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Apr 26, 2011 4:22:29 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on Apr 26, 2011 4:22:29 GMT -6
"Viewing" is the term I use to describe the action of psi in both my objective and subjective experience. I stay as far away from "psychic abilities" as I can, because there is such a gross misunderstanding of what is essentially an attribute of the mind rampant that the reality of psi is lost in the noise. It's not a power, or even an ability. It just is, much like consciousness and awareness is.
I could describe my experience with psi in any number of ways, but perhaps the following is best. It "originates" within the mysterious expanse of the mind itself, beyond the imaginary limits it imposes upon the conscious. As I learned and experienced firsthand some time ago, the conscious is nothing more than "a little window" looking out upon a landscape far too vast for that tiny portal to perceive. The conscious level is nothing but a shadow realm of routines and programs installed by the mind in order to enforce such fluid attachments as identity and self volition.
It's pretty much a trick. A clever play of lighting. That's all. The conscious has nothing to do whatsoever with psi. It simply gets in the way, especially when someone is completely immersed in the illusion of self and identity that is the primary directive of the conscious.
Telepathy is not "mind reading," as I learned. It is a sympathetic symbiosis of minds "attuned" to one another...think of a radio tuned in to a particular frequency, and you'll begin to get the idea. In communication, two radios cannot exchange information unless both are tuned to the exact same frequency. While this is a vast simplification of psi as it is expressed in telepathy, it is nevertheless an accurate depiction. My final word on telepathy would be thus: it is communication as it was meant to be.
There is a deliberate calibration involved that permits such communication to take place. As it is a far, far superior communication experience compared to everything we have experienced in our lives, there is no room for lies, illusions, misunderstandings, and whatnot. It is a complete and utter transference of everything, with no time for "lag." It's instantaneous.
My first concrete experience with transference of this kind occurred in my childhood. I found that I was able to "view" animals such as dogs by attuning (or calibrating) myself to them. I suppose another way of putting that would be "familiarizing" myself with the animal. I would study them for a brief period of time, and then found that I "knew" them so well, I knew what they were feeling and experiencing. I could "feel" what they were going to do and wanted to do.
Dogs readily accept calibration: I've never met a dog that was not willing. Other animals, such as cats, seem to resist and evade calibration more persistently. This is not to say it is impossible - one can calibrate themselves to any mind, no matter how basic or convoluted it might appear to be on the surface. It only becomes "impossible" if the mind in question keeps changing itself whenever calibration begins, effectively creating a shield that serves as a barrier to telepathy. Cats do this to a limited degree.
Again, this is something that can be seen in the mundane example of radio communications. A "secure" network is created by encrypting transmissions and hopping across the frequencies of the bandwith rigorously. The exact same thing can be done with the mind...and no, I am not referring to the conscious. The conscious, as you will recall, is not the mind. It is something the mind creates as a portal for awareness.
My experiences with psi and animals is far too extensive to detail fully here. It's not that animals are "psychic;" rather, it is that they are rather simple to calibrate, and seek this out when meeting. I have experienced psi transference with dogs, cats, birds, reptiles, and horses. The most complete and compelling transference occurred between myself and those animals who were my close companions.
An example: I was walking along with my dog. We passed by a friend who was doing some landscaping. He enjoyed playing tug of war with my dog (he was a huge canine), and this day found him standing close to a plot of earth he had tilled and seeded with shoots of plants. He called my dog to him for a tug of war match.
I warned him: "he's going to jump in the middle of your budding garden. Don't do it." His response was nah...why the heck would he do that? There was nothing to worry about, he said.
I released him from the lead as requested, and watched as he jumped up and sailed through the air, landing squarely in the middle of his wanna-be garden. No surprise to me, because I had already "seen" this happen. It was what he wanted to do.
The same has occurred with people. More on that later. My time is up for now.
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Apr 26, 2011 9:42:08 GMT -6
Post by paulette on Apr 26, 2011 9:42:08 GMT -6
Interesting thread bewildered. I am reading a Marion Zimmer Bradley Novel (Exile of Sharra) - she has always written well re telepathic attunement and the need to learn to focus this form of communication.
My husband thinks that I can control the weather. Whenever we go on an outdoor trip (rock hunting), even if it is raining or supposed to rain I set about visualizing and requesting passage. Because I am simple I do it simply - I imagine the lower winds as shepherds whose domain is the air above me and the clouds that form in it. I imagine the fuzzy gray rain clouds as sheep, that are moved to "graze"/water the land below from place to place. Sometimes the flock is so vast that it is extremely unlikely to get a break. But yesterday it was forcasted to rain and in fact when we set out there were drops on the windshield. I ASKED not demanded nor attempted to manipulate anything through spell or whatever. What usually happens is that nothing happens right away. But soon enough there is blue sky over us. As we leave, the rain begins again. This happens so frequently that its usual for us. I cannot manifest money; I can perhaps attune to finding rocks and minerals and I have dowsed water. One day after being soaked on a rock trip (with fog to boot) our guide said, "Well, you didn't get the sun you hoped for." At that moment a pearly sun burned through and lit up the area we were in. (I take that as a sign of humor in the universe.)
