole. Let him be awakened.

He who has known but does not know: let him see once more the beginning of all.

He who does not wish to know, and yet says that he needs to know: let him be guided to safety and to light.

He who does not know, and knows that he does not know: let him, through this knowledge, know”.


In Studies in Comparative Religion (Winter 1974), it is said that according to the Armenian book Merkhavat, the Sarmoung Brotherhood, also referred to as the ‘Inner Circle of Humanity’, originated in ancient Babylon circa 2500 BC, at around the time the Egyptians built the Great Pyramid of Giza. The Ouspensky Foundation state that the brotherhood was active in the golden Babylonian time of Hammurabi (1728-1686 BC) and is connected with Zoroaster, the teacher of Pythagoras (born c. 580 BC–572 BC, died c. 500 BC–490 BC). According to the Foundation, Pythagoras stayed for twelve years in Babylon. (Merkabah mysticism is in fact a form of Jewish esotericism, which Gurdjieff possibly encountered in an Armenian translation).

In The Masters of Wisdom, J.G. Bennett states that the Sarman left Babylon before the arrival of the Alexander the Great (who reigned 336-323 BC), moved up the Tigris and made their headquarters in the abandoned capital of the Assyrian Kings, close to modern-day Mosul in northern Iraq.

In Gurdjieff in the Light of Tradition (2002), the Perrenialist Whitall Perry wrote that Gurdjieff believed that the northern Sufi orders could well be under the hidden direction of the Khwajagan – the ‘Masters of Wisdom’ – themselves in turn delegated by the Sarman ‘Inner Circle’, the ‘Assembly of the Living Saints of the Earth’.

In The People of the Secret, Edward Campbell (writing as Ernest Scott), another associate of Idries Shah, describes studies in extrasensory perception being undertaken in the contemporary Sarmoun monastery in Afghanistan.

The Canadian diplomat and Gurdjieffian James George has speculated, on the basis of the similar name and location, that Surmang, a Tibetan Buddhist monastery currently within Chinese borders may be real basis of the Sarmoung. Surmang has been more recently associated with the renowned and controversial Kagyu teacher Chogyam Trungpa. In 2007, Buddhist priest Rev. José M. Tirado presented a paper to the All & Everything Conference in Loutraki, Greece detailing the probable Buddhist influences on Gurdjieff´s teachings, and linking “Sarmoun” to the Surmang monastery, in “Beelzebub´s Buddhas”.

Mark Sedgwick, the coordinator of the Unit for Arab and Islamic Studies at Aarhus University writes:

Although few commentators in Gurdjieff would put it so bluntly, it seems clear to me that the Sarmoung are entirely imaginary. No Sufi tariqa of such a name is known, and in fact “Sarmoung” is a typically Gurdjieffian fantastical name. It is immediately obvious to anyone who knows anything about regular Sufism that there is nothing remotely Sufi about the Sarmoung Order described by Gurdjieff.

James Moore, in his biography of Gurdjieff, writes

Gurdjieff’s claim to have found and entered ‘the chief Sarmoung Monastery’ is, in effect, a litmus test, distinguishing literal minds from those preferring allegory.” Wikipedia

Now that is a fair summary in my view on the thinking about these hidden masters. Other authors have also mentioned such people. Paul Brunton for example in his ‘Search in Secret Egypt’ claimed to have met a man at least one thousand years old. I daresay that my experiences seem just as over the top and my dismissing the above as nonsense may seem hypocritical. It is certainly based in some truth but some of these men seem to have parted from it for one reason or another. Gurus are very prone to make exaggerated claims which act as magnets for their followings and it does seem as though this was behind the claims of the founders of the sects above.

In my dream time there is certainly what I call a night school. That is a place that one can reach in dreams where any number of men and women that I would call masters meet. As I have no way of proving that and it is not even my intention I might leave it at that. I seem to have a job there keeping it clean, moving things about and other such menial tasks which make me feel that I am a janitor. I do recognise some of the masters, occasionally attend a lesson and find it all hard work. It seems to me that I am there most nights, or many nights and often awake exhausted. Certainly over my life time those dreams have led me to know there is a meeting place for these people. Also that it is hidden. It has at times been extremely hard to find and reach. I cannot say why that is. At other times I just find myself there.

However these are not the hidden masters that I wish to mention. At this point I suppose I should bring up the role of the power of prayer. This is not my way but as the son of a priest it was certainly the way of my father. I cannot remember who told me this but my father was a priest during the war while his brothers were serving in the army, RAF and navy. I know my father was sometimes embarrassed about his role during the war when so many of his parishioners and family were out fighting in terrible conditions. But someone told me that I should never underestimate the role of those who prayed for humanity at that time. Certainly prayer is another power. It is hard to say how powerful it is but my experience of living with someone who had made it the central plank in his profession taught me that it really does move in mysterious ways. Things happen as a result but prayer’s role in these changes is hidden.

