It's Sunday. Sunday Sunday. I haven't been going to Sunday meditations lately, but this Sunday, Bart asked if I could attend. So I did. He told me he had a new student attending and that he'd like me to be there. After the vision I was given during my meditation, I understood just why I was asked to be there.
I found myself on Nebaddon. I visit there on a somewhat regular basis in my meditations, but this time things were different. Normally when I go there, I meditate while there. I know it sounds a little strange, meditating in my meditation. I typically levitate next to a walking path in the lotus position and just meditate there about 3-4 feet off the ground. I don't know exactly what that means, but that's how it usually goes.
This time, I was walking, one foot in front of another, through a field of silken flowers. I was walking with my hands out at the sides just letting these flowers run along my hands. The sensation of touching these flowers was absolute pleasure. They were tall like corn stalks but felt just like wispy silk across my palms and fingers. After walking like this for some time, I was approached by two angelic beings. As they approached, I realized that these were to be the spirits of my children, who are currently in utero. I was washed over with pure unconditional love and my eyes closed in order to jut feel the love they had. When I opened my eyes, I saw them as small children, both gorgeous with huge smiles on their faces. It was magic.
Then I found myself drawn to the top of a mountain overlook. I looked out over the edge to the beautiful scenery and realized that there was an audience of energetic beings behind me. I turned around to look at them and wondered who all these beings were and why they were there. As I looked at them, I felt my arms opening as if I were going to hold and embrace and love all of them. Just then, I felt them all enter into my body and fill me with their presence. There must have been at least a hundred of them, and as they entered me, I took a deep breath in and felt myself become lighter and somehow more. I let out my breath and turned around and saw the Archangel Michael standing at the edge of the overlook. He was just staring off into the beautiful distance with a thoughtful look on his face.
It's not at all typical for me to have Michael visit me in any sort of vision or meditation, so I was somewhat surprised by his presence. I walked up to him and said, "Hello Michael, nice to see you here." He turned to me with that little smile on his face, patted my chest and said, "You now have the tools you require. You have the means, both physical and spiritual. It's time for a great shift, a great change. No more room for fear or doubt, it's time now for the next phase, the next journey. "
Shortly after that, I opened my eyes. I felt more focused, more full of love and life. I wasn't quite sure what it was that had just happened to me, but I knew that it was something significant. Talking to Bart later, he told me that they were like the positive version of furies. These furies are negative spirits that enter a host and magnify the hosts anger, or fury (hence the name). The spirits that entered me have the same general purpose, except they are there to amplify the natural love and compassion within me. And on top of this, I have this understanding that the overabundance that was shown to me so many months ago is right around the corner.
Today, I wake up and hear Gabrel telling me that I should go to a hospital and give healing energy to the people there. I looked online at how to become a volunteer and it's, at the very least, a month long process. This didn't seem right, so I looked back up to Gabe and said, "What now?"
He tells me, "I didn't say anything about becoming a volunteer. I just want you to go down there and visit some people. So, that's where I'm headed. I have no idea who I'm going to see or what I'm going to do or how long I'll be there. So much of my life has been this way. Angelic beings tell me to go somewhere and I go and it's always an amazing journey. It's time to be the cause, to be the change. What a journey.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Growing up, I saw and felt and understood so many things that I never told anyone about. I was never sure what I was or who I was, I figured there had to be some reason that I would receive so much attention from energetic beings on all ends of the spectrum. I had no idea how to tell my mom that some nights I woke up and I felt invisible hands choking me or that I saw luminescent eyes staring at me from the closet. Would it even do any good to tell anyone? Or that sometimes I could see spirits moving around or hear footsteps of people that weren't there, or maybe that I could sense auras and see colors around people's bodies. Would it have made a positive difference? I suppose I'll never know. While I learned to embrace these encounters, it was never anything I shared with anyone growing up.
