I was born and raised within a Gnostic sect. But when I was seventeen, I met a Rosicrucian named E, who worked as a philosophy instructor at my high school. I have no idea what he saw in me, but he took me under his wing. He exposed me to Neoplatonism and Christian Hermeticism. But his main shtick was Plato. He claimed that Plato was the foundation of western esotericism.
During his mentorship, I took on the role of a prisoner in Plato’s cave. E made me face the shadows of superficial truth that I had once embraced. He then showed me higher truths. Something within me awoke from a deep slumber. I could no longer see the world as I once had. It was a paradigm shift that I was hard pressed to resist. It continues to drive me forward two decades later.
I attended his wedding that was held at a lavish Lutheran church. “E” then moved to the other side of the country. At this point all communication ceased. I felt a large degree of abandonment. Some students fail a test or trial that severs the link with their teacher. I have always pondered what misstep I might have taken. Nonetheless, this is how my journey down the path of Rosicrucianism began.