spooky2
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...at least to me it's new. I found me near Focus 21, don't know, maybe F22 of F23. I was overviewing the space, and there was a sort of never seen landscape, but not really a landscape. It was foggy, I went closer, moved into it, moved through it. I could change my interaction with it, so that I could tune into it more or less, if less, then it was foggy and easy to move through, when more tuned into it, it became more solid. In this solid appearance, it looked liked illustrations of brain cells. There were knots, and these knots were connected with extensions, just like the axons of a brain cell (at least on illustrations I saw). It was like a jungle, very difficult to move when I let it appear to me in the solid way. The color of the "cells" with its "axons" was brown. The axons were a bit flexible, like hard rubber, they seemed unbreakable, but they also were like slime- solid slime. I felt in these knots entangled in their extensions, there was a sort of consciousness in it. I asked what it all was, and why it appeared this way, and was "told", these knots in the jungle of "axons" represent consciousnesses all in the same state, nourished, or held in shape, kept alive by these extensions. I focused on the knot nearby, there was something human in it; I wanted to get closer, trying to remove one of the extensions from my way, as I got: "Don't try to remove it! Don't touch it!" So, remembering that I could change my approach to it, making it denser or thinner, and remembering Bruce's "seeing it not there", I stated that I would not have any interaction with these slimy connections, and thought them away out off my sight. That worked and I went close to this knot. I saw the face of an old woman with long hair, she looked ill and weak. For just a short moment I had the feeling that she noticed me, then she fell again in a stream of repetative thoughts, a sort of deep (simple) dream or dreamlike coma. The thought activity was that narrowed that I had the impression this is not a full person. That it was an aspect, a part of a person that is for whatever reason split off and lingering here. I could not communicate with this old lady aspect, too little mind there, but I found that the short contact I had would be sufficient to make an attempt of moving it out of there. I was convinced that this person-part should be reintegrated to the person, and/or it's higher self. I moved closer, and I got support, a large light came and positioned itself at my right side, a bit back of me; then this lady aspect moved in my direction as if I was a magnet, "she" was attached to me, and I then turned slowly around with her in the direction of the light which took her away from me, and she disappeared in it, and the light moved away; I was convinced it was not a single person light, it was something like a higher self- there is a special quality of "size", something like a long reverb in a big hall, something of this quality that was around it and which I relate to a human higher self.
I've never been to this place before or after, also the way of getting this person's-part out of it was unique. But I had a few months before encountered a man- until, after observing him, I came to the same conclusion, that it wasn't a whole person, but a part of a person. I think I'll dig it out from my notes and tell it.
Spooky
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