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Apr 26, 2011 20:22:06 GMT -6
Post by skywalker on Apr 26, 2011 20:22:06 GMT -6
Veeeerrrry interesting BW. I never thought about deliberately trying to tune into animals. I think I may sometimes do it subconsciously without trying to. I can usually just look at an animal and know what it is feeling. I do sometimes make a little bit of a connection with bees also. I'm not sure why I do that either since normally I hate bugs. It just depends on what mood I'm in. I think I might give the animal thing a try. Next time I am out running and a big vicious dog comes charging out and is about to put the chomps on my leg I will see if I can talk him out of it without having to beat the doggie-doo out of him. I'm still not sure why you are so opposed to using the term "psychic abilities." I use the term to describe things that the mind is able to do above and beyond the normal level of thinking, dreaming, processing information and controlling bodily functions. It's an easy way to describe characteristics that would otherwise be inexplicable. It's kind of like using the word "God" or "Creator" to describe the incomprehensible force that designed the universe. It just puts it in a way that is easier for people to understand. I think it's probably more a matter of convenience than anything.
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Apr 26, 2011 22:19:38 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2011 22:19:38 GMT -6
Bewildered, I agree with most of what you posted. I have just been unable to put it into words as well as you seem to be able to.
I have confused other psychic and telepaths because they always say the same thing when they try to read my mind. "It's blank!"
And I always smile and say, "If it was blank, I wouldn't be speaking then, would I be?" followed by a laugh.
The person who is being read has to be open to that idea. The person has to trust the other person in order to "open up" their mind to the other. This is from my personal experience.
Not all dogs are open to another telepath. Most are... but others... for example my best friend's dog who has been traumatized and abused by his previous owner... is not.
What I do to shield or block is not changing the frequencies. What I do is I create a "blank" space, and divert the probing psychic's "tendril" into this blank space. There is a way out, but there is no way in (to my mind), so to speak. It works quite well. A "psuedo mind" if you will. An empty entryway with no visible door to the inside of the house.
It works wonders, and keeps people from spying on me... although sometimes one will find a way in, in which case I divert their mind into a rapidly spinning and confusing spiral until they leave. Another defense mechanism I have devised.
But then again, I am not trained in these mind powers. I am, what other psychics refer to as "feral". I taught myself apparently... but who knows. Perhaps the Greys taught me and I just don't remember.
~shrug~
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Apr 27, 2011 8:53:45 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2011 8:53:45 GMT -6
She's a favorite author of mine Paulette I think we're all born with the 'abilities' aforementioned. I think our childhood experiences have much to do with the development. I was a lonely child..actually no..I was an alone child most of the time, not lonely. Parents absorbed in their own battles..siblings much to much older to associate with the kid so no one bothered my active imagination..no one was there to tell me how I needed to think and process information. I 'bond' with horses best then dogs and recently..I can add cats to the list.... all of my children and I have an understanding with animals. I wouldn't have thought it but my youngest son has this connection with his boa constrictors and it's downright creepy to watch. I have natural shields to protect from 'darker' influence and I think I was given that as a child as protection. We're all different in this big place..we're all supposed to be. What is a mystery to some is basic to others. If mom and dad are on top of it structuring baby from day one..baby probably won't evolve any 'extra' talents..unless mom and dad have. Maybe they will grow up to be scientists who demand proof LOL. It's a nice article..good to know like minded. ;D
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Apr 28, 2011 8:07:30 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on Apr 28, 2011 8:07:30 GMT -6
The "catch" concerning external manipulation and control is simple. We internalize it. We do the controlling for the external source. We become the agents of our misfortune, our own delusions, and ultimately, our bondage to linear thinking and the "narrowing" of awareness to the conscious construct.
It is also not simple at all, to add paradox to the reality of the situation. Shields are only effective when they exist as a means of camouflage against telepathic predators, utilized by one already aware and effectively immune to the external control scheme. No amount of "still mind" can do any good when your desires, thoughts, and "self volition" buy into the controlling scheme.
I use quotes regarding self volition above because that is simply an illusion to one who buys into the external control scheme. One thinks they exercise free will when in reality, they are merely following the "routines of the machine." That is the point, and why the external control is so insidiously effective. You don't know, because you have not viewed it from an external vantage point.
When I saw it, it changed me completely. Viewing from an external vantage point is impossible to the conscious model and the linear system, because the dissonance drives awareness back "into" that tiny little window of the conscious. It threatens the programs of identity and self established and enforced by the conscious, and so they are studiously avoided.
I bypassed this barrier years ago by smashing down my ego, over and over again. The ego is the primary obstacle one faces in this process of viewing. It might not make sense to most, but the very fabric of one's perceived existence is precisely what prevents the imagery and input of the mind from being accessed. You catch glimpses of it in dreams...or perhaps once in a while stumble upon fragments in meditation. The imagery itself is more real and tangible than the "flesh and blood" existence...but the conscious distorts, warps, and otherwise confuses the experience.
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Apr 29, 2011 10:13:17 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on Apr 29, 2011 10:13:17 GMT -6
I've written before, on the old forum and elsewhere, about Elohim. It's very difficult to articulate because I'm aware of the massive amount of "front-loading" that exists regarding anything remotely related to this. Perhaps I should state what Elohim is not: - Elohim is not aliens
- Elohim is not a "benevolent" nor "malign" spirit(s), entity(ies), the "Higher Self," etc, etc.
What Elohim is: - Something I have encountered again and again in my life, from my youth to the present day
- Elohim seems to be accessible beyond the fringe of the conscious, in the realm of mind and something else entirely
- Elohim is, quite frankly, beyond my ability to describe adequately with words
I don't have much time right now, but I'll elaborate on this. Elohim has had much to do with breaking down my ego and leading me to places where I learned how to view from external vantage points. This is interesting...because as I stated, they are not necessarily "benevolent"...and I realize that the very concept and idea is our own and an invention of the conscious model. True help and aid arrives in a form we would likely reject as cruel, harsh, unreasoning, or simply crazy.
