Been there, done that, and will definitely try harder next time. Glimpsing the ancient transcendent vision of “life, the universe and everything” can be appallingly inspirational on many levels but remarkably difficult to communicate. Even to say “it has to be experienced”, falls far short. All language and ideation seems insufficient. One begins to see why the Buddha is smiling.
I’ve realized I am not like anyone else in my spiritual universe. It was when one of my dear friends, I call her my Mothership, who received guidance about where I am. When I am sharing from my high vibrational tower, no one else is tuned to this frequency. I’ve got to start playing on the popular stations to share my message.
Most discussions of “god” are partial, focusing on one aspect of the divinity to the exclusion of all others. Usually that aspect is the anthropomorphic one, God a person, a very wise and all knowing person, who seems to have set the universe in motion a while back and through some combination of magic and very clever science, keeps it going.
Streetlights go out when I walk under them. I get a shock when I open my car door and can see sparks of energy when I rub my hand across fabrics. Interference with electronics happens when I am excited, charged and loaded with a lot of emotional energy. Other people that share this ability report that high emotion plays a key role in their experiences too. When they are upset, angry or simply very excited, the phenomena really kicks in.
While on the journey, the inner one always unfolding, the situation, of you or the world, can seem out of whack, weighted in favor of the winners, monstrously unfair. The minuses outweighing the pluses in your own account, your faults competing with your wounds for dominance, and the chances for lasting insight, never mind enlightenment, farther than any horizon.
Over the course of my spiritual journey, I have known many friends who have come and gone. The ones who are left behind are the ones that hit that line in the sand, the thing they wouldn’t do to continue with their journey. We will all eventually face this crossroad. Is this where you will park your spirit?
Why on earth did I want to paint this picture? And maybe I should never have started it. But I did finish it. And then some very strange, unexplained things began to happen around my home seemingly centered around that painting. I cannot for the life of me explain how or why these strange things have happened.
Herrell McCray was on a spaceship going from Earth to the thriving colonies circling Betelgeuse Nine when suddenly he found himself in darkness and utter silence. McCray had no idea where he was, how he got there, or even what happened to the ship he was on for that matter. He didn’t know that he had been taken and was being studied by an alien named, Hatcher.