So it is with the hidden masters, the men and women who we would call masters if we knew more about them. I would bring up this man in that sense:

“In December 1950, the Sunday Dispatch wrote of him: “People who do not know the Reverend William Francis Buttle feel sorry for him as he trundles his ancient bicycle through London’s East End or shuffles along the grey streets in shoes several sizes too big for him and clothes from which the linings hang in ribbons.

They do not know that he has amassed a fortune of £700,000, that he dreams of making a million, and that he will never touch a penny of it for himself. Canon Buttle, at 72, is the Church of England’s most fantastic Parson – solicitor, real estate operator and shrewd share speculator – a legendary figure who some call a saint, and some a miser. In 30 years he has built up two fabulous trusts which he claims will one day educate, maintain and send out to life 1,000 children a year who are either illegitimate or from broken homes.” Wikipedia

I could mention another priest too. This one was my parish priest in Hampstead in the 1970’s:

Christopher Neil-Smith (1920–1995) was an Anglican priest who served as vicar of St Saviour’s Hampstead and is best known for his practice of exorcism and his parapsychological interests.

Neil-Smith is credited with performing more than three thousand exorcisms in Britain, starting in 1949. In 1972, the Bishop of London authorized him to exorcise demons according to his own judgement” Wikipedia

No one would have known that from looking at him. He exorcised men and women in and out of prison and had extraordinary success. Perhaps it helps if we look at possession as addiction. In some it is an addiction to rape or murder. In some it may be a mental health condition like schizophrenia. Some live in terror that they are controlled by the devil and will burn in hell. Many are suicidal. These days we may apply all kinds of treatments to these conditions including long term confinement or a life time of treatment with drugs that have severe side effects. But Neil-Smith saw an occult cause to the conditions and wrestled with it, enabling and strengthening the will power in the afflicted to conquer whatever they felt was possessing them. Films about exorcism do not really show what it is about. Certainly I would include both Buttle and Neil-Smith in my list of hidden masters but they are very different from most that I have met, the only real similarity being that they are hidden in many respects and worked humbly for humanity.

It is not for me to say that any of these people lived before and had gained release from the cycle of rebirth but elected to return to work for creation. That is what some would claim however and there may be some truth in it. On the other hand it is possible that they like me did not feel that they had reincarnated, nor that they had any special powers as such. Just a desire to work away in private, like the many hermits who have been here since the most ancient times. Not everybody seeks credit for the interventions they make on behalf of others. It can be reward enough to see the results, or often to sow the seeds of the mighty oaks that will one day dominate the landscape. What these real masters are not are people making a good living out of the gullibility of their followers. Priests like my father, Neil-Smith who went to the same theological college in Cambridge, and Buttle who was a lawyer before he became a priest – all had the finest brains. They could have been a success in any field but chose the least rewarding careers and were all poor parish priests when they died.

I am sure I met a few masters in my youth but missed identifying them. However when I started practicing my clairvoyance I started noticing them. One of the first was a small, elderly woman who came to my shop in Islington for a reading. Or that was what I thought. She came back a bit later at the appointed time with a friend and they sat opposite me listening for a while. Then suddenly she started reading me, alternating sentences with her friend. I had had a similar experience some years before that when I went to see the man, famous in Britain for his clairaudience, in a church hall in Kentish Town. That was Joseph Benjamin who had a packed hall and gave a mesmerising display of his art. He then told us he was a showman for God. All he wanted was for us to realise that there really was an afterlife. Then he stopped, walked forward on the stage and pointed at me while asking the hall to pray. It was an extraordinary and indeed chilling feeling. Then he mentioned a large building in America that some years later I found myself in and immediately recalled his description. And sure enough just as he predicted my life changed that day.

The masters when they came in those days usually told me things when I had finished and correctly identified them as more clairvoyant than me. But when I stopped giving readings I still came across them. Having written that I must add that I have not come across them in the last few years. Perhaps they do not come to Scotland. The later meetings often involved no words at all – just looks. I agree that a look can mean anything and that in this case it could mean nothing but there are other things that speak volumes instead. Knowing they are there before spotting them. Recognition. Occasionally something else coinciding with that – a bird perhaps, a sudden silence in a busy place, a brightness, and almost always an internal dialogue even if it is just saying hello.

The point is that for clairvoyants there is something speaking to us that is behind the person we meet or read. I would say that it is that part of us that testifies for or against us when we die. The Egyptians may have called this the ka. Others call it our spirit. Very few people however are at one with this and that is what I would say about all the masters. That is who they are. And yet they are otherwise indistinguishable from anyone else around them, often the least likely looking characters. I must add that I have been to Psychic and Mystery Fairs and passed many working clairvoyants, met many mediums. Certainly very few would I put in that category although almost all mean well and do a difficult job as well as they can.

