Konrad and Alexandra (PDF) - Rolf Gross

She described her sensation of flying over her body."Later I experienced something very similar at the height of a great orgasm—just as this time with you. It is anexhilarating experience. More I don’t understand, but the lotus position is the best way to get there."A few months after Otto’s birth, an excited Sophia had appeared with a Tibetan text that Count Nikolai Prshevalsky hadbrought back from one of his expeditions. Sophia, highly excited, believed she had found the explanation of the strangecolors Alexandra had seen in giving birth. They were the same colors that distinguish the five Tibetan Buddhas in deepmeditation.Alexandra played down this seemingly far-fetched connection as a meaningless coincidence. They were simply thecolors of the rainbow. What is so special about that. But Sophia had lent her the book, and the more she had read in it,the more intrigued she had become. She had discovered the lotus position there and had found that it afforded her anunprecedented spontaneity in lovemaking."What about the flying sensation you experienced?" asked Vladimir becoming suddenly interested. "Does the Tibetantext explain that too?""No, that is still a mystery to me. It is a very heady experience, especially when I make myself fly during lovemaking."Vladimir lapsed into thought. Eventually he said very slowly. "I too have had such an experience under entirely differentconditions. I have never talked about it to anyone. Two years ago I participated in a street demonstration with some ofmy radical friends. The Cossacks appeared and started shooting at random into the crowd. One of my best friends diedthat day. I was lucky, I only received a bullet in my shoulder. I lost a large amount of blood and was carried to the hospitalin a coma."A shadow went over his handsome face. "The curious thing was that, although I could not talk or move, I heardeverything. I was flying high above my body looking down on it. It was not an unpleasant state to be in, like you, I felt nopain. I heard the voices of friends and of my mother, who were not present, and even that of my dead grandmother. Theyall called on me to join them in the afterlife. My sister, later in the hospital, called me back to reality. With a great effort Imade myself wake up."He looked questioningly at Alexandra, who had reined in her horse and stared at him. "I suddenly understand what Iexperienced.´she said, "I'll might have the same sensations at my death: part of my soul leaves the body. Should dying,making love, and giving birth be that closely related? Could dying be a pleasurable, highly sensual experience?"Vladimir nodded. "Yes, I think so. After this experience I lost my fear of dying. I now live every day as if it was my lastone. And you think that death, love, and birth are accompanied by the same sensual experience, this would be anamazing insight."20.Mme. Blavatsky at the Volkonsky Palais1904The telephone had arrived in St. Petersburg, and Vladimir had given Alexandra his number to call him, but when shefaced the black speaker funnel at the post office, she panicked and resorted to writing a personal note in her carefulhand. It would be more discreet, and he would have something tangible in his hands. Besides who would listen in on theirtelephone conversation, the Okhrana?Dear Yogi,Would you like to join me in a fashionable séance of the Theosophists at the Palais of Prince Sergey Pavlovich V.? Theypromise to demonstrate yoga meditation, have a Tibetan pharmacist at hand, produce some occult magic, and—nopromises—probably smoke some hashish. I owe this invitation to Sophia B.You have heard of Mme. Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, née von Hahn, haven’t you? She is the Ur-mother of theTheosophists, and though dead for twelve years, she appears regularly, according to rumors, to her faithful.You may wonder why I want to go there: I have some true medical interests. I am curious of what they understand aboutpsychic phenomena, and I want to find out why so many artists and writers are attracted to Theosophy. Finally a personalcuriosity, H.P.B., in the 1860s, was a frequent visitor to the house of my grandparents. My mother told many strangetales about her.K. would never consent to accompany me, maybe you will! Unfortunately you may encounter more acquaintances therethan you might care to be associated with: Toute le monde is deeply enraptured by Theosophy.67