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Apr 29, 2011 15:22:46 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2011 15:22:46 GMT -6
I presume what you mean by Elohim is that little thought in the back of your head that tells you, "Don't walk that way, walk over that way!" which I have experienced before. I then found out later that someone had been mugged at gunpoint on the path I was about to take.
Some of the "messages" I have received have been harsh, illogical and simply crazy... but most of them have turned out to be very accurate in understanding what is going on around me... and also who is/are around me.
I hope I'm understanding you... which is why I am posting this inquiry.
~insert question mark
I agree that the ego is a horrible thing that gets in the way of understanding other people. Thankfully, my ego has been crushed by others already so I didn't have to do that to myself as you have had to do bewildered.
One needs an ego in order to get along with other human beings though. Especially in the work place. I have discovered that being an ego-less self-less person only serves to allow others to victimize me... primarily because I am a female. Ridding oneself completely of the pesky "Ego" can be dangerous and damaging IMO. I speak from years of personal experience.
Displaying the lack of an ego exhibits itself as a sign of weakness. The ego has its uses and is necessary at times.
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Apr 29, 2011 16:51:30 GMT -6
Post by casper on Apr 29, 2011 16:51:30 GMT -6
Hello Lorelei. You should ask Skywalker to loan you some of his ego. He has enough for two people. You know how those Texans like to brag about everything.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2011 17:12:10 GMT -6
Hello Lorelei. You should ask Skywalker to loan you some of his ego. He has enough for two people. You know how those Texans like to brag about everything. Good idea Casper... Yea... and everything's bigger in Texas... except everything in Alaska is even BIGGER! After all... we ARE the BIGGEST state of the union. ~smirk~
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2011 19:36:13 GMT -6
I know Bewildered, that clever as you are..you're aware that Elohim is a Hebrew word for God..singular..both modern and old. The word itself evokes amazing peace, to me anyway. I started a 'spiritual' thread (rather than a religious one) to try and encourage those who have had experiences like these to share them and I thank you for sharing yours
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Apr 29, 2011 20:46:38 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on Apr 29, 2011 20:46:38 GMT -6
I know Bewildered, that clever as you are..you're aware that Elohim is a Hebrew word for God..singular..both modern and old. The word itself evokes amazing peace, to me anyway. I started a 'spiritual' thread (rather than a religious one) to try and encourage those who have had experiences like these to share them and I thank you for sharing yours Yes, Jo, I learned that later on. The exchange has been interesting, to say the least. Some of my experiences included other people besides myself who were interacting with Elohim while I was...but my reference was apparently different than theirs during the experience, as confusing as that may sound. Consider this illustration: your mother is speaking, and you have always known her as "mom." You hear her as your mother. Other people in the same room with you hear her as well; only to them, she is someone else entirely. She might be "Mrs. Jo" to them. Different name and impression (and thus different frame of reference), but the same person. To the others, they were hearing "God" while I was experiencing Elohim. It was a "voice" I had heard for most of my life. I found the contrast somewhat confusing and disturbing. It was a taste of how our minds filter and distort everything. These experiences had a religious connotation for them. They did not for me. I didn't view it that way, and never had. Elohim was not concerned with names, images, or conventions. There was only the message.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2011 3:59:25 GMT -6
I know Bewildered, that clever as you are..you're aware that Elohim is a Hebrew word for God..singular..both modern and old. The word itself evokes amazing peace, to me anyway. I started a 'spiritual' thread (rather than a religious one) to try and encourage those who have had experiences like these to share them and I thank you for sharing yours I like how you answered the question I posed by not addressing me, but Bewildered. I also like the way you state that he is clever, which implies that I am not. Just because I am not educated in the terminology of different religions and spirituality does not mean I am not clever. Thanks a lot Jo. I appreciate that immensely.
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Apr 30, 2011 10:56:26 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on Apr 30, 2011 10:56:26 GMT -6
I presume what you mean by Elohim is that little thought in the back of your head that tells you, "Don't walk that way, walk over that way!" which I have experienced before. I then found out later that someone had been mugged at gunpoint on the path I was about to take. Not exactly, though I have certainly experienced what you are describing. I would say that is more precognition than anything else. I've experienced that in different ways. There was the vague "feeling" that something rather ugly was going to happen one night when I went out to the local town with a friend when I was living in Germany many years ago (mid 80s). It was powerful; I suggested to my friend that we don't go. We went anyway (the story of my life - I never believe myself). On the strassbahn (streetcar) someone pulled a gun and shot another passenger in an adjoining car. We went to a bar after that particular wild ride, and my friend ran afoul of some foreign nationals in the restroom. They busted him up a bit, splitting his lip wide open. We had to go the hospital on the military base to get him stitched up. I kicked myself. I knew something was going to happen. Then there was the recent experience of making a right turn on the highway near where I live. As I made the turn, I "saw" myself a few hundred yards ahead. A car suddenly pulled out in front of me from being parked along the side of the street. I snapped back to where I "was" after making the turn. I slowed down a bit and kept an eye out for the event. Sure enough, the car in my vision jumped out directly in front of me. I was able to avoid an accident because I had adjusted my speed beforehand, and was able to react in time. Discussing Elohim is very difficult. First, there is the question of how I perceive Elohim. It? Them? Try both...that can be tough to wrap your head around. Elohim has had nothing to do with immediate concerns. They instead have been concerned with something far "greater" going on, something that for the most part is veiled and invisible to my conscious. Their involvement has always surfaced when I arrived at critical points in probability. One such event: I held a gun to my head. Another: I could pursue a career making six figures or more a year...or give everything up and move out to the woods with nothing but the clothes on my back and a duffel bag. I chose the latter. I found the pearl of great price. I paid everything for it. There is no mistaking the "presence" of Elohim. It typically accompanies an altered state of awareness - transcendental, perhaps. Many years ago, I used to call this "fire" because of how I suddenly became aware of nuances of reality I typically didn't notice otherwise. Everything would change in my perception. I would see people differently. In an inexplicable fashion, I would see people as they should be. There is no way I can successfully describe that to you or anyone else, for it is something that you must experience for yourself. In the squalor and pettiness of life as we think we know it, there is a shining jewel of dazzling, unearthly beauty that is the reality of what we are. It is buried beneath the delusion of our condition. You are mistaking egocentricity with the identity feature of the conscious. Egocentricity is blindness, pure and simple, for we reject objective reality and adhere to our own internal, subjective "world" as reality does not gratify us immediately, make us feel important or special, smart or even brilliant. This is not only a glaring weakness, but it is also the root cause of why most people are controlled so effectively by external sources. They are constitutionally incapable of perceiving reality by their own choice. They don't want to embrace the fact that they are wrong 99% of the time, are not that special or important, and are not that smart or brilliant. They don't want to face the stark reality that they are slaves to their own emotional states. The only only way "out" is to accept what reality reflects, and not what we imagine or want to believe.