Our family has a long history of spiritual attunement, but most of what's held onto are ghost stories. My family has stories going back to every house they've ever owned or lived in. It wasn't unheard of for us to sit around and swap ghost stories with each other for hours, but despite all our interest and experience in it, almost none of us knew what to do with any of it. I knew I was telepathic from an early age, I was able to hear things that people didn't say and know feelings they were experiencing without them even being physically near me. I remember once in middle school during summer vacation, I experienced severe stomach pains for two days with no explanation for them whatsoever. When we got back to school after the break, I told my friend about it and she started bawling. Apparently, she had been in Mexico during her break and experienced a miscarriage while she was there. This happened on the exact days of my stomach pains. Like I said, the things I never told anyone about.
Back to being telepathic as a child, I knew that these ghost stories secretly scared the hell out of my mother. Whatever she experienced growing up combined with her belief system surrounding energetic beings, she didn't mind talking about it but she was still afraid of it. I can't really blame her, most people are. They fear something that has no form and is foreign to their solid world. Those people don't remember what it was like to be formless, what their existence was before they took residence in that body. And since she held this fear, I never really spoke of my experiences or my dreams. The things that used to come to me during my childhood were equally amazing and horrific, although looking back on it, it seems the earlier years were more horror than amazement. I remember always being afraid as a child. Afraid to wake up and hear noises. Afraid to wake up and hear voices, or see shadows move or knocking sounds on the outside of my second story window or see eyes in my closet. I remember my TV would always change the channel by itself. It was one of those cheaper TV's that only allows 2 digit channel numbers, so the highest channel was 99. Well whenever you would push a number three times, it would end up as a one digit number, like if you pressed the 2 three times, it would go to channel 22 and then 2. Well the TV, at least once a day, would change itself to 66, 6...then it would pause and go three more times. Basically, the number 666 was being sent to me repeatedly through my TV.
I told my mother about this once, but we adults, we have an amazing way of shutting our third eye and closing the veil and denying that anything outside ourselves exist at all. I can't blame her for shrugging it off, it's much easier to pretend that your son is imagining things than to think that some entity is sending the number of the beast through your son's TV. Denial has got to be one of humanity's sharpest tools, always on hand to cut the truth down into small pieces and make it go away. Now whether or not the "devil" himself was out to get me is neither relevant nor important. The message was one of fear, plain and simple. I knew a few basic equations. Devil = Bad Guy. 666 = Mark of Beast. Devil = 666. So the meaning behind the message was clear, be afraid because there's something after you. My sister was still living at home during all of this, so I was still in the smallest room in the house at this point. And let me tell you, I hated that room. I used to have the most awful nightmares in that room, horrible visions and feelings of dread. If it weren't for my grandma coming to me and showing me that I had the power to get rid of them, I would probably be little more than a shell right now, all chewed up from an uncontrollable stream of visions and encounters that I had no idea how to deal with.
I felt alone growing up when it came to this aspect of me. There was no one around that had anywhere near my sensitivity to these energies and most people don't feel comfortable with it, even if they do believe in it's existence. It's not much of a wonder that I eventually developed insomnia from the information overload. I would lay awake at night as things raced through my mind. I wanted to sleep anywhere in the house but in my room, that room just had a heavy feeling to it. And no matter how much I felt or saw, I knew that I didn't have anyone to go to that could help me through these things. This is why God sent my Grandma to me, to give me the tools I needed to handle these energies and empower me against them. The timing was truly divine, for if things had kept going the way they were, these encounters and entities surely would have broken me.
When my grandma spoke to me, she told me that I had a gift and that I was able to see and understand things. She told me that sometimes these things I see might be bad, but that there was a phrase that I could say that would make them go away. She told me that if I ever felt there was something there, not to be scared and simply say, "If you are here from God, then please tell me what you want, but if you are not, then in Jesus' name you must leave." It wasn't very long after she taught me this that I found myself needing to use it.
