8:20pm 28NOV2010 Thoth Tarot IG Archmed
In a forest on a lovely day I find a path and walk down it. After a bit I ask for my arch of Responsibility, and I hug and kiss him and then let him go. A bit later I ask for Sun and I hold his hand and ask soul to reduce defenses so that Sun, Nero and IG can work more directly with me, then I let him go.
A spontaneous memory hits me, and I find myself in a TV show scene, a post-armageddon drama where a young man has a couple batteries and after a tussle with some people who were being unfair to him, he was wanting them back, they were all he had in the world (to sell). I realized that was offtrack, and I boxed the whole energetic construct, flashed it clean, separated the form from the dynamic, cleaned the dynamic energy and pulled it into my solar plexus, then cleaned and deconstructed the matter energy and set it free.
(Technically this energy is all the same thing. That’s just how I do the visualization, is all.) And I continued on my path.
Another spontaneous memory hits me and I find myself in a movie scene, Dead Poets Society, where the young man shoots himself after his father and he fight. The parents rush in and I realized I’m lost, and I do the whole visualization to deal with that energy again, and I continue on the path.
You could just ‘port to the arch, Sun says, beside me again.
I know, I say. But for some reason I feel like walking the path. Is that a problem?
No, he says, and vanishes. So I continue.
But I realize he’s right. I’m getting bored. So I stop in the path and say, Map! and a large realtime map of the forest appears, vertically like a picture frame or computer screen in front of me, but large.
Show me 9 of Disks, I say, and it shows me he is to my Northeast. Show me where we could meet safely, I say, and it shows me a clearing 9 is moving toward.
I wave the map away and put both my current location and the new location together in my head. Then I ‘forget’ my current while ‘remembering’ the new and putting an Ooomph emotion energy for the move. I see him walk into the clearing.
You look perfectly normal, I tell him, nonplussed. A young man. I see the sync to the memory flashes earlier. But I expected you’d have something… you know. Wrong, or injured, or . . . something!
You’ve had my energy ‘open’ as you call it, for a long time, he told me. We’ve worked through a good deal.
I realize he’s right. I began to meditate on this more than once and didn’t.
It throws me, that you’re just a guy, I say. I’m getting to understand that tarot are each a truly massive, amazing quantity of energy and perspective. To see you as the archetype just a young man in blue jeans is kind of brain crunching.
He just grinned. Didn’t say anything.
Could we do the normal stuff just to wrap this up then? I asked, and he nodded yes. So I took his hands in mine and stood close to him, and imagined the water of life flowing down on us.
And nothing happened. That’s never happened before, I told him in confusion.
I concentrated again. Water of life! I visualized it, And there it was. Geez.
I then brought the sun, light of life… and then the wind, and I had cracked so deeply with the sun that the window blew tons of me away including my whole head (which thankfully reappeared just fine after) and the middle of my torso, I don’t think that’s ever happened before. When I imagined the earth element, the chemical of life, cleansing us, I got some arch-merge rushing from that.
Then I merged with him, but I didn’t really feel anything at that point. I admit it seems like that one should have been more difficult… but perhaps he was correct, and I’d actually spent nearly three months with that energy open already.
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IG, I said, let’s get to the next thing on YOUR list. I believe we are on #4.
There are skills, arts and styles for active meditation which are most effective both for my intent, and for my understanding and improvement. I want to work on whatever IG thinks is best for developing and improving these.
This is not necessarily an archmed. Just a ‘something’. I let her drive. We had already worked out a sort of ‘pod’ that I would get in, relax, close my eyes. She could seem to take it through time or space and when I climb out, I’d be wherever, the environment she had in mind. So I climbed in and we went from there.
But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t seem to grasp anything, I got lost repeatedly, and I spent quite awhile at it, and finally just passed out. I’m considering this one a total failure, and one I will need to come back to and try again. Perhaps this evening is just not the time for it. I suppose sometimes that’s just the way it is.
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