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Apr 30, 2011 15:12:46 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2011 15:12:46 GMT -6
Lorelei..I apologize..I didn't realize you were talking to me.. I only meant to address what Bewildered was saying..and I assumed you were also giving your opinion of what he was saying. I was (I thought) doing the same). So when I said that he was clever I wasn't implying you weren't..I guess what I was doing was bypassing your post and Caspers..and I apologize for that. What Bewildered was saying about his experience was what I was addressing..I'm sorry I jumped over yours..please forgive. From time to time Bewildered shares his 'spiritual' insights and I find them interesting...Sorry. I'm sorry too for misunderstanding your intention. I had just spent 8 hours working with an idiot who was arguing with me and being stupid to me all night and was not in the best of moods to begin with. This is why I called in sick again today. Today is his last day. ~hugs~ I'm sorry too.
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May 1, 2011 10:53:02 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 1, 2011 10:53:02 GMT -6
I'll share an experience that I revealed on the old forum. I called it "The Angel on the Hill," and it's an example of the kind of experiences I underwent during a certain period of my life where "I gave everything up and moved out to the woods." Don't mistake that to mean that I went to live the life of a hermit, because that was not the case. I joined a group of people who - at the time anyway - were doing exactly what I was doing. We were all disillusioned with the lies and carnival madhouse mirrors that constituted "life as we know it." Naturally, people arrived there from different backgrounds and experiences. Of 200 adults, all but one arrived there searching for religious answers. They wanted to find "God," and knew that religion didn't have the answers they sought. Most had sought in vain for many years. I was the anomaly, and the one who showed up with no religious background or inclinations. I hadn't searched for years. My journey had been relatively swift compared to the rest. When I first encountered these people, I could feel Elohim very strongly in their midst. It was greater than anything I had experienced before. Even the young children moved in the "fire"...a three year old boy amazed me with his depth and astounded me when he spoke things that Elohim breathed on the wind. I doubt I'll ever be able (or even willing) to recount the years I spent there. What happened shattered me. It was this shattering that resulted in a change: a change that enabled me to view externally what I could only once internalize. One evening found me brooding and despondent. What was the point of perpetually being wrong about absolutely everything? A dog was more trustworthy than I was. I kept finding myself in situations where I the reality was quite clear: I really had no clue. I walked around immersed in my own little dreamworld, a place where things were as I wanted them to be, and not as they really were. I was constantly reminded of this in every little detail of every single day. It was overwhelming. Elohim spoke in the images of my mind (as it usually does). Go to the hill, and meet my angel. "The hill" in this case was a large hill on the corner of the property where we all lived. I liked to go there and reflect. Usually people only went there when they were deeply troubled. I went there often. It was so dark, I could barely discern my hand in front of my face. Since I knew the land well, I didn't need a flashlight to find my way up the hill. I knew every gully and tree root. When I approached the summit, someone called out of the darkness. "Who's there?" they asked. I knew who this was, and replied with a greeting. We all knew one another very well. I knew this fellow who, like myself, was often troubled. We got along well since he had a sarcastic, dry sense of humor, and was not beyond laughing at himself. I engaged in that often. "What are you doing up here?" he asked. I replied that I wasn't sure...what was he doing here? "Well, God told me to come up here, and meet someone who he wanted me to meet. He needs something." It's interesting how things changed. It was quite dark outside, but in my memory I see him quite clearly, almost as if it were an overcast day. "That would be you," he said. He produced a horn full of scented, herbal oil. "God wants me to anoint you." He also produced a long bundle of something, wrapped in cloth. He unwrapped it, revealing a very long, curving Kudu horn shofar. It looked like this: view the image here. (unlike the one on that link, mine was an actual antelope horn, an authentic shofar) "This is yours. Not everyone can have one, but it is meant for you."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2011 11:45:04 GMT -6
Your experience was amazing Bewildered..thank you for sharing it. I've had a few that made changes enough that I can't go back to old ways of thinking but I also don't feel forward movement either..for the present. If we really 'listen' with heart instead of ears and head..I'm sure that means I'm where I need to be..until further notice ;D Sometimes..it's not about us..it's about someone else we will influence and if we're still lugging around ego..that one's kind of hard. At any rate..I kind of would have liked to meet the Bewildered before the transitions..so to see the difference it's made
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Post by bewildered on May 1, 2011 21:26:53 GMT -6