By this time, my sister had moved out to college and I had moved into her room, which was much bigger and in the front of the house. More importantly though, it wasn't that awful room that I had spent so many years in. I felt like moving rooms would set me free from these things that would come after me, but this didn't prove to be the case at all. Apparently if you move the flame, the moths move right along with it. One night, I was sleeping soundly in my bed when I was awoken by the most viscous 'boom' sound I'd ever heard. It sounded like someone had slammed a train into the wall behind my bed. The only problem with that is, my room was on the second story and that wall faced the street. There wasn't any way someone or something could have slammed against the house. I had just enough time to be scared shitless when I heard the 'boom' a second time. It was loud enough that it made my room shake with the sound. I lay there terrified, waiting to see if it would happen a third time. My Grandma told me that only God had the power to come into the world in sets of three and that the devil, having less power, would only be able to manifest in sets of two. Well I got the message loud and clear when I heard this sound twice, something not nice was there. I turned on the TV and went to the bathroom to clear my head and splash some water on my face. When I came back into my room, I noticed the Kathy Ireland poster I had on my wall above my bed looked a little different. When I looked closer, I noticed that her mouth was moving along with the words that were coming from the TV.
As you can imagine, this thoroughly freaked me out. I layed down on the bed to watch some TV and realized there was something sitting in the chair that was in front of my TV. It was just sitting there and smiling at me. It wasn't a pleasant smile, I could feel the malice and hate pouring off of this entity. I was literally paralyzed with fear. My mouth was dry, my heart was racing and I found myself unable to make any sound. I knew that if I could just say the phrase my grandma told me, it would go away and I would be fine. The trouble is, I couldn't speak at all. The more I tried to talk, the more this thing laughed at me and made fun of me. It started to talk to me, saying, "You just can't do it, can you? You could get rid of me if you could just find the courage to speak, but you just cant do it." Then he began to laugh and laugh. I kept praying in my head for strength to speak, for the courage to open my mouth in font of this horrible thing and make him go away. After several minutes of this taunting and my paralytic fear, I finally mustered up the strength to say the whole phrase in it's entirety. Immediately, the beings expression changed from happy to extremely angry. His eyes gowed and he huffed air and then he was gone. I just lay there for a long time trying to catch my breath and calm myself down so that I could actually get to sleep. I did manage to get sleep eventually, but it was a few hours before I could get calm again.
I didn't know how to tell people about these things, they might think I was crazy or something. So I kept it all to myself and never really told anyone else about it. Even to this day, my family knows, at best, a small fraction of the things I saw and experienced. My friends know almost none of it. I suppose I have shared with my loved ones based on what I knew their tolerance level to be. Most dont believe in any of it, so telling them wouldn't really be productive.
Sometimes I still don't know how to tell people about the things I see and hear, but I am more open now than I used to be, even though I still get strange looks sometimes. It's just my crazy life.
Our family has a long history of spiritual attunement, but most of what's held onto are ghost stories. My family has stories going back to every house they've ever owned or lived in. It wasn't unheard of for us to sit around and swap ghost stories with each other for hours, but despite all our interest and experience in it, almost none of us knew what to do with any of it. I knew I was telepathic from an early age, I was able to hear things that people didn't say and know feelings they were experiencing without them even being physically near me. I remember once in middle school during summer vacation, I experienced severe stomach pains for two days with no explanation for them whatsoever. When we got back to school after the break, I told my friend about it and she started bawling. Apparently, she had been in Mexico during her break and experienced a miscarriage while she was there. This happened on the exact days of my stomach pains. Like I said, the things I never told anyone about.
Back to being telepathic as a child, I knew that these ghost stories secretly scared the hell out of my mother. Whatever she experienced growing up combined with her belief system surrounding energetic beings, she didn't mind talking about it but she was still afraid of it. I can't really blame her, most people are. They fear something that has no form and is foreign to their solid world. Those people don't remember what it was like to be formless, what their existence was before they took residence in that body. And since she held this fear, I never really spoke of my experiences or my dreams. The things that used to come to me during my childhood were equally amazing and horrific, although looking back on it, it seems the earlier years were more horror than amazement. I remember always being afraid as a child. Afraid to wake up and hear noises. Afraid to wake up and hear voices, or see shadows move or knocking sounds on the outside of my second story window or see eyes in my closet. I remember my TV would always change the channel by itself. It was one of those cheaper TV's that only allows 2 digit channel numbers, so the highest channel was 99. Well whenever you would push a number three times, it would end up as a one digit number, like if you pressed the 2 three times, it would go to channel 22 and then 2. Well the TV, at least once a day, would change itself to 66, 6...then it would pause and go three more times. Basically, the number 666 was being sent to me repeatedly through my TV.
