I wanted to make a record of this experience because I think it was an extraordinary one.
To start off, in occult books, a lot of importance is put into the idea of "invocation." Often, there is a fascination with people "summoning demons." As though summoning a demon could ever be a useful action.
Invocation, however, is not something unique to the occult. In different religions, invocations are made to gods, saints, and spiritual masters. Actually, every time you hear someone who hits his foot yell "Jesus Christ!" that is an invocation to Christ. (Of course, an exclamation like this could never invoke Christ.)
About two years ago I had an experience in this area, which has taken me a large amount of time to understand.
What occurred? Well, to explain first requires some context. As I have explained to Jhananda and mapeli here, for many years I was a student of G. I. Gurdjieff. He was someone I dedicated a large amount of study to, and who I learned a lot from his teachings.
At one point I came to subject everything in my experience to the judgment of Gurdjieff. What would he think of X? How should I do Y in reference to him? It is important to understand this, because he occupied a large amount of space in my thoughts.
Now, how does an invocation work? How would it be possible to invoke Christ, Shiva, etc? Well, it is an exercise of the mind, and of the whole personality. Fixation is needed. One has to very seriously dedicate one's thoughts to a guru, saint, etc.
People imagine invocation in the stereotype of a pentagram drawn on the floor. They imagine a ceremony with different objects. In Christianity, people imagine the physical re-enactment of the Last Supper as being essential for the presence of Christ.
But, all of the outward show is just that. The adornments are not anything in themselves. What these objects do is simply give a context for a person. It is the person himself who invokes the guru, saint, or deva.
So, what occurred? Well, one day I was just sitting, going about my business as usual. I was engaged in study of Gurdjieff. Then, suddenly, I became aware of the "presence" of G. I. Gurdjieff.
It was a floaty experience. It was like he was there, but not there. It was like he was above me, over my shoulder, looking at me - though I could not see him back. It was unsettling. It was out of the ordinary. If it were not, I would not be sharing this.
In my imagination I slowly came to have different images emerge. These made the presence of Gurdjieff into a more concrete experience. His "presence" remained for a few minutes. Then, the "presence" went away.
Like I said, it took two years for me to make something of the experience.
This story may sound unexceptional. To appreciate it requires experience in this area, along with very refined discernment.
I would like to conclude that it is essential to understand experiences like this in the context of doubt. I saw nothing. Remember, the experience was of a "presence." There could be nothing more flighty. Finally, the associative flow of images was not anything special. They cannot be made distinct from imagination. So, even if this particular experience was veritable, experiences like this always end up in a mixture with imagination.