Your experience was amazing Bewildered..thank you for sharing it. I've had a few that made changes enough that I can't go back to old ways of thinking but I also don't feel forward movement either..for the present. If we really 'listen' with heart instead of ears and head..I'm sure that means I'm where I need to be..until further notice ;D Sometimes..it's not about us..it's about someone else we will influence and if we're still lugging around ego..that one's kind of hard. At any rate..I kind of would have liked to meet the Bewildered before the transitions..so to see the difference it's made I find that if I focus on the present, everything else takes care of itself. It also helps to remember that I can only control myself, and nothing else. It's amazing how liberating that can be, when one realizes that what will happen, will happen. It's the exact opposite of how most are reared and programmed to think. There is a great deal of anxiety and fear programmed into the conscious. The "secret," if there actually is one, is not that there is some vast conspiracy afoot. The secret is simple: we do it to ourselves. Why be afraid of that which you cannot control? I learned some things in those places where there was nothing but myself, the wind, the trees, hawks, and coyotes that emerged to create a ruckus after nightfall. I learned how to work with my hands. An old man taught me how to actually see the trees and the wood I wanted to work with. Some people see a tree. I learned how to see much, much more. I saw my idea and concept of a tree. I compared it to the living thing I could touch, taste, smell, and hear. I discovered that in the living limbs and branches, a design was apparent. I studied the leaves and the area surrounding the tree. I saw how it grew amongst the others. Did it dominate? Was it part of a number of its kind, or did it stand alone? My favorite tree - the Hickory - often stood alone. Not surprising, for within its limbs is a vast amount of power...the stored energy of the sun. All trees do this, in varying degrees. Those who grow more slowly (but steadily), such as the hardwoods, store incredible amounts of the sun's energy in their limbs. This is expressed in science as BTU (British Thermal Unit): the amount of energy required to heat one pound of water from 39 degrees F to 40 degrees F. For years, a tree was nothing more than an idea and concept in my mind. I began to discover that such a thing was in fact the norm: I moved through existence dwelling in what was essentially a shadow world of my own imagination. I didn't know people; I only interacted with the image of them in my mind. Thus, I learned how we might think we know someone, even for many years; then one day, find out that we never did at all. I honestly can't tell you what I was "like" before. I learned some things. That's the difference between me now and then.
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Here in Ramona are some of the loveliest, old oak trees you could imagine..you can just feel the energy in them. Even as a child I loved those huge trees I think that the important day..is today..and being the best person I can be today. Tomorrow will arrive in plenty of time and yesterday is beyond influence. I don't think we have that much time to wait.
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May 2, 2011 10:53:53 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 2, 2011 10:53:53 GMT -6
Here in Ramona are some of the loveliest, old oak trees you could imagine..you can just feel the energy in them. Even as a child I loved those huge trees I think that the important day..is today..and being the best person I can be today. Tomorrow will arrive in plenty of time and yesterday is beyond influence. I don't think we have that much time to wait. When you think about it, there is only "today." There is something I saw, once, in an out of body experience. I sat at a table with an older man. Upon the table was a large book, laying open and positioned facing me. I have no idea who this man was supposed to be...only that he was my teacher, and I was his student. He was showing me something that was playing out across the pages of the open book. It was a star, dynamic and alive, blazing and radiating throughout the universe. Everything around us and the table was constantly changing and shifting; we were in a room one moment, and on a strange field the next. Sometimes there were people walking around us, and other times there wasn't. The only constant was myself, my teacher, and the very strange and odd book. There was text on the pages, but it constantly shifted, almost like flowing water. The image of the star was somehow alive and in motion. I should explain a duality here. I am sharing what my conscious interpreted of this experience...and that is something he and I discussed as we sat at the table, at the same time he was teaching me about the star. He said my conscious would arrange our meeting in a fashion which it was familiar, imprinting a "chronological" order ad lending form where it was needed. The conscious would not have access to most of what he was giving to me. It was just too much to handle. The information was unbelievable. I saw the star. I saw how the star radiated, pulsed, spun, and hurtled through space. I understood that the star was a model of existence... our existence. The star was where the star reached. There was no place where the star "was" and where the star "would be." Where it radiated... there it was. There was only the veil of perception and the perpetual loop of programming. That changed everything. It created tomorrows, yesterdays, far away and nearby.
