Post by Sowelu on Sept 2, 2006 22:41:22 GMT -5
Pyramids of Light:
Awakening to Multi-Dimensional Realities
by Meg Blackburn Losey PhD
www.planetlightworker.com/
[/b][/center]Awakening to Multi-Dimensional Realities
by Meg Blackburn Losey PhD
www.planetlightworker.com/
I KNEW THAT within me were gifts that had yet to be recognized and explored. I had hidden them from myself and others for most of my life. The only way that I would be free to embark on this new journey was to accept myself and all that I am with none of the previous perceptions that I was anything less than perfect. Somehow I knew that if I were going to learn anything at all, I had to be free of all of the encumbrances that I had allowed in my life and find the courage and the freedom to emerge from all that had kept me from soaring toward the self that longed to get free.
Basically, I had to accept the assignment of my own existence. The responsibility of this seemed immense but in actuality my acceptance became the freedom to fly.
Once I embraced myself and my new horizons my consciousness began to open quickly - much faster than I could comprehend or had anticipated. I quickly outgrew the experience and knowledge of every person who was accessible to me at that time. My reality was taking quantum leaps and there seemed to be no limitations as to how far I could go. Trying to mentally understand the exciting awareness that was growing within me only led to confusion. Worse, thinking about everything often stopped the process completely. None of the old rules applied, so I decided to give up all attempts to control my journey and, as I said at the time, "let Spirit be my teacher"
And boy, did Spirit teach me!
I continue to laughingly say that you must be careful what you ask for! From one passionate moment of asking for what I thought I needed, my life, my reality, my heart became forever changed.
In all of the experiences that followed, I realized that what I needed was nothing. I had everything. I had simply forgotten how to recognize that. All of the answers that I sought had been right there inside me all along!
My new adventure took me into realities far beyond imagination. At times what I experienced was both inconceivable and emotionally overwhelming, but I didn't stop. Instead, I asked for more!
The trick all along has been to remember that what I have gained and learned is never about me or what I have become able to do, but rather to remember that the source of my knowledge, my gifts, is much greater than me. I became a willing conduit for the greater whole.
Part of my lesson was to discover humility. In many ways, it was about setting aside my competitive nature while learning to proceed from my most secret vulnerabilities. At first I felt raw and exposed, but in a while as I became filled with what I later recognized as real unconditional love (that which is a state of grace, not an emotional experience!), I began to realize that nothing that I had ever deemed important was. My value system changed completely.
I also learned that expectations are pitfalls. When I expected an experience to be a certain way, it never was. I had to trust that whatever was next would be okay and that I would learn exactly what was needed. I learned that expectations are limitations that set up an environment for disappointment or failure.
Movement to Spirit® came about out of pure desperation to understand what was happening to me. I had begun to feel different types of energy in my hands and fingers. Living energies in my hands. Little squiggly spirals in my fingers that changed upon certain types of stimulation. Other energies that were affecting my body and I didn't know what to do with all of it.
Every day I gave myself time to explore what I was feeling, yet no answers came. I was, I felt, cosmically constipated. Nothing I could think of helped me past my state of ethereal "stuckness". One morning out of pure frustration I stood in my living room with a heart full of passion, music playing, and I begged (I know, it isn't very pretty to think about, but remember, I was desperate) for help. I begged out loud to no one in particular... "Teach me!"
With the music playing I closed my eyes and found the primary energy between my hands. I began to move my hands further apart, concentrating only on the energy. I had no expectations mostly because I had no experience with this kind of thing.
I began to move my hands apart while I concentrated on the energy between them and I naturally began to sway with the music. As I moved with the music, the energy got bigger. I could feel things stirring inside of me. I could feel that I was opening from the inside out and it felt fantastic.
And so I kept doing it. I began to push the energy away from me then pull it back, over my head and along my body, feeling the energies wash over me. I noticed that when I did, the energetic relationships both inside and around me changed. I moved the energy in other ways, and one morning, with my hands palm up and level with my hips an arc of energy flew over my head, and it was alive! The arc of energy was living, moving color. It seemed that the force that I was working with was not only real but something that I could see and control.
Excited about this inkling of progress, I set out to see what was next. I did the exercise anywhere from ten minutes to an hour each morning. I knew that seeing the living dynamics of energy was magnificent to say the least, but what good was it if I didn't know what to do with it? I wanted more.
As I worked I asked ... Ok, so I pleaded, (you have to remember that I had no one else to query!) "Show me more! How can I be of service with what I am being given..? Please! Show me more!"
And did they ever show me! Remember the old adage "be careful what you ask for"? I found out unequivocally what that means ...
I got the help I asked for but never in a way I could have expected! That morning as I explored living energy through movement and music, much to my shock and surprise, as I was going through the motions, I looked up with my etheric eyes, and there standing before me was a most beautiful being. He was a hologram. He manifested to me as a young man, but appeared to be from somewhere in distant history, an ancient one to be sure.
My guest wore robes of crimson lined and bordered with gold. He had been standing there waiting for me to notice him but I was so busy trying to get it that I nearly missed him! Of course I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw him! When I did, he disappeared. Although I had a million questions, I set them aside, doing everything in my power to preserve the state in which I had just been. I shook off my surprise, collected myself and invited him back. Amazingly, he returned.
This was the beginning of an incredible relationship.
First and foremost, I wanted to make certain that I was working with someone who was of the Light, not some trickster who might lead me astray in my process. After determining that he was of Light, I asked him what he had come to teach me. In response he began to move, just as I had been moving during my exercises with the energy. His hands filled with light in different colors and shapes, and that light was doing fantastic things ... Both the colors and intensities changed. As my holographic friend moved, the light became many things, also holographic. He proved himself a Master of the unimaginable. Some of the objects that materialized looked very solid while others were almost too unbearably bright to behold.
