I had a long sweet talk with my chakras. I told them how much I loved them, and needed them, and wanted us to be intimate, and wanted us to enrich each other, and wanted the energy of each to help the others. I spent time just working to breathe more love and life into them. I spent extra time with my crown chakra, who really suffered, although all of them did, for so many years, with the heavy thick wet darkness I could feel over my crown, and the chronic helpless rage of my life. I felt so in love with them, so in love with myself, with the parts of me that were them, by the time I was through. I hope it has some good effect. And then –
Beneath my normal vision, I was standing in a room of brown and gold. I realized it, then decided to pay attention to it, and I shifted my attention and focused “through the part of me that was there” is one way to put it.
I was in a room square but just a bit rectangular, I’m guessing maybe 25′ feet diameter. The ceiling was really high, like 3x what would be normal. The light in it was so gold, so beautiful.
The overwhelming color was many shades of brown and some tan, and I looked at shelves of books all around, a brown dominance of their spine colors, that reached all the way to the 30 foot ceiling. I saw a rolliing ladder over to the right. The visuals were really very good, very detailed and rich.
In the middle of the room was this… well in my world it might normally be a ‘column’ but in this case, it was 3-4 times as thick, and it was sloped out in the middle. It seemed more like some kind of powerful ‘support’, maybe with tech in it in the middle somehow, than anything decorative, although it was very decorative.
I wondered, where is this? Why would I see this, where am I?
As I looked around the room, I turned around — and there he was. 3rd of 4. He was standing initially with his side to me, looking at a bookshelf on the opposite side of the room near the corner.
Tall windows nearly the height of the room, were in that far wall. But when I turned, his attention seemed suddenly pulled and he looked up, and looked pretty surprised to see me.
He walked over to me slowly, saying nothing.
This is your world? I asked him. He nodded yes.
It’s beautiful, I said, admiring the golden glow of light in the room.
Am I seeing this because we are a little more integrated? I asked him.
I think so, he answered, sounding not completely sure himself.
I wondered if I were talking more to his ‘incarnate’ personality than I normally am–normally all of us are kind of ‘an aspect of’ our one of the Four, not the complete one.
Although he is my twin, my mate, he is not really my equal when it comes to inherent energy, whether genetic or spiritual (and those are connected it appears), he is much more than I. I love him so, in a through-the-middle way, although I often kind of ignore this and treat him like a brother.
I kneeled in front of him slowly and seriously, in a silent sort of acknowledgement. Then I stood up again and said, It’s good to see you. Thank you for this.
He smiled down at me finally, and I took a step back, imagining as I did so that the whole of it closed off from me and then vanished into the universe, and it was gone.
Back in the Bewilderness era, I would often have “a sight underneath my sight” and see, as I once recorded it, “people and places I’ve never seen before.” Except they seemed totally random, not related to anything or anybody I had any connection with.
Just before I got married back in Spring of 1995, I was reading Jayne’s the Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind and he had a schizophrenic patient quoted literally saying word for word what I’d written in my journal. That was startling!
The difference is, that when this happened to me, I remembered Jane Roberts and Seth, and I thought, “Huh, some other reality, interesting, ok back to work now,” and I went on with my life. That guy, though, was scared, visited psychiatrists, was very freaked out by it all, and eventually started having voices telling him to kill people or whatever (I don’t remember the detail). Which I perceive as basically what happens if someone is filled with fear about such things. I have often felt that some of the symptoms we associate with schizophrenia are perceptions that are considered a normal part of spiritual development in much of the world’s literature. People get medication and labels instead of meditation and understanding, as I sometimes put it.
Normally nowdays, I don’t have ‘visions’ spontaneously, or much in the way of ‘layered’ vision, various third-eye chakra effects. Not much of that for 15 years. Lately I’ve had a few of the ‘underlay’ visuals in the middle of my ‘ordinary day’. It’s just been a long time since I had this kind of thing happening when I was not meditating.
I can’t remember the previous ones, but in this, finding the 3rd there, implies it’s not just random. This part did seem different, in that respect, than the underlays I used to find myself seeing all those years ago.
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