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May 2, 2011 11:50:06 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 2, 2011 11:50:06 GMT -6
I envy your experience and that star Bewildered My 'viewings' are much less pastoral and while guided, I haven't developed the necessary vision to see the guide Did you in any way prepare for this..I mean other than removing yourself from 'civilized' distraction and going into the woods? Fasting or meditating? I imagine there are several curious people here. I'm sure you were led or guided in preparation for a transition but were you aware of it going in? I suppose that's my question LOL
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Post by bewildered on May 3, 2011 5:13:53 GMT -6
I envy your experience and that star Bewildered My 'viewings' are much less pastoral and while guided, I haven't developed the necessary vision to see the guide Did you in any way prepare for this..I mean other than removing yourself from 'civilized' distraction and going into the woods? Fasting or meditating? I imagine there are several curious people here. I'm sure you were led or guided in preparation for a transition but were you aware of it going in? I suppose that's my question LOL There was no guide for me, Jo. I had the above experience years before I ever went to live with those people. I never fasted nor meditated. I simply saw things. Elohim would come to me, and I never understood why. It has always been that way. Elohim never, at any time, told me what to do; nor did they ever even suggest what I should do. The only interest Elohim seemed to have is that I see, and understand. That process was painful at times...a pain and suffering that was my own creation and doing. I saw this only later on, on the other side of my pain and suffering. I understood how unnecessary it was. Still...being rather thick headed and stubborn, I persisted, and so I suffered. The only real and tangible result of my stay out on that old farm is deceptively simple: I saw things as they really were, not as I wanted them to be. It started and ended with myself. It was the most difficult experience of my life...even agonizing at times. It took me many years afterward to emerge from it. When I started posting on the old MUFON forum, I was still within the pain and confusion. I was not finished with it yet. You may not recall, Jo, but over and over again back then, I asked why. I wanted to know why. Why? Why did I leave behind my own newspaper, something literally handed to me on my lap by a wealthy publisher? A man who threw corporate credit cards and countless perks at me, an outsider in an insular southern town where everyone else knew what everyone else was doing? I was a nobody and a nothing. Exactly how did that happen? One day, I walked into his newspaper office and agreed to fill in as the temporary administrative assistant. Two weeks later, his senior graphic artist suddenly and unexpectedly quit. Somehow, his attention was drawn to me. He found out that I could figure out how to use virtually any software application given the opportunity. Apparently, his graphic artist was "old school" and hated computers. So, he invited me upstairs and asked if I would try to straighten out some problems in the Production Department. Next thing I knew, I was the new Graphic Artist, designing all of his clients' advertising. He sent me off to seminars and conventions. We caused quite a stir in this old southern city where everyone knew what everyone else was doing. We were doing things no one else was. I used Photoshop and Illustrator to make some rather interesting ads. Business started rolling in, and the "big" newspapers started taking notice. It wasn't long before what I was doing started to be imitated. He dropped the bomb on me one day in his office. He was going to start a new magazine. After starting it up, he was going to place it directly in my hands. It would be mine. I turned my back on it, and left it all. Something was calling me. Elohim was. I chose to answer that call. Moving forward in time: I left the old farm in 2001, having spent 4 years there (I arrived in late 1997). What happened during those 4 years was more than I could endure, and more than I will ever share here or anywhere else. Things such as "The Angel on the Hill" happened frequently amongst those people. I was broken there, and Elohim was a silent witness of my agony and suffering. Elohim was silent because there was nothing to say...some things must be experienced and endured alone. It is the only way. Why? Why couldn't I be like everyone else? Everything I ever built was destroyed...everything I ever wanted was lost...and all I could see was darkness. A living, breathing, terrible darkness, a void that seemed to be infinite and bottomless, swallowing infinity to feed a hunger that knows no end. I have described this void before. While I may find words easily come to me when writing about this or that, nothing can quite capture the essence of the utterly alien yet hauntingly familiar abyss. I can only ask you to imagine a black hole in the unimaginably vast reaches of space, a region of unlight and unexistence that nothing can escape nor deny. When your eye fixates upon the abyss, you no longer see anything else. This is the nature and call of oblivion: that once you gaze into the depths, you never want to return. It is the event horizon. I have always seen the abyss, but it was not until after I left the old farm that I experienced the vision so powerfully. I encountered fear and terror, and then surpassed them. I witnessed the limit and the end of conscious thought and even myself, a fragile bubble hurtling headlong into the devourer of stars and galaxies. The Devourer...that is what it was, the end of time and space. For years I merely existed. I didn't dream, I didn't see, and I was alone. Elohim was gone. It seemed that the only reality was darkness, complete and absolute. Light was nothing but a flickering, temporary illusion. That was until I began to see again...and started experiencing the most horrific, lucid visions of my own death.
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Post by bewildered on May 3, 2011 5:43:46 GMT -6
These visions would only come now and then at first. Always they left me gasping for breath, for in each one, I was brought to the very last moment of my life by way of a violent and gruesome death.
I am rather stoic when I need to be. I endured these visions for what seemed to be forever, gritting my teeth and allowing the terror to wash over me and fade away. I was able to cope with these visions in this manner, successfully hiding what was happening from everyone...even my future wife.
There came a time, however, when the visions began to happen on a daily basis. Eventually they began to pervade much of my waking moments, coming over and over again...especially when I was driving on the highway.
One night, I found myself working very late at my job alongside someone whom I barely knew, let alone worked with. During a break, he approached me and asked for my advice about something that was troubling him greatly.
Did I think that we survived after death? Or, will we simply cease to exist? He was terrified, as he said, because he kept having these visions wherein he was seeing himself die terribly and violently. They ended when he was at the very last moment of his life.
Of course, this stranger was describing my own visions in detail. I didn't have much to say...what could I say? I remained silent. The significance was not lost on me.
Why fear that which we cannot control, or that which we do not understand or have experienced yet? It hit me as I thought about his questions to me later on that night when I was alone, for these were truly at the core of the terror and fear.
The reality was to embrace what you cannot control or understand, for fear profits a man nothing. Fear is itself death, and in fact is far, far worse than what we imagine death to be. Fear is far worse than death ever could be.
I chose to accept my end. In doing so, I was no longer afraid. Something happened when I finally saw and understood what lies beyond oblivion. The visions ended, never to return again. After so many years of dwelling in a dark place of silence, Elohim returned to me. I realized then that Elohim had never left. What I experience...what I see...what I endure...it is all for me to experience, see, and endure. It is what I must do.
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May 3, 2011 12:39:16 GMT -6
Post by skywalker on May 3, 2011 12:39:16 GMT -6
A wise man once said...
"A person who is afraid of dying is also afraid of living. Death is a part of life. When one can accept that, then one can truly live without fear."
