Re: "The Knowledge Book" Is it a cult?

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This book purportedly exists to help with the next crucial phase of our planetary evolution. How then could I not be interested? The book has been translated into 15 languages, so apparently I’m not alone in my interest.

The enormous purple tome that is, The Knowledge Book was introduced to me eighteen months ago by my very wise, consciousness-seeking (and finding) friend, Robin, who is a dedicated proponent of its message. It was dictated to a human being commencing in 1981, from The Golden Galaxy Dimension, a galaxy far outside the realm of the things we know of as galaxies. The method used was something called, Light-Photon-Cyclone – unknown as yet to our planet – from the Alpha Channel that was directly over Anatolian Turkey at the time. Am I losing you yet? Stay with me. I realize how it sounds.images

A Turkish woman named, Vedia Bülent Çorak known as, Mevlana, by those divulging energies from the Golden Galaxy Dimension, and said to be the reincarnation of Persian poet, Rumi, who died in the 12th century, was the focus of this dictation. Much the way Muhammad was chosen to scribe the content that would become the Quran, as directed by the Angel Gabriel, so was it channeled to Mrs. Çorak, who I can’t help but mention bears an uncanny resemblance to the lovable, Mrs. Doubtfire. The book is understood to be a compilation of all of the wisdom embedded in all of the existing sacred texts, including the Old and New Testament, The Quran, Buddhist Sutras, and The Vedas, among others. And when I mean wisdom, I mean, coded knowledge in this case, downloadable to the reader through technological means beyond the current ability our heads have to wrap around such things. This coding is indiscernible in the text – one that when read it might be hoped would produce a Eureka moment or two in a cognitive sense and frankly doesn’t all that often. But, from experience I do find that there are passages that pop out as if to say, “We see we’re losing you. Stay with us, we’re here”, and I find myself taken aback by a moment of pure thought as it appears transferred to my consciousness. Every once in a while, I find I actually even understand – however fleeting that moment might be. Words are completely inadequate to describe what unfolds, but it’s safe to say that it’s less about cognizance and all about consciousness, and that fact bucks description any day of the week.

Back when my friend first mentioned it to me, she felt me out by giving me a photocopy of one of the chapters in the book, called instead, fascicules, – a kind of litmus test routinely offered to newbies to see if one is attracted, or even repelled by the material – the latter indicating a fit not quite ready to be made. Now, I like a good read and I’m fairly voracious about finding one, but the first fascicule read-through wasn’t what I expected. I persevered nonetheless – the possibility of a life-helpful download baiting me as reward. I’d been advised to read every word thoroughly, so I read it out loud to be sure I didn’t cheat a bit and breeze through places when the going got rough, which in truth, it did. I was told that one must try to focus and not miss words, as at times the sentences might not always make sense, or the grammar isn’t what’s consider right, and even the spelling of the odd word is different. I didn’t know what to think, but I wasn’t turned off either. Fascinated, definitely.

Soon thereafter, I acquired the actual book and began to read a fascicule a night, which took some determination I’d have to say. I was pretty much alone in the endeavour, except for cheering sent from afar by Robin for my attempt. Unlike a good book that won’t let you put it down, the Knowledge Book felt like a slog many times and I would get so far; then put it down for a while only to return when I felt that I could handle it again. Eighteen months later, I’m still three quarters of the way through a first read, one meant to be read again and again in readiness for higher and higher frequencies custom-coded in an ever-expanding download. Unexciting as this sounds, I realized soon in that I’d have to work with it as if I was reading code, which under normal circumstances I wouldn’t be caught dead doing.

And things started happening. Deeper layers in m