Before I deleted the vast accumulation of my writings here I had put something about hidden masters on the site. I also mentioned realising that someone I once knew fitted in that category. I was dreaming and at the night school. We were all trying to find the places where we were supposed to be in this term and I could not find mine which was ‘4C’. But I saw a nice woman who seemed to be a prefect and she kindly guided me to the right classroom. She would have taken me into it but we noted that she would be late for her own lesson and she sped off. Before that however she mentioned to me this website. I was rather surprised, even shocked, that she had connected me with it and was trying to assess her opinion and whether there was any disapproval. It was an immense relief then when she smiled and said ‘It’s not bad is it’ and then repeated that phrase in a London accent that seemed familiar.

If you think about your own dreams you will realise that we do not always dream about things that we know about and are often in surprising and even uncharted territory. Although I know the school well this conversation certainly surprised me. It was only after I awoke and noted the dream sequences so that I should not forget them (otherwise dreams evaporate like frost in the sun only to be recalled in other dreams or on the rare occasions when one ‘breaks‘ a dream) that I realised that I knew this woman.

It was quite a shock for me to realise that the woman in the dream was a master I had missed completely so well hidden was she. But as I thought more about her the next morning I was able to put quite a few jigsaw pieces into place.

I have recently written about ‘influence’ yet here was a major influence on my life that I seem to have failed to notice. I may as well mention what I mean and explain our relationship. It was after my oldest daughter was diagnosed with a brain tumour that I first came across a team of people who installed an alarm in her house so that if she needed help or her small son for example was alone with his mother while she was having an epileptic fit or seizure, which is frightening to watch and the boy was only 7, then he or she could press a button to summon help. Almost immediately a voice would speak to them from a loudspeaker next to the telephone asking what had happened while the team urgently despatched someone with a key to the house who could help. They would call an ambulance if necessary and in most cases within 15 minutes help would be there in the house. Before it arrived someone would be monitoring the situation, listening, speaking through the loudspeaker, advising and reassuring. One morning I arrived at the house just as they were leaving after receiving a call for help and I realised that was exactly the work I wanted to do in my community.

Eventually after serving my time working as a home carer I landed the job and the person who made the biggest changes in me and who opened the doors of my perception was my manager. A small woman who commanded enormous respect from her team and made sure we were doing what we were supposed to be doing. She trained and mentored me but although we got on well at work we never socialised outside it. I have an enormous debt of gratitude to her. After a few years I managed to get the same job that she was doing in an adjacent borough and we met up occasionally when the managers from all the London Boroughs came together to discuss problems and how to improve the service.

On my first day working for her she told me that as there were two people in her team with my Christian name she wanted to call me ‘James’ to prevent any confusion. I was very surprised but for a few years became James, a name by which many came to know me. When many years later I was walking down an Islington street and heard someone behind me call out ’James!’ it was like as a ‘déjà vu‘. There she was, hair a bit greyer but just as commanding. She told me she had left the service which shocked me but we did not have much time to chat as I was running late for some appointment. We intended to meet up some time but I never heard from or saw her again until last night. That was when I realised that she was one of the most important hidden masters and teachers in my life and also quite an important scholar at the night school. Most of the students and teachers that we meet over there at night are long dead. The school is in what I call the afterlife. But so are most of the teachers and friends I have had over here because I am getting old now.

In the dream she called this website my ‘assignment’ which is often a student term for work they have been given to do at home. Knowing that she has read this inspired me to write about her here whether she is still alive or not. And receive some long overdue feedback from me for the lessons she taught me in life.

As for the night school perhaps some who read this attend it too. And who knows who are hidden masters here. Buddhists see these as people who have achieved ‘liberation’ but opted to return to our world to serve creation and help out. I know this woman had a hard life from early childhood but most of us have for one reason or another. That is where the work is and how our karmic debts are paid while we are alive.

The history of a hidden master or deity in fact goes back to Ancient Egyptian God called Amen, which name in Ancient Egyptian means hidden. He and his wife were two of the eight deities who sat in Thoth’s primeval boat. They are portrayed as humans. The others in the boat were Mr & Mrs Infinity, Mr & Mrs Darkness and Mr & Mrs Primeval Waters. We see another hidden deity here:

This is Babaji said to be 1800 years old:

Mahavatar Babaji (IPA: [Mahāvatār Bābājī]; born 30 November 203 CE) is the name given to an Indian saint and yogi by Lahiri Mahasaya and several of his disciples who met Mahavatar Babaji between 1861 and 1935. Some of these meetings were described by Paramahansa Yogananda in his book Autobiography of a Yogi, including a first hand telling of Yogananda’s own meeting with Mahavatar Babaji. Another first hand account was given by Yukteswar Giri in his book The Holy Science. According to Sri M’s autobiography (Apprenticed to a Himalayan Master) Sri Guru Babaji, i.e., Mahavatar Babaji was Lord Shiva. In the second last chapter of his book, he mentions Sri Guru Babaji changing his form to Lord Shiva. All of these accounts, along with additional meetings with Mahavatar Babaji, are described in various biographies of those mentioned by Yogananda.

