Thursday, August 25, 2016

I Am Experience

I Am Experience
August 24, 2016

Many would refer what I’m about to explain as something religious and only the faithful or dedicated souls could experience but I am here to let you know that you to can be in the path of God. You are able to hear, see, and feel the creator’s presence within you.
Earlier in the day I was hosting a show with my spiritual brother and friend Tootle from Georgia. The topic for our show The Road Home was living in the now and we had on a special guest from Alabama who was quite religious and spiritual so we had a wonderful discussion on air about the importance of living in the now versus dwelling on the past letting things get you down and keeping you down as well as future stressors that might arise causing one to downplay their own capabilities. We discussed certain events in our lives of our awakening and enlightenments that changed our lives. I spoke about the time when I popped out of my body during sleep and was attacked by forces I didn’t understand. Things pulling me down in all directions in a dark vastness of nothingness. During this attack I partially awoke. I say partially because I couldn’t speak even though I was crying out to anyone who would listen, I was lashing out to grab ahold of something but I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. It was pure darkness and a very low frequency that I somehow mustered the strength to break free from. I was cold to my own touch when I fully awoke and my heart was in pain as if my child had just been killed by my loved one. I knew there was something behind this experience but at the time I had no idea what it was and where the path was leading me.
After the broadcast I retired to do some research for an upcoming show regarding the sixth extinction of life on Earth. I settled down with a cup of peppermint tea on my bed with my laptop and started my search. I found some great material like the Fifth Man and other stories of ancient humans that still live today such as the Andonameise people and other tribes that still practice their culture. 
I came across the Native Australians who had been in Australia before the previously known three names of the Island continent and how they were forced into the north eastern parts and now number around 400 people. It was quite sad really to see the effect of so called government help with tribes. Giving them things they never needed becoming dependent and not wanting to tend the land or hunt for food. You can see the devastation this would have on an already declining population suffering from illness and disease brought to them by travelers and foreign colonialists. 
I was at the part where the tribe was drumming and dancing to the lazy god to protect them during a journey they must make through crocodile country which I found fascinating in itself but I started to notice that the drumming was quite hypnotic and I was observing myself entering a trance state and I began to hear my tibetan bowls start to sing. It was very low at first but was noticeable.    
At some point I fell asleep not knowing when this occurred like most dream states we fall into but there was definitely some missing time. I woke suddenly to a feeling of complete panic as I couldn’t speak, see, or move and the singing bowls were vibrating and singing so loud that I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. Loud enough I thought to break glass. My computer to was making the noise as was anything else in my room and even my own body was reacting to this sound feeling. I could feel every single cell in my body and it hurt. Like as if everything was going to vibrate apart and yet at the very same time a frequency was holding everything together. It was as if a spirit two angles were  either competing or battling for my attention or body. The sense I got was that the destructive spirit was the masculine and the creative force was the feminine. This lead me to believe that these spirits were not spirits at all but rather one single force… God. The sound and frequency I was experiencing was the word of God, logos if you will. A force of creation and destruction wrapped all into one belief shattering revelation.
I was suddenly awoken from this state only to be launched into another more what I would say a localized understandable environment. It was a house but a house like no other I’ve seen yet it was familiar to me. Like a scene in some deep cavernous memory long passed. The area of the house was large enough that everything echoed in a single room style with pillars spread about in what I knew to be some significant pattern of geometry only to be observed in its beauty from high above looking down. There were no internal dividing walls and very few windows or at least I thought there were windows because there was some natural light casting remnants of nature amongst the dim darkness that lay within. As I walked in through the front door down a walkway with the columns on either side with a few feet between each column, I noticed just how vast this megalith of a house was. It seemed to go on forever yet I could see the walls on all sides of me at all times. I knew the walls were textured with some kind of plaster because the walls were covered in reliefs of scenery of different eras of humanity. Close to the front where I came in were beautiful designs of clan warfare, hunts, camp fires, and mating in a most animalistic fashion I might add. On the opposite side of the house were designs of what looked to be invaders approaching towards me so that I was standing in between an impending battle for dominance between the clans of old and tribes of the new. After several feet of time travel I look back to the left and see carvings of the same invaders but when I look carefully I see that yes the invaders from the tribes are there but they are mingling with the clans in a variety of ways. Some obviously telling humorous tales from their past, some showing the clan elders new hunting weapons, and some venturing off with ropes tied to some clan women taking them towards the next relief designs somewhere off towards an ocean with long boats at the shores.