I told my mother about this once, but we adults, we have an amazing way of shutting our third eye and closing the veil and denying that anything outside ourselves exist at all. I can't blame her for shrugging it off, it's much easier to pretend that your son is imagining things than to think that some entity is sending the number of the beast through your son's TV. Denial has got to be one of humanity's sharpest tools, always on hand to cut the truth down into small pieces and make it go away. Now whether or not the "devil" himself was out to get me is neither relevant nor important. The message was one of fear, plain and simple. I knew a few basic equations. Devil = Bad Guy. 666 = Mark of Beast. Devil = 666. So the meaning behind the message was clear, be afraid because there's something after you. My sister was still living at home during all of this, so I was still in the smallest room in the house at this point. And let me tell you, I hated that room. I used to have the most awful nightmares in that room, horrible visions and feelings of dread. If it weren't for my grandma coming to me and showing me that I had the power to get rid of them, I would probably be little more than a shell right now, all chewed up from an uncontrollable stream of visions and encounters that I had no idea how to deal with.
I felt alone growing up when it came to this aspect of me. There was no one around that had anywhere near my sensitivity to these energies and most people don't feel comfortable with it, even if they do believe in it's existence. It's not much of a wonder that I eventually developed insomnia from the information overload. I would lay awake at night as things raced through my mind. I wanted to sleep anywhere in the house but in my room, that room just had a heavy feeling to it. And no matter how much I felt or saw, I knew that I didn't have anyone to go to that could help me through these things. This is why God sent my Grandma to me, to give me the tools I needed to handle these energies and empower me against them. The timing was truly divine, for if things had kept going the way they were, these encounters and entities surely would have broken me.
When my grandma spoke to me, she told me that I had a gift and that I was able to see and understand things. She told me that sometimes these things I see might be bad, but that there was a phrase that I could say that would make them go away. She told me that if I ever felt there was something there, not to be scared and simply say, "If you are here from God, then please tell me what you want, but if you are not, then in Jesus' name you must leave." It wasn't very long after she taught me this that I found myself needing to use it.
By this time, my sister had moved out to college and I had moved into her room, which was much bigger and in the front of the house. More importantly though, it wasn't that awful room that I had spent so many years in. I felt like moving rooms would set me free from these things that would come after me, but this didn't prove to be the case at all. Apparently if you move the flame, the moths move right along with it. One night, I was sleeping soundly in my bed when I was awoken by the most viscous 'boom' sound I'd ever heard. It sounded like someone had slammed a train into the wall behind my bed. The only problem with that is, my room was on the second story and that wall faced the street. There wasn't any way someone or something could have slammed against the house. I had just enough time to be scared shitless when I heard the 'boom' a second time. It was loud enough that it made my room shake with the sound. I lay there terrified, waiting to see if it would happen a third time. My Grandma told me that only God had the power to come into the world in sets of three and that the devil, having less power, would only be able to manifest in sets of two. Well I got the message loud and clear when I heard this sound twice, something not nice was there. I turned on the TV and went to the bathroom to clear my head and splash some water on my face. When I came back into my room, I noticed the Kathy Ireland poster I had on my wall above my bed looked a little different. When I looked closer, I noticed that her mouth was moving along with the words that were coming from the TV.
As you can imagine, this thoroughly freaked me out. I layed down on the bed to watch some TV and realized there was something sitting in the chair that was in front of my TV. It was just sitting there and smiling at me. It wasn't a pleasant smile, I could feel the malice and hate pouring off of this entity. I was literally paralyzed with fear. My mouth was dry, my heart was racing and I found myself unable to make any sound. I knew that if I could just say the phrase my grandma told me, it would go away and I would be fine. The trouble is, I couldn't speak at all. The more I tried to talk, the more this thing laughed at me and made fun of me. It started to talk to me, saying, "You just can't do it, can you? You could get rid of me if you could just find the courage to speak, but you just cant do it." Then he began to laugh and laugh. I kept praying in my head for strength to speak, for the courage to open my mouth in font of this horrible thing and make him go away. After several minutes of this taunting and my paralytic fear, I finally mustered up the strength to say the whole phrase in it's entirety. Immediately, the beings expression changed from happy to extremely angry. His eyes gowed and he huffed air and then he was gone. I just lay there for a long time trying to catch my breath and calm myself down so that I could actually get to sleep. I did manage to get sleep eventually, but it was a few hours before I could get calm again.