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May 3, 2011 15:45:37 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 3, 2011 15:45:37 GMT -6
Absolutely a wise man
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Post by bewildered on May 4, 2011 1:24:58 GMT -6
Veeeerrrry interesting BW. I never thought about deliberately trying to tune into animals. I think I may sometimes do it subconsciously without trying to. I can usually just look at an animal and know what it is feeling. I do sometimes make a little bit of a connection with bees also. I'm not sure why I do that either since normally I hate bugs. It just depends on what mood I'm in. There must first be familiarity: a deliberate calibration that occurs beyond the conscious process. Without calibration (and the ability to do such a thing in the first place), the conscious can dream up any number of imaginary scenarios that to your perception can seem quite believable. See above. Good luck with that, sky. Between you, me, and the ER nurses you'll be meeting after the encounter, let it be known that I said "told you so." Calibrate. This does not infer that you can necessarily "control" anything, for that is nothing but a fanciful notion imparted to us by stories and the media. We internalize those fantasies. Sorry I didn't get around to responding to you sooner, sky. I've only popped in now and then when time permits. Dreaming is not what it seems to be. It's closer to an actual experience of the mind than most will ever encounter in their lives. It's also a great illustration of the difference between the conscious creation and the mind that created it. Think of it as removing your attention from the "little porthole" of your conscious to an unobstructed 360 degree view of the universe that the mind affords. There's much, much more to it than that, of course, but that will suffice I think. The conscious is a binary system, a computer interface designed to interact with "touching, feeling, tasting, and hearing." It is programmed by such input. It is very limited in scope and where it cannot perceive or venture, it extrapolates and ad-libs based upon previously established protocols. In other words, it "fills in the blanks." You are not your conscious, nor are you the identity your conscious is programmed with. That is nothing but a matter of convenience, a perspective that tints the glass of the little porthole window. The illusion that we are the conscious is so deeply ingrained into us all, it is nearly impossible to achieve escape velocity and depart from a gradually decaying orbit that traps us like prisoners in a narrow corridor of shadows and make-believe. I steer clear of using the baggage term "abilities" when considering the mind and psi because of the immense amount of misinformation and error saturating the idea that we possess "powers" that somehow transcend what's "normal." What's "normal" is described by most as what we see, what we feel, hear, taste, etc. Even what we think. This can all be traced to legends, myths, stories, and the media in general. Misinformation is not accurate because it contains a kernel of "truth." It is a lie because it is a misrepresentation, purposeful or not. What's "normal" is, in reality, completely screwed up and a sham to begin with. It's smoke and mirrors, a con that we program ourselves and our progeny to buy into. What people "think" and believe to be their own volition and free will is at the core a mechanical process. It is subject to external control. It's programming. The "trick" here, sky, is that the external control is internalized and owned in full by the recipient. The virus dupes the host organism into producing more of itself. People see only what they want to see. They hear only that which they wish to hear. They believe what they want to believe, and will go to any length to seek out validation of their own subjective, internal model to the exclusion of contradictory evidence offered otherwise. Some are so accomplished at tuning out the universe, they are fully consumed by their own fantasy of life and existence. Quite literally, "life is but a dream," and everyone and everything happens to be but figments of that dream. Mental simulacra of everything in the realm of perception is constructed...from people, to the world at large, to the image of self. It's the core of the human experience. Anything that contrasts with the internal, subjective world creates what is called dissonance. This friction is resisted and avoided as the cacophony of sound (dissonant chords) would weaken the firmament boundary of belief, and so it serves as a means of embedding the faulty programming more firmly into the cognitive model (this would be the conscious). How many have eyes, but don't actually see? I've spoken to people and not a word I said registered...only snatches of this and that seemed to make it through to their cognitive process. What I hear in response is telling...they are acting out their own version of our conversation, and they are speaking with their own internal model of me. This is far more common than you might think, and is not the exclusive realm of "crazy people." This is, in fact, the reality for most "normal and sane" people. Doctors...lawyers...police officers...sales clerks...kids, and their parents. Most people do it. There is something that can change everything, however. Seeing the process from an external vantage point - and accepting what you see no matter how dissonant it might be in comparison to what you have always believed - changes the rules. That is an attribute of psi. It is the mind.
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Post by bewildered on May 4, 2011 2:11:21 GMT -6
I should take the time to remind everyone of my frame of reference in what I write. I am not making an effort here to insult or demean anyone. On the contrary, absolutely everyone is more than capable of achieving "escape velocity" and viewing from an external vantage point. Once you do this, you will never be the same again. You will never be able to return to where you once were.
It is a sad facet of reality that many, many people choose not to do this. If you derive anything from what I write, that would something to consider. You do not need to be "special," "chosen," "psychic," or whatever in order to change and learn what lies beyond. Psi is not some power that you learn to use or direct. It is an attribute of mind, what you may have learned to think of as "the subconscious."
What others call the subconscious, I know as the mind. It seems vast and mysterious because we spend our energy trapped in the illusion of a little window of awareness. What others think of as the mind and the conscious, I call a creation of the mind, a cognitive computer. It is "the little window."
None of this means that the conscious is "useless" or somehow worthless garbage we can and should do without. I only mention something like this because it is one of many possible (and very probable) misunderstandings that could result from reading what I write. The conscious does indeed have a use: it is designed specifically to deal with the sensory input of touching, feeling, tasting, and hearing. It is affected and shaped by biochemical processes (emotions), and by something else, namely, the mind that created it in the first place.
Seeing the conscious and understanding what it is and what it does...plus how we fool ourselves in the process...is the point.
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Post by bewildered on May 6, 2011 2:22:50 GMT -6
I want to relate something that I saw, once, that might help share what happens when sometimes, I see as things should be, or actually are in far different place than this one.