Understanding that this breathtaking Master had come to teach me, I began to mimic his moves. Whatever he did, I did the same. As he moved for me, with me, I began to experience within my hands similar changes in the energies that he was creating for me to see within his own hands.
Exquisite arrays of living color seemed to come alive at his silent command. Geometric shapes and combinations of shapes created of color and light appeared, changed and went. Objects seemed to materialize out of nowhere. The more I practiced, the better I felt. I began to feel as if I were glowing from the inside out.
As I followed the Master each morning, my heart opened more fully. The joy within me infiltrated every moment of every day. I had more energy than I knew what to do with. Still, I continued to do the movement exercise each morning.
This first Master did not stay for too many sessions. Quickly I was brought to another reality. One morning as magically as he came, my wonderful teacher had gone. I found that my reality had shifted to just outside a courtyard that looked like an ancient place. Cobblestones covered the ground. There was a stone archway which led into the courtyard where I could see other people milling about, but I wasn't allowed to enter. I had a sense that this was a place of learning, and was reminded of the ancient Greeks who used to gather as apprentices to the various Masters.
(In that moment I realized that holographic sight was just like my own physical sight. I was using my etheric vision, working with my eyes closed, yet if I turned my head in either direction I saw an extension of the scene that was happening in front of me. Peripheral holography! I also realized that while I was experiencing this new reality I was still conscious of my three-dimensional self. Without realizing it, I had become multi-dimensionally aware!)
My lessons in this new venue began in front of the archway. To my left there was a new Master sitting on the sideline. He was old and wizened with long silver hair and an unkempt beard that fell to his chest. His protruding belly made a perfect resting place for his chubby hands and sometimes his chin as he dozed, waiting for me to progress with the exercises that he gave. This Master felt strong and certain of himself, and not a little impatient with me. He seemed preoccupied with a myriad of otherworldly things. Between us rested a small square wooden table with inlays of malachite, azurite and other colorful stones in a strange and beautiful array of shapes and patterns. Somehow the design seemed familiar to me but I have not yet placed it ...
As I looked at him, the Master indicated for me to begin.
And so I did. I began to move in the same way that the first Master had shown me. One of the things that the first Master had often done was to bring the energy to a crescendo as he raised his hands high in front of himself. As his hands rose, the power of the light with in his hands seemed to magnify. So I did that for the new Master. I called the light into my hands and watched it come to life. Raising my arms slowly, in my heart and soul I became the energy in my hands. The light flared out and something formed in my hands ... a small carved object! It was unlike anything I had ever seen before! After examining the object, I brought it down carefully and put it on the Master's table.
He quietly (barely it seemed) acknowledged my accomplishment. I started to feel unnoticed, like a kid in class with his hand was raised and someone else was called upon for the answer ... but then I realized that this process was about my learning, not the Master's approval.
We worked together for many days as I learned how to create realities out of the energies with which I was working. I was often brought to nearly total emotional overwhelm during the time that I worked with this Master. My abilities improved toward creating changes in reality. One morning after raising my hands into the light, as I lowered them back toward myself I discovered a white dove between my hands. I could feel its warmth, its heartbeat against my palms. I could smell its dander, feel its breath as it nervously nestled between my hands. In one respect the bird seemed to be a mere hologram, but in every other respect, it was as alive as I was.
I stood there with tears running down both of my faces - my third-dimensional self and the one who was working with the Master in the courtyard. I felt the life force of this little creature growing in my hands. Bringing the dove close to my chest, I felt my heart reach into it. Savoring the moment, I raised my hands and let him fly away. And fly away he did. He lifted up and out of my hands and became a dove of pure white Light, hovering just beyond me in the distance. The dove remained as I completed my session that morning.
A few days later just as I began my morning lessons with the Master, a young man came and tapped me on the shoulder. (Yes, I actually felt it). "Can't you see I am studying?" I said. "Please don't bother me right now." (Thinking back on this I realize that this was the first time I could hear what was being said to me.) The youth continued his attempts to get my attention by telling me that I was being summoned and that I had to go with him right away. The third time he asked, I acquiesced. I followed the young man down a dirt footpath and soon we came to a place that I had not seen before.
The place was a grotto of sorts, carved naturally of stone with an overhang that served as a shelter. As my eyes adjusted to the darker environment, I realized that the White Brotherhood stood there in a circle! (The White Brotherhood is a group of Light-oriented etheric beings who assist in healing, sacred learning and many other aspects of working from one dimension to another.) Just to the right of the circle stood yet another Master. He was also dressed in the white robes of the Brotherhood.
This Master's medium brown hair cascaded below his shoulders. His eyes were dark and penetrating yet held some spark of amusement as he looked at me. Wordlessly with those eyes he summoned me before him. I tried to tell him that I had work to do, that I needed to get back to my studies, but he cut me off with a glance.
In his hands the new Master held a sword with the tip down. I knelt before him and he touched the sword to my shoulders and placed his right hand on the crown of my head, holding it there. I could feel the power of his touch. The energy of him was strong with a force I had not felt before.
Somehow I still wasn't grasping the importance of the moment. As the ceremony finished, I thanked the Master and began to walk away, impatiently heading back to my studies. Whatever the ceremony was, it seemed that I had much more learning to do and I was anxious to return to my lessons. The Master of my initiation looked at me with an odd bit of exasperation as I left. He reminded me of a patient father watching a child learn the hard way.
I tried to return to the courtyard. It was impossible. Only then did I realize that I had graduated! I had successfully learned the skills that had come to me and I had moved beyond the teachings of the wizened one at the archway. It was once again time to begin a new reality... and a new set of lessons.
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