Out There

Something different happened in this evening's meditation. If you're into meditation, you might say it was more of the nothing than usual.

As soon as I sat down, I was flooded with the thought/feeling/sense of a friend I had in the 12th grade. Dunno why. Only saw him once in the past 35 years, don't know him, it's not a thing.

It felt like an intense request, so I pushed lots of love as light pouring through his heart and life. Waves of good energy. I visualized a host of heavenly beings around him helping, asking for him to receive support. It became clear we're connected across lifetimes. Now, something is wrong. He seems to be drowning in a major life crisis. So considerable time and energy was spent showering this person with love. Even now as I type this I do it. The meditation then flowed to a staircase (an unexpected visual) offering to take me upward.

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Skipping steps in this tale, I found myself pointing at Thoth. Puffy clouds, heavenly light, glowing beings, the whole thing. Let go, more and more. I flashed a visual of my palms turning upward and opening arms, a gesture of surrender. Then resumed melting consciousness into the ether. 

Mini Me

I popped, surprisingly, into a large space. It felt like I was 5 inches tall on a long table, in a room of giants. I saw no particular forms but sensed presences of this scale in the room. Without hearing clear speech, I sensed them discussing Earth and the galaxy. I felt like a newly refurbished pawn offered to the players of an immense game. There's a conversation happening around me in energy form, and only glimpses of fragments of textures trickle through my awareness. So I continue filling my being with light, projecting love, letting go, melting consciousness.

"Is he ready?" someone (or some thing) inquires. The vibe's neutral, neither pro nor con. It's even more apparent I was presented by someone...to some group... for some thing. What's protocol in a situation like that? I just kept melting into the ether.

I sensed an invitation to be reconfigured. Perhaps this sounds dramatic. I've had this before. With this came an awareness I'd have to shed/release more of the human world. In an instant I perceived layers of Christianity's influence on American consciousness.

​Not that this concept was new to me. But a portion of the confinement of my own consciousness, and the effort required to melt it into the ether, is due to Christian thought structures embedded throughout the public consciousness here. Absorbed over my lifetime through every interaction, conversation, movie and media. Perhaps absorbed over many lifetimes.

It's embedded in morality, humor, social politics, relationships, and general expectations. Christianity's influential even in the "liberated" woo woo community's conceptions of the energetic economy, and how transactions work.

Its girders help structure the default frames of how to approach and interpret common, day to day reality. It's mostly unnoticed in general. Highlighted in educated circles, yes, but seemingly unobserved in the fabric of individual "non-christian" minds. Or minimized. As if the Self were somehow distinct from the ocean in which it forms. Like a fish arguing its independence from water.

​As a meditator you get used to letting it all go. But it's there to let go. And in this moment there's the offering, it seems, to relieve me of this piece. To be freer than when I started. 

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Then it Gets Weird

Energy started to flow. This I opened to receive enthusiastically. Usual weird stuff happened. Trippy physical sensations, energy surging through me. Etcetera. I opened wider, let go more. I understood, somehow, that I'd be released from the Christian frame while also understanding that I really didn't know what was going on.

Then came the imagery. I don't usually get imagery. Sometimes I can go somewhere and tell you everything that happened without seeing a thing. But on this occasion...

The setting, bathed in bright golden light, was something akin to the architecture of Asgard (as in the Thor movies). But not. Anyway, it was "way up there."

A pair of hands is taking/removing something from atop my head. As they move down into my vision again, they're holding a metal helmet with a Greek cross cut through the front. The mind will flow more easily, now. The confines of American Human will be loosened, facilitating more direct connection with All That Is.

In the moment I sense this is one of a series of restructurings I may experience. Layers of confinement to be released one by one. As I write this now, I sense there's observation going on. Monitoring. Let's see what you do with this before we take things further.

I wonder if my friend across lifetimes and I were together in Christianity's early days. Perhaps in its proliferation. Maybe in this life my friend, who likely hasn't spent the decades deconstructing reality as I have, is in crisis because it's time to be liberated in ways he hasn't prepared for. Yes, perhaps the initial step upward in my meditation, helping him, was not arbitrary at all.

​Those who can must support those who can't. Or else the whole falls apart.

​"Is he ready?"

Are we ready?

I think I'll be sending energy his way for days. ​

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