The Dweller on the Threshold of Consciousness

The dweller on the threshold of consciousness is a cloud-like entity formed of the Holy Breath and the auric soul substance an embodied soul has misused. It contains the memories and urges toward everything negative the soul has ever done or destroyed, the aggregate of soul taints, the entity formed of the substance a soul has misused throughout all past lives. Some partially repent then misuse more until they have wasted all the rational and Oversoul substance the law permits. Each time a soul misuses its substance it has less to draw upon for its creations, including building or rebuilding the body.

The dweller on the threshold of consciousness is the challenger to consciousness. If you say, "In the name of Jesus Christ," the dweller's current form will explode, which reduces it size and power over the self. The story of Cain slaying his brother Abel describes how the soul builds a dweller, which can usurp the soul's command and act in evil passion:

"Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground. And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the Lord. And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the Lord had respect unto Abel and to his offering: but unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell. And the Lord said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen? If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him." – Genesis 4:2-7. Cain's jealousy of Abel led to his murder of his brother.

Thomas Bulwer-Lytton's book, Zanoni, describes the dweller on the threshold and appears to be the first useage of the term.

"... think of the Haunter of the Threshold, and shudder with me at the awful hazard! I have endeavoured to fill the Englishman's ambition with the true glory of his art; but the restless spirit of his ancestor still seems to whisper in him, and to attract to the spheres in which it lost its own wandering way. There is a mystery in man's inheritance from his fathers. Peculiarities of the mind, as diseases of the body, rest dormant for generations, to revive in some distant descendant, baffle all treatment and elude all skill."

"Everywhere I see and scent the presence of the Ghostly One that dwells on the threshold, and whose victims are the souls that would aspire and can only fear. I see its dim shapelessness going before the men of blood, and marshalling their way."

"By degrees this object shaped itself to his sight. It was as that of a human head covered with a dark veil through which glared, with livid and demoniac fire, eyes that froze the marrow of his bones. Nothing else of the face was distinguishable,—nothing but those intolerable eyes; but his terror, that even at the first seemed beyond nature to endure, was increased a thousand-fold, when, after a pause, the phantom glided slowly into the chamber.

"The cloud retreated from it as it advanced; the bright lamps grew wan, and flickered restlessly as at the breath of its presence. Its form was veiled as the face, but the outline was that of a female; yet it moved not as move even the ghosts that simulate the living. It seemed rather to crawl as some vast misshapen reptile; and pausing, at length it cowered beside the table which held the mystic volume, and again fixed its eyes through the filmy veil on the rash invoker. All fancies, the most grotesque, of monk or painter in the early North, would have failed to give to the visage of imp or fiend that aspect of deadly malignity which spoke to the shuddering nature in those eyes alone. All else so dark,—shrouded, veiled and larva-like. But that burning glare so intense, so livid, yet so living, had in it something that was almost HUMAN in its passion of hate and mockery,—something that served to show that the shadowy Horror was not all a spirit, but partook of matter enough, at least, to make it more deadly and fearful an enemy to material forms. As, clinging with the grasp of agony to the wall,—his hair erect, his eyeballs starting, he still gazed back upon that appalling gaze,—the Image spoke to him: his soul rather than his ear comprehended the words it said.

"Thou hast entered the immeasurable region. I am the Dweller of the Threshold. What wouldst thou with me? Silent? Dost thou fear me? Am I not thy beloved? Is it not for me that thou hast rendered up the delights of thy race? Wouldst thou be wise? Mine is the wisdom of the countless ages. Kiss me, my mortal lover." And the Horror crawled near and nearer to him; it crept to his side, its breath breathed upon his cheek! With a sharp cry he fell to the earth insensible, and knew no more till, far in the noon of the next day, he opened his eyes and found himself in his bed."

Edna Lister on The Dweller on the Threshold

Every vibration you send out returns to you. When force approaches, it bites you. It prods you from the outside and you feel something hurting, shocking. All the force you have created, by misusing Mind, Substance and Power, feeds the dweller on the threshold of consciousness, the sum of all your misuse. It appears to the inner vision as a black or grayish fog of misused Mind, Substance and Power. It may affect the shoulders, the small of the back or the solar plexus, or some vulnerable place. Your guards condense and add all force to the cloud to ascend it. When you refuse to pay your soul debts, you give the cloud life.

When the dweller comes, declare, "Let Light surround this cloud. Let Light consume this." Continue declaring this and it will go. Then call yourself by name, and tell your soul to repossess its rightful place. Memory impressions will remain in the subconscious unless you lift these low thoughts at night and let the Light consume them. When you are earnestly serving the Light, the Father can shatter your dweller on the threshold of consciousness. – Edna Lister, May 15, 1958.

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Edna Miriam Lister
1884 –1971
The original Pioneering Mystic
minister, teacher, and author

Edna Lister


The Holy Bible. King James Version (KJV).

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