I didn't know how to tell people about these things, they might think I was crazy or something. So I kept it all to myself and never really told anyone else about it. Even to this day, my family knows, at best, a small fraction of the things I saw and experienced. My friends know almost none of it. I suppose I have shared with my loved ones based on what I knew their tolerance level to be. Most dont believe in any of it, so telling them wouldn't really be productive.
Sometimes I still don't know how to tell people about the things I see and hear, but I am more open now than I used to be, even though I still get strange looks sometimes. It's just my crazy life.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Visions
My vision yesterday during meditation was extremely powerful and it was just a simple shape, but the implications of the shape were really mind blowing. We had been discussing the human DNA strand and that it is comprised of hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen and carbon. Three parts gas to represent the formless part of self, the higher self or source, and one part carbon given from the earth to give us form. I found the idea fascinating and it resonated with such profound truth that I found it was the focal point of my meditation without my intention.
We began doing a very interesting and soothing breathing exercise that started to warm me up substantially right away. The room was already warm, so it didn't take long before this became another "sauna" meditation, complete with sweat and everything. We did a breathing exercise from the crown down the front and back up the back in and out of each chakra with three revolutions total. As I got into the third revolution of breathing, it started to cool off as I began to be less and less aware of my physical body. As we finished the last revolution, we began breathing in through the crown and out through the root, back and forth seven times. When we began this, I began to see a geometric shape. I saw a pyramid with three spheres on the bottom connected to one sphere at the top. They were all connected to a glowing white sphere that sat perfectly in the middle. I sat and looked at this beautiful shape for quite a while, just marveling at it. I really had no idea it's relevance at first, only that it resonated very deep within me that his object was important in some way.
As it started to spin and move in front of me, I examined it further. I realized that the four spheres on the outside of the pyramid represented he four elements we were discussing. The one at the top was red-carbon, and at the bottom were blue-hydrogen, green-nitrogen and white-oxygen. I realized the glowing white sphere in the middle was a fifth element. A new addition to our DNA structure.
When or meditation was done, we all went outside to cool off and I told Bart about the vision I had had. He chuckled and said, "The fifth element is love." I sent him the image I had seen as I told him about it and it sparked a pleasantly unexpected outdoor standing meditation. We were shown the tree of life with it's glowing fruit and ate from it. It was great to finally do a guided standing meditation.
Last week I had another great vision. We were doing breathing to expand our awareness and I found myself viewing 7 galaxies in front of me in a descending spiral staircase formation. Bart was naming off different colors and as he did, I saw stars light up in those galaxies that matched the color he mentioned. When he got to white, everything lit up with white fire. It was amazing. What made it even better was that this was all during an open eye meditation.
We spent a lot of time talking about standing and open-eye meditations yesterday. It's interesting that some of my best meditations have been either open eye or standing or both. And interestingly enough, meditating in the shower has given me some of my most vivid and profound experiences. My first nervi kalpi samadhi experience that I had without someone facilitating it was in the shower. I asked what it felt like to go all the way out while standing and I was shown. What was to follow was a life changing experience. I was allowed to feel and understand christ's consciousness.
What I felt defies words, but I'll do my best. It was only 15-20 secs in our time that I was gone, but what I experienced was a remembering of Jesus' entire ministry, or at least many key points. The energy felt like a giant lightning rod going through the center of me from top to bottom. This energy pulsed trough me and I was finding it hard not to gasp and laugh. I saw and felt his presence, I experienced him speaking to huge crowds of people and manifesting food and healing sick and raising dead. There were also scenes of him praying and talking to his desciples. I felt the connection he had to god, to source, to al that is. It was beautiful. I started to observe the experience further and I realized that he was speaking telepathically to these people. It didn't matter how far away they were or what language they spoke, thousands of people could hear and understand him simultaneously. It was a very cool revelation to me to know that Jesus Christ used telepathy on a huge scale when he communicated to people.