Mahavatar Babaji’s given name is unknown, so those who met him during that period all called him by the title first given to him by Lahirī. “Mahavatar” means “great avatar”, and “Babaji” simply means “revered father”. Some of the encounters included two or more witnesses—discussions between those who met Mahavatar Babaji indicate that they all met the same person.” Wikipedia

“Legendary powers and age have been attributed to Mahavatar Babaji by the disciples of Lahirī. These stories have led many to believe that Mahavatar Babaji is a legendary person, rather than a real sadhu that was seen by numerous witnesses from 1861 to 1935.

Paramahansa Yogananda, in his Autobiography, described Mahavatar Babaji’s role on earth:

The Mahavatar is in constant communion with Christ; together they send out vibrations of redemption, and have planned the spiritual technique of salvation for this age. The work of these two fully-illumined masters–one with the body, and one without it–is to inspire the nations to forsake suicidal wars, race hatreds, religious sectarianism, and the boomerang-evils of materialism. Babaji is well aware of the trend of modern times, especially of the influence and complexities of Western civilization, and realizes the necessity of spreading the self-liberations of yoga equally in the West and in the East.

In addition, Babaji is reputed to be ageless, according to some accounts, and about 500 years old around the late 1800s, according to Pranabananda. Yogananda reports that, according to the disciples of Lahirī, nobody knows Babaji’s age, family, place of birth, true name, or other details “dear to the annalist’s heart.”

According to Yogananda’s autobiography, he has a sister called Mataji (meaning “Holy Mother”) who also has lived throughout the centuries. Her level of spiritual attainment is comparable to her brother’s, and she lives in a state of spiritual ecstasy in an underground cave. ….Swami Maheshwarananda writes in his book The hidden power in humans, that the Guru of the legendary Babaji is Sri Alakh Puriji.” Wikipedia

But we also find a hidden master in the Book of Enoch, the prototype for the Christian religion that emerged a few centuries after it was written:


  1. And there I saw One who had a head of days, And His head was white like wool, And with Him was another being whose countenance had the appearance of a man, And his face was full of graciousness, like one of the holy angels.
  2. And I asked the angel who went with me and showed me all the hidden things, concerning that Son of Man, who he was, and whence he was, (and)
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why he went with the Head of Days? And he answered and said unto me:

This is the son of Man who hath righteousness, With whom dwelleth righteousness, And who revealeth all the treasures of that which is hidden,

Because the Lord of Spirits hath chosen him, And whose lot hath the pre-eminence before the Lord of Spirits in uprightness for ever.

4, And this Son of Man whom thou hast seen Shall †raise up† the kings and the mighty from their seats, [And the strong from their thrones]

And shall loosen the reins of the strong, And break the teeth of the sinners.

  1. [And he shall put down the kings from their thrones and kingdoms] Because they do not extol and praise Him, Nor humbly acknowledge whence the kingdom was bestowed upon them. 6. And he shall put down the countenance of the strong, And shall fill them with shame.

And darkness shall be their dwelling, And worms shall be their bed, And they shall have no hope of rising from their beds, Because they do not extol the name of the Lord of Spirits.

….When they see that Son of Man Sitting on the throne of his glory.

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  2. And the kings and the mighty and all who possess the earth shall bless and glorify and extol him who rules over all, who was hidden.
  3. For from the beginning the Son of Man was hidden, And the Most High preserved him in the presence of His might, And revealed him to the elect.”

Amen the ‘hidden god’ is in fact considered in the ‘Theban’ theology as the hidden force behind all things and we might well note that he seems to hide at the end of every prayer. Jews, Christians and Muslims all say the word Amen or Ameen at the end of their prayers and all give different reasons for doing so. Perhaps none of them realise who they are addressing by doing this.

There are a few more examples of hidden masters. We can have no idea how many there are. For a start we need enlightenment to recognise it in others and if it is hidden that may well be impossible. But some people have left a legacy that we can see and deduce that there was something more to them, even though most were hidden during their life times, lived in seclusion or as hermits.

One I will be writing about here has been well hidden for four centuries and remains so however is under his various aliases not only William Shakespeare, but also perhaps the most famous and notorious magician to have lived since Merlin came to Scotland to live in a hermitage in the time of 6th century founder of Glasgow, St Mungo, was also the richest man in Britain and a peer of the realm. But he is someone few have ever heard of, and whose Wikipedia entry is tiny. A classic hidden master.











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