I was struck by the fact that these weren’t just a beautiful sight of precise architecture or artwork but actual history as it was unfolding before my very eyes. Humanity creating culture, civilizations forming, trading, and who else knows what I would have seen but something caught my eye.
I could see a raised area off to the right and as I approached I noticed that the area was a bedroom of sorts. Three stairs separated this bed area from the rest of the house and there I saw her sitting up under the covers reading a large book. I remember her from the past and the present both of whom share a similarity in soul and heart. A peacefulness and caring of others emitted from this woman and I addressed her as Cari Ryan so even though she wasn’t looking like the Cari I knew, everything else about her was Cari. To explain a little about this confusion which turns out not to be confusing whatsoever, since I’ve never actually seen Cari my brain had to interpret the next closest person that I would understand to be Cari and it is important to understand this particular aspect of this vision for it is crucial to understand the duality that results from such good and such evil. 
There was a man there as well whom I have no idea of the relation to me he had but I saw him as clearly as I did the angular set white Italian marble on the floor with absolute black granite tiles around each column at their base. He had dirty blond hair that of the stereotypical all american dude. Well built or perhaps decently fit and I had the impression he was mostly nude although it wasn’t part or at least significant to the vision but he was shirtless. I took from this that simply he was a muscular individual. He was also looking through eyes that were mostly closed but I could see the glow of blue shining through his slits.
I knew his primary objective was to keep me away from Cari for some reason and he would use all his power to do so and he did. There was some kind of battle whether it be a mental one or a physical one I don’t know but the feeling left me in the understanding that it didn’t matter. The vessel I was controlling was not my physical attributes at all. I was a gangly, scrawny, geekish type of person. This too was a lesson within the vision being that it doesn’t matter what I was but rather who I Am like what I was told in the vision leading into this house of eternity. At any moment I could be torn apart or created all within the same instance and so though I was going up against someone much more stronger than I, my task was clear which was to understand the knowledge given to me just before the battle. It wasn’t to rescue some dame in distress or princess locked in a tower but it was a battle for heart and soul. Specifically mine. To know thyself and walk my path with all knowing certainty that I will be taken care of whether it be by my own fortitude or that of my loved ones or that finally of my creator. I now understand blind faith more than I ever did and from a completely new perspective. Having the knowledge that can only be described as something like water, settling where its destiny lays and flows where it’s supposed to go and waves crash in trouble. It is, as I am it, I am.
As this non-physical confrontation was taking place it came to me that it was evident of what I was witness to. The house and its columns, the floor pattern and its white and black tiles, the historical timeline set in stone, and the dualistic aspect of everything before me in both beauty and abomination, good and evil, light and dark, day and night. It was all here and as this struck me with absolute certainty, absolute knowledge, wisdom, I snapped back through the house at a speed that I can’t even begin to describe but it was faster than creation itself, faster than sound, and faster than light and I was back in a paralyzed state crying out in silence at the top of my non-functioning lungs, my heart pounding at a non-existent pulse, and thrashing about to grasp onto something that wasn’t there because I couldn’t move. I was back in the word of God whom spoke with both creation and destruction simultaneously. With love of a father and love of a mother. A self creating force, self aware force that proceeded to cover and seep into every space between every cell, every atom, every thing within and without. I felt as if I would be thoroughly annihilated yet the love and peace of the vibration was holding everything together. I was ok because I am and always will be.
And just like that, a snap of the finger or pop of the gum, I was sent back and instantaneously awoke.
As I was coming to my bearings I noticed something within me that at first I couldn’t explain so I moved onto what my brain would have to say which I didn’t like or feel was right at all. Then I had an urge to check to see if I was really there laying on my bed and sure enough I was only not how I fell asleep. My laptop was put away turned off, I was in bed and clothes put away, and then I checked my pulse. This is where I started to get frightened because I couldn’t find a pulse anywhere and I could swear I was cold to my own touch. It felt as if someone had been sitting on my chest as well and took me quite some time to regain full awareness again. I then remembered that I had recently packed my singing bowls so I got up and pulled down the box they were packed in and to my amazement they were not only warm but they were still vibrating and singing ever so slightly. I also pulled out all my crystals and they were also warm but the biggest trip was my amethyst pyramid. It was heavy and warm and when I took it from the desk the wood was also warm underneath it.

I was fully expecting to wake up at this point but soon I realized I was awake, truly awake and it took going in and out of a dream within a dream.

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