I've already touched on "the hill." The hill overlooked most of that old farm as it sat on a strategic corner. Behind the hill was a forest of trees that continued onward beyond the property boundary and into the thousands of acres owned by a lumber company. That was where the coyotes came from - those deeper woods - and it was there, past the hill and into the tree line beyond, that I discovered a place of power.
I'm not sure how else to describe it to you. It was a clearing that centered around a large, fallen tree. It's likely that the tree fell from a lightning strike, or perhaps was ripped asunder by one of the numerous tornadoes that tore through the area every year in the Spring. Those inflicted considerable damage whenever they touched down.
Regardless of how the clearing came to be, it was a place of powerful energy. I would go there, sometimes, when I wanted the trees surrounding me. I had much to consider then. I was being broken over and over again, an example for everyone else of how not to be. I was neither angry not confused, however. I understood precisely the price I had to pay. It was this understanding that plunged my sorrow into the depths...and I understood, as well, why I was where I was. The man who was before had to die. He had to die, and another must be reborn.
It was during such a time when I looked to the hill from my clearing and spotted one of the young women dancing in the grass in the sun, making a meandering way to the springs on the other side of the hill. I saw her for but a moment as she usually "was"...and then something else happened. I was astounded by what I saw. She changed before my eyes.
I could hear music on the breeze...and the water of the underground spring nearby tinkling like countless bells. This when I felt the fire of Elohim, and the young woman was suddenly aglow with light, her features deeper, more vivid, and real than I have ever seen before. It was if the light bathed her in radiance, making her flowing, billowing skirt seem a sparkling gossamer that was one with the breeze in the summer air. I at once saw a deer in her grace...and I was so overwhelmed by the spectacle I was seeing before me, I wept for some time afterward. Everything around me was more alive than I ever thought possible...and in less than a blink of an eye, I drank in everything surrounding me. I noticed absolutely everything at the same moment.
It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen before. Words cannot do the experience justice.
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May 6, 2011 21:42:02 GMT -6
Post by skywalker on May 6, 2011 21:42:02 GMT -6
I should take the time to remind everyone of my frame of reference in what I write. I am not making an effort here to insult or demean anyone. On the contrary, absolutely everyone is more than capable of achieving "escape velocity" and viewing from an external vantage point. Once you do this, you will never be the same again. You will never be able to return to where you once were. It is a sad facet of reality that many, many people choose not to do this. If you derive anything from what I write, that would something to consider. You do not need to be "special," "chosen," "psychic," or whatever in order to change and learn what lies beyond. Psi is not some power that you learn to use or direct. It is an attribute of mind, what you may have learned to think of as "the subconscious." What others call the subconscious, I know as the mind. It seems vast and mysterious because we spend our energy trapped in the illusion of a little window of awareness. What others think of as the mind and the conscious, I call a creation of the mind, a cognitive computer. It is "the little window." None of this means that the conscious is "useless" or somehow worthless garbage we can and should do without. I only mention something like this because it is one of many possible (and very probable) misunderstandings that could result from reading what I write. The conscious does indeed have a use: it is designed specifically to deal with the sensory input of touching, feeling, tasting, and hearing. It is affected and shaped by biochemical processes (emotions), and by something else, namely, the mind that created it in the first place. Seeing the conscious and understanding what it is and what it does...plus how we fool ourselves in the process...is the point. So is the conscious our vain "attempt" to control the mind even though the mind and conscious are part of the same thing?
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Post by bewildered on May 7, 2011 2:02:17 GMT -6
So is the conscious our vain "attempt" to control the mind even though the mind and conscious are part of the same thing? The interplay is complex, sky...but I would say no, it is not. The conscious in no way has any sort of "leverage" over the mind that creates it. It is subject to the mind completely, to the point of literally being spoon fed select information. Consider dreaming, and our interpretation of it. Dreaming is a great window into the nuances of how the mind relates to its creation. What we "remember" of our dream (when we remember at all) is filtered through the lens of the conscious and the perceptions that constitute its boundaries. The mind seems to sort what imagery filters to the conscious...where the imagery is then processed by cognitive software. What is this software? Well, it's the sum total of your life's experience as coding input. This is what "programs" your conscious. It contains everything critical to your touching, feeling, tasting, and smelling existence. There is no avoiding the bias of conscious programming routines, and it is precisely this that adds a personal "slant" to everything you perceive and experience. Thus, you see the relative validity of "it's real to me." Hopefully, this makes sense. Make no mistake, the human brain is both a quantum computer and quantum portal...and from the "computer" aspect it is far, far beyond anything we can assemble ourselves. Everything around us and within us has an impact...even so, the conscious is finite and has definite boundaries. In one respect, the conscious is much like a suite of programs installed into this quantum computer. It is precisely identified with the material brain and the energy matrix and fields of the electrochemical body system. It is the interface of the mind connecting to the body. If there is a "vain attempt" involved in this terribly complicated scheme, it is how we narrow awareness to the golem of the conscious, mistakenly displacing our "core" to the illusory cradle of intellect. As long as we persist in doing that, the mind will continue to be a vast mystery beyond the limits of perception. We will occasionally catch glimpses of who (and what) we truly are in dreams. Dreams are a "window" into the mind. There's something else worthy of a little exploration. It is somewhat misleading for me to constrain what is essentially pure consciousness in the concept of "the mind." Some might think there is some sort of division of the "spirit" and the mind, when in truth both are one and the same. This is you, something far beyond the relatively silly conventions of self and identity, time, and even space. The mind is you. The conscious is a trick of the light in a large room. It's not that the conscious tries to be what it is not. It's that we should learn what the conscious is, what it is meant to do, and liberate ourselves from the bondage of our own self delusion. That's what keeps us where we are, in a nutshell.
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