Tonight was pretty amazing, we worked directly on telepatic communication. My blog got erased earlier before I had to leave for meditation and I wasn't sure of why. Of course now it occurs to me that the part that was deleted was all about telepathy. Well last week our homework was to think of something we'd like to do or experience and I said I'd love to work on telepathy. Tonight being the advanced class, it's not much of a wonder that everyone was all for that experience. We began working on receiving. He held his hand in the air and asked us what color we saw. What I saw started out colorless, then went to a white, then it began to turn blue and slowly change to indigo. Basically what happened is, Bart initially projected a white-yellow sphere of light, but as we looked at it, our collective took over and we began to change it to a blue color. Richard told us he wanted very much to see blue and that perhaps he was projecting it, which made perfect sense to me.
That established that we were all receivers, so now the question was, were we able to send as well? Then we began to discuss the nature of telepathy and how to send information. We got to talking about how we are able to talk to angels and how that is the most pure form of telepatic communication. We also talked about how a persons openness and willingness to participate and believe in it will dictate their ability to experience it.
Then we got on the subject of different kinds of spiritual entities and Wanda shared with us that she would see this apparition in her friend's house while she was staying there. She kept sending light out but it kept coming back and she wondered why. I told her that it was an impression and not really an intelligent haunting. Bart looked at her and asked if she knew what I meant and she said no. He began to explain to her that it was not something that was of thought form, it was more like a thermal image. That's why when you bring white light to a house, it will dissipate the image by raising the auric frequncy of the area. Ellen said she was still having trouble understanding and I jumped in and told her that it was like amprint on reality. I told her there's some sort of emotional attachment that these people had to this specific place and they seem to be stuck there on a loop. That's typically why those types of apparitions are seen exclusively in one area of a house or one room of a building, or even the whole structure. Their energetic attraction to that place bound a part of their energy there. They dont respond or stray from their set pattern.
I got a little carried away and forgot that Ellen presented me with a language barrier, so Bart stepped in to give her a slower version. Then we spoke of negative entities with attachment and demons and how to overcome those sorts of obstacles. Bart talked about how it must be that persons will that they receive help with the entity or spirit before anything could be done. Richard then asked if there were a way to do the opposite of sharing thoughts, a way to keep someone out. Bart told him the best method is to think of something other than what you wanted the other person to know. Then I blurted out, "He's talking about a psi field" and Bart just got this massive grin on his face and and nodded, but never really said anything. He continued to answer questions and I sent him "What about the psi field" and out loud he replied "I'm not going into that, we dont have the time." I just laughed and said ok.
It's late so I'll be going to sleep now. Much more on telepathic communication to come in the future, you can count on it.
We began doing a very interesting and soothing breathing exercise that started to warm me up substantially right away. The room was already warm, so it didn't take long before this became another "sauna" meditation, complete with sweat and everything. We did a breathing exercise from the crown down the front and back up the back in and out of each chakra with three revolutions total. As I got into the third revolution of breathing, it started to cool off as I began to be less and less aware of my physical body. As we finished the last revolution, we began breathing in through the crown and out through the root, back and forth seven times. When we began this, I began to see a geometric shape. I saw a pyramid with three spheres on the bottom connected to one sphere at the top. They were all connected to a glowing white sphere that sat perfectly in the middle. I sat and looked at this beautiful shape for quite a while, just marveling at it. I really had no idea it's relevance at first, only that it resonated very deep within me that his object was important in some way.
As it started to spin and move in front of me, I examined it further. I realized that the four spheres on the outside of the pyramid represented he four elements we were discussing. The one at the top was red-carbon, and at the bottom were blue-hydrogen, green-nitrogen and white-oxygen. I realized the glowing white sphere in the middle was a fifth element. A new addition to our DNA structure.
When or meditation was done, we all went outside to cool off and I told Bart about the vision I had had. He chuckled and said, "The fifth element is love." I sent him the image I had seen as I told him about it and it sparked a pleasantly unexpected outdoor standing meditation. We were shown the tree of life with it's glowing fruit and ate from it. It was great to finally do a guided standing meditation.
