Adventures in Meditating: Beyond the Sky

Last night before sleep I traveled beyond the sky through time and space to a familiar place I've never seen but have seen, a place I've never been but am from, a place where Truth lives, where eyes can feel, where sound has smell.

The power I felt upon arriving, what I saw, felt and heard was almost too much for me, almost jarring enough to send me right back out, and at times it did. But only to another backdrop, a backdrop more serene. Idyllic. Green.

But what felt like the Truest glimpse of my own personal space beyond space, my own slice of the Akasha, was like an ancient land, like the edge of the world, with jagged cliffs and a raging sea in a storm. Misty. Grey. I knew I was safe, and yet I was scared, as I didn't realize quite yet that here hidden fears are welcomed friends. When the Truth's so clear, there's nothing to fear. You just see things as they are and know how to proceed. Efficiently. Lovingly. Honestly.


Back to the green serene place I went to gaze into a well of water, a Heart-shaped pool, my eyes reflecting back what was beyond my reflection. Hissing snakes wanting to shed but unable, a locked box, a white house, a family photo, and then the snakes again, their slithering drawing me in seductively but then baring their teeth, reminding me to stop. Look deeper. Just be.

What does it all mean? There's no need for words. Just feeling. And I felt it. Everything I needed to know conveyed in these images, like a download and reprogramming.

And so this morning I woke up feeling washed clean. Feeling clear. Feeling ready. Feeling my hands reaching for clay, trying to recreate this vision, this place. It wasn't just a vision. I know I was there. I felt it in my body. Different from imagination. Different from a dream. Both a revisiting and a memory.

And now that I know how to access that place, I find myself wondering about the next time I go, Will it look different, or will it look the same? Perhaps the answer lies within my own internal state.

But before going off on a philosophical tangent and falling down a cerebral rabbit hole as I begin to ponder perception and reflections, reality and illusions, delusions, disillusions, I'm going to take the advice of those snakes and just stop. Stop with the questions. Stop and go deeper. Deep into feeling. Deeper beyond into just simply being.




Please note: This experience was not a result of my usual Union of Three Hearts Meditation. It was the result of a guided Akashic Clarity Meditation.