Thursday, October 10, 2019

Spirit guided OBE - Transcendence - that time the Guides catapulted me out of my body.

"Giant molecules can be in two places at once, thanks to quantum physics." Scientific American.

[Now, in a paper published Sept. 23 in the journal Nature Physics, an international team of researchers has caused a molecule made up of up to 2,000 atoms to occupy two places at the same time.]

That quantum physics connector gives us the math for OBEs, Remote Viewing and Bi-location.

Science is finally plugging in the components that help us define the existence of being (I Am) as beyond/outside the manifest form. And, if we are nearer to identifying non-corporeal being, then we are nearer to defining consciousness and those non-corporeal others who persist in trying to help us expand our awareness.


"It is better to have a direction than a plan." - The Guides. [Probably whispered to a human a very long time ago who then forgot as soon as it left his mouth but someone else wrote it down and unfortunately - again - it was un-credited. UN-less you know the source or you find it somewhere and then the mystery is solved. If so, please share.]

Humoring the Guides now. They wish me to provide an example regarding Direction vs. Plan.

Direction: Moon.

Plan: MapBlueprint. Announce. Publicize. Address protest. Revise. Upgrade. Counter derailment. Lose initial configuration data. Reconfigure. Copy. Outsource. Overhaul. Re-envision. Health emergency. Abandon. Recover. Crowd-source. Back-engineer. Copyright issue. Trademark. Home office authorization delay. Program de-funded. Transfer to new department. Patent - reapply with code name - for reason unknown. Launch. Plan retroactive as classified. Outlawed. Prohibited. Ridiculed. Debunked. RE-introduce as Property Management Initiative to Mars with covert vacation layover on Moon. Repeat.

(Plan B: Astral Travel/Remote View. Practiced by Mystics and Shaman for centuries.)

Plans need revision. Direction remains constant.  Now hopefully, we know a bit more regarding the Guides and their POV.

I had just finished (via automatic writing/telepathy) receiving the channeled content that would become the basis for my book, Talking to Nightlights, when I arranged a session with a Hypnotherapist who is also a Native American Shaman.

The metaphysical awakening and spiritual metamorphosis triggered by the ongoing nightlight communication started an entirely new chapter in my life. I was experiencing a fundamental shift in conscious awareness, what I later realized was a Kundalini activation.

The process was immersive. New ways of being were shown to me on a daily basis. Awe inspiring and overwhelming, it was a lot to take in, in such a short period of time - from December of 1997, when I first noticed the interactive antics of the nightlight, to March of 1998, the approximate time of the Hypnotherapy session.

Through my non-corporeal instructors, I discovered reality was multi-dimensional and beyond vast, so much more than what I had been taught. I was connecting with beings who existed without physical form and who could connect via telepathic methods.

Even better, I could witness the effect of their presence in my physical reality when they manipulated the nightlight. It flickered, blinked and acted independently rather than maintaining a constant state of ‘on’ or ‘off’.

I already had witnesses to my nightlight activity but I wanted another kind of corroboration of my experience and it wasn’t going to come in any sort of conventional fashion. The Hypnotherapist I knew about was also a Native American Shaman, who had experience working with another person who had become a channel. I decided he could help me sort out this new state of awareness and help me validate the contact.

To eliminate potential self-preservation barriers or hindrances due to trust issues, since this person was a complete stranger to me, I asked a girlfriend to accompany me. Her presence allowed me to relax any and all boundaries I might otherwise have kept in place in the form of physical and/or psychic self-protection.

The session began with a countdown...

Hawk Totem - Spirit Messenger
Seeing from a higher perspective. Link
Then the therapist started to talk.
And talk. He rambled and cajoled.

At this time, I have no memory of what he said. Apparently, the guides had had enough and were quite irritated at the process.

I could feel sensations of tension and frustration that, oddly enough, weren’t my own.

The energy shift intensified at 15 or so minutes into the session and I felt the presence of the guides building in my own body.

Best described as a feeling of fullness and expansion of mind and thoughts.

I had the sensation of splitting into more than one awareness and, through me, the comments of the guides to the therapist expressed exasperation at the tediousness of the exercise in process. He then began to question me/them and tried to draw them out more.

That wasn’t their purpose. For me it was an interesting vantage point, having multiple states of awareness. More energy building. I sensed the guides were done listening.

They then stepped in to manage the session on my behalf. There was information they wanted me to have and it seemed this process was not going to accomplish that end. I do not know the specific trigger but I experienced a dramatic jolt, like an explosion, and I was suddenly cast out of my body to a space somewhere overhead.

The guides had thrown me out. I have experienced OBEs before. Not like this. Surprise is an understatement.

From my new vantage point, I am floating in a space of inky-black nothing, fully aware of hearing what is being said in the room, yet divorced of body sensations. I do see something. Yes, I register sight in this state, similar to the physical sense. Fifteen to twenty feet below me is a thing that appears to be a colorful, egg-sized blob. It is the only thing visible. All else is black. The room, the couch, the two people I was with, they no longer appear in any form.

That does seem quite odd and it captures my attention but the guides are redirecting me. The guides are showing me other things now, flashes of light and images. The way they communicate to me is more like an impression of a thought.

They are impressing upon me that everything I ‘see’ in the physical plane is a projection. The only real thing in this existence is me and I am not confined to a form. I am shown 7 blocks. Each block has a word and I am told those are my challenges during this lifetime. I also have an explanation for the relationship with my mother. We have a past-life history. I am given so much information in this short expanse of time that I cannot put it all into words but I do understand and it helps to provide context for what is happening in my life.

I sense that I am somewhere above the room and hovering near the event taking place below but it seems to be on a different plane because there is no visual evidence of the room. What I see is an expanse of complete blackness. The egg thing that is me is a solid white exterior with colors swirled or splashed in the middle.

My girlfriend, who was seated beside me on the couch for the duration of the session, tells me later she panicked a bit because she felt my energy shift and wanted to touch me to shake me out of whatever was happening but the therapist motioned her to leave me alone.

I really appreciated that instruction. Touching me would have been an invasion of my protected space and an intrusion on the process. My focus would have been interrupted and the connection with the guides, dissolved. I suspect the return to the body at that point could have been uncomfortable.

wendy's nightlight
1997. The nightlight activated - and everything changed. 
As it was, the Hypnotherapist/Shaman was an effective moderator who facilitated in clearing a way for the process, in whatever manner was required, to accomplish the task.

The guides worked with and around him to provide me the information I had asked for in regard to reassurance of their presence and that I wasn’t making everything up.

The session ended. With a gentle, energetic shift, I was back in my physical form. I had my validation that the guides were real and what they can do to help us if we are open to allowing spirit work in that form is beyond anything we are used to experiencing in our ‘normal’ day-to-day, manifest world view.

No other reassurance was required. I had been given, through that dramatic OBE, proof that they are indeed present and capable of providing me with new methods of communication, divination and insight.

The real learning was about to begin. With their continuing instruction, I would become an intuitive and a conscious channel.

Sunday, September 22, 2019

Nothing here is what it seems. "Reality" is more.

“Well, I hate to admit it, but it is possible that there is (one) such a thing as telepathy and (two) that the CETI project's idea that we might communicate with extraterrestrial beings via telepathy is possibly a reasonable idea--if telepathy exists and if ETIs exist. Otherwise we are trying to communicate with someone who doesn't exist with a system which doesn't work.”
Philip K. Dick, The Dark-Haired Girl

I hear "them". They tell me they are directly above the house and I can come outside and see them. This is how it goes with that telepathic thing. Some messages are crystal clear. Others require a bit of sleuthing.

Curious, and wondering what I might see above my house, I give in and opt to leave the housework and writing and enjoy some sun. It's midday. Our weather has been a quirky mix of cold, cool and almost warm. Today feels more like one would expect for an early Spring day.

Ready to begin the exercise, I park myself compliantly in a lawn chair on the patio and stare at the blue sky above me. Wisps of clouds drift overhead. I scan the space in all directions but nothing seems unusual enough to catch my eye. Two butterflies, beautiful, bright yellow, flutter around, above and across the rooftop. Darting in uneven circles, they mirror one another.

I telepathically broadcast my thoughts to "them"...  "Are you bugs? That's what you are because that is all I see out here. I see bugs who look like butterflies sailing in the air above me."

The Magician sends in the clouds. What can I see?
Agreeably, they answer, "Yes, we are bugs."

Okay, right. I was half joking and I don't quite buy my own comment so I keep looking.

Eventually, a plane flies above me, to