Last week I had another great vision. We were doing breathing to expand our awareness and I found myself viewing 7 galaxies in front of me in a descending spiral staircase formation. Bart was naming off different colors and as he did, I saw stars light up in those galaxies that matched the color he mentioned. When he got to white, everything lit up with white fire. It was amazing. What made it even better was that this was all during an open eye meditation.
We spent a lot of time talking about standing and open-eye meditations yesterday. It's interesting that some of my best meditations have been either open eye or standing or both. And interestingly enough, meditating in the shower has given me some of my most vivid and profound experiences. My first nervi kalpi samadhi experience that I had without someone facilitating it was in the shower. I asked what it felt like to go all the way out while standing and I was shown. What was to follow was a life changing experience. I was allowed to feel and understand christ's consciousness.
What I felt defies words, but I'll do my best. It was only 15-20 secs in our time that I was gone, but what I experienced was a remembering of Jesus' entire ministry, or at least many key points. The energy felt like a giant lightning rod going through the center of me from top to bottom. This energy pulsed trough me and I was finding it hard not to gasp and laugh. I saw and felt his presence, I experienced him speaking to huge crowds of people and manifesting food and healing sick and raising dead. There were also scenes of him praying and talking to his desciples. I felt the connection he had to god, to source, to al that is. It was beautiful. I started to observe the experience further and I realized that he was speaking telepathically to these people. It didn't matter how far away they were or what language they spoke, thousands of people could hear and understand him simultaneously. It was a very cool revelation to me to know that Jesus Christ used telepathy on a huge scale when he communicated to people.
Tonight was pretty amazing, we worked directly on telepatic communication. My blog got erased earlier before I had to leave for meditation and I wasn't sure of why. Of course now it occurs to me that the part that was deleted was all about telepathy. Well last week our homework was to think of something we'd like to do or experience and I said I'd love to work on telepathy. Tonight being the advanced class, it's not much of a wonder that everyone was all for that experience. We began working on receiving. He held his hand in the air and asked us what color we saw. What I saw started out colorless, then went to a white, then it began to turn blue and slowly change to indigo. Basically what happened is, Bart initially projected a white-yellow sphere of light, but as we looked at it, our collective took over and we began to change it to a blue color. Richard told us he wanted very much to see blue and that perhaps he was projecting it, which made perfect sense to me.
That established that we were all receivers, so now the question was, were we able to send as well? Then we began to discuss the nature of telepathy and how to send information. We got to talking about how we are able to talk to angels and how that is the most pure form of telepatic communication. We also talked about how a persons openness and willingness to participate and believe in it will dictate their ability to experience it.
Then we got on the subject of different kinds of spiritual entities and Wanda shared with us that she would see this apparition in her friend's house while she was staying there. She kept sending light out but it kept coming back and she wondered why. I told her that it was an impression and not really an intelligent haunting. Bart looked at her and asked if she knew what I meant and she said no. He began to explain to her that it was not something that was of thought form, it was more like a thermal image. That's why when you bring white light to a house, it will dissipate the image by raising the auric frequncy of the area. Ellen said she was still having trouble understanding and I jumped in and told her that it was like amprint on reality. I told her there's some sort of emotional attachment that these people had to this specific place and they seem to be stuck there on a loop. That's typically why those types of apparitions are seen exclusively in one area of a house or one room of a building, or even the whole structure. Their energetic attraction to that place bound a part of their energy there. They dont respond or stray from their set pattern.
I got a little carried away and forgot that Ellen presented me with a language barrier, so Bart stepped in to give her a slower version. Then we spoke of negative entities with attachment and demons and how to overcome those sorts of obstacles. Bart talked about how it must be that persons will that they receive help with the entity or spirit before anything could be done. Richard then asked if there were a way to do the opposite of sharing thoughts, a way to keep someone out. Bart told him the best method is to think of something other than what you wanted the other person to know. Then I blurted out, "He's talking about a psi field" and Bart just got this massive grin on his face and and nodded, but never really said anything. He continued to answer questions and I sent him "What about the psi field" and out loud he replied "I'm not going into that, we dont have the time." I just laughed and said ok.
It's late so I'll be going to sleep now. Much more on telepathic communication to come in the future, you can count on it.
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