Many a time, I’ve written about something that I was feeling recently but no longer. If the experience was real in my soul, the words reached others. It’s even more special, however, when what I’m telling you about is still with me … such as right now.
I’m in a global community that’s exploring consciousness, especially what’s possible when two or more of us look into each other’s eyes. Can we experience great freedom? Can we awaken together? The answer that returns is “yes”.
Last evening there was a live internet session with about ten of us. I looked inside as the call started. I was “space-y”, disoriented, “loose” – but not in a negative way. The cognitive me seemed to have taken a back seat. And the question was large: “Where am I?” What realm of being has come calling?
Part of our time together is the opportunity to practice with another person as we look at each other through our computer screens. As I sat with a fine fellow, images flooded me and I shared them. For a bit, I was floating in space, untethered from my spaceship. Suddenly I was beside the rings of Saturn. I spun them like a frisbee. Then I was hungry, and the moon beckoned. We all know that it’s made of green cheese and I took a huge bite. Next I grabbed the moon, and having conveniently gotten rid of the planet Saturn, I threw the moon through the rings. Bulls eye!
Fear came by. “Shut it down, Bruce. He’ll think you’re weird.” As soon as I uttered these thoughts, they floated away and I was back in deep space. I gasped as the meteor that was Bruce blasted into the darkness. Fire trailed my splayed arms and legs. I was hurtling through space! And I still am.
I’m experiencing being launched somewhere, at supersonic speed. I don’t know what the “somewhere” is, and I don’t care. There’s no sense of danger. Just astonishing velocity. I’m vibrating with it.
I’ve had many meditation experiences where everything stops. The stillness and peace abide. Right now that peace is also here – a great calm – but I’m being thrown into some future. There’s a vacuum sucking me forward. There’s a magnet pulling me in. I’m on a bullet train to the next moment.
Here’s the fear again. “Don’t publish this. Leave it as a draft … forever.”
Sorry, worried voice. I’m about to click “Publish”. It won’t be a record of the past. It’s still an awe of the present. I’m Superman – “faster than a speeding bullet”.