I have included footnotes which reference additional reading with far more detail on the Sacred Garden and the Spirit Realms at the end of this post.
I had two incredibly meaningful meetings with the spirit of the stone, and the second lead to a meeting with the spirit of the earth, the earth mother. It is hard to put into words what these meetings felt like since it was so far beyond anything I had experienced before.
My first meeting with the stone happened in a very vivid dream in which I was shown into a forest and to a rock outcrop, which was flat on top – a natural place for journeying. I was told that everything I would need would be provided for me. That night (in the dream), I slept under the edge of the rock outcrop, and the next morning, when I awoke, I found a package on top of the rock with food and clean clothes in it. As I opened the package I became aware of a presence, and looked up to find a tall stone standing behind the rock outcrop. I felt a warm greeting come from the stone, and it was then that I perceived facial features. These were not physical features, but the perception of features. The actual stone had no features. I returned the greeting and asked what I could do for the stone, and what the stone could do for me. I was told that this was just an initial meeting so that we could get to know one another and that we would have further contact in the future. The dream ended there and I immediately awoke in the physical, and recorded it in my journal. As I reflected on this dream journey, I realized that “everything I would need would be provided for me,” meant in this life, and on my path.
The other day I felt compelled to buy Spike Lee’s documentary about the Katrina disaster, which originally aired on HBO. It’s four parts and tonight (Wednesday) I watched the first two. It’s a powerful film, and I recommend renting or buying it if you have not seen it (if you are so inclined).
And that is about as close as I will come to political commentary on this blog.
The title is of course a partial quote of Dorothy’s famous line from The Wizard of Oz when she realizes the world around her is not her familiar Kansas.
For some who choose a path to expanded awareness, an event may occur which will turn their current, and sometimes comfortable, belief system to rubble, or at the very least create a huge editing job.
One of those life-changing events happened to me during a journey in the early 90’s, well more precisely a couple days after the journey. The journey took place before my first trip to The Monroe Institute, although I had been using the Gateway Experience tapes at home for some time. I asked my guides, what is the most important thing I can know and understand at this time. I waited, and waited, and nothing came. I knew however that sometimes the answer does not come immediately, and may actually come days or weeks later, so I continued my journey and allowed the question to just “float out there.”
At the time I was living and working in the Los Angeles area and a couple days after asking the question, I had just begun my daily forty-five minute commute to work when I was hit with the most massive rush of unconditional love energy I have ever experienced. It was as if every part of my entire being was vibrating at an incredibly high frequency. When the vibrations peaked, I received my answer.
Hank Wesselman, my shamanic teacher, has been writing monthly articles for “The Meta Arts Magazine” since November of 2004, and they are a wonderful source of information on shamanism and the modern mystical movement. His first article, The Spiritwalker Program, has a wealth of information and well worth a read.If you would like to read more of his articles, click here.
As a young boy, I had out-of-body experiences. As I would be lying in bed before going to sleep my body would become very heavy and I would start to feel a gentle pulsing throughout my entire body. The pulsing would become quite strong and increase in frequency, and then begin to subside until it was gone and I had absolutely no feeling of being in a body. This happened with some regularity, but not every night, and I somehow knew it was nothing to fear. Sometimes I would just float around the room or go outside the house and float through trees, and sometimes I would feel a “call” to go somewhere. Sometimes that somewhere was a classroom-type setting where I would be taught things or be given information, and sometimes it would be a meeting with a group of other beings seemingly in the middle of nowhere. At such a young age, I never thought to write any of the experiences down, and never shared them with anyone until much later, not even my parents. There was a “knowing” that my very Catholic parents would not understand.