I’m in a global community called the Evolutionary Collective. All told, there are probably two hundred of us exploring consciousness within a structure created by Patricia Albere. Fifteen souls were on a live video call this afternoon.
Part of the experience is in pairs, with eyes open and connected. For ten minutes, one person answers the question “What are you experiencing right now?” while the other silently moves her consciousness inside the speaker. Then the two switch roles for the second ten. During the third segment, the partners talk back and forth, responding to “What are we experiencing right now?”
It’s a mysterious process. It’s easy to rattle on about concepts and ideas, feelings and bodily sensations, but Patricia is pointing elsewhere. I was with “Mary” today and here’s where I went for my ten minutes:
I’m experiencing a lake, perfectly smooth. I’m swimming with my head up – it’s the breast stroke – and you’re beside me doing the same. Our motions are so smooth, so effortless, and we smile at each other. Ahead is the horizon. It’s a simple line between sky and water. There’s no land. I look around and see the same horizon everywhere. I don’t know where we are but there’s a great sense of ease, of safety.
And now I’m diving, my hands touching ahead of me … down and down into the dark. Hundreds of fish, of all shapes and hues, come to say hi. They dive with me, with little smiles on their faces. The water is cool and lovely and I can breathe easily.
Soon all is black and I continue to descend. No fear. Just a sweet sinking towards I know not what. And now I’m experiencing a light way down below and I’m excited to see what’s there. As I near the ocean floor, there it sits – a tiny gold ring. Magically, I move my hands and arms and head through it and it settles around my waist.
I’m so happy to have found a golden friend. Yes, the ring is alive. It holds me gently on my stomach and back, just a tender pressure that’s so comforting. I gaze down in wonder at the glowing and pulsing entity encircling my waist.
“Who are you?” I ask.
No words come back but the ring smiles just a bit and holds me some more, a touch firmer now.
Mary and I don’t analyze. There’s no figuring out. No evaluating. Just the sense of something opening, inviting us to explore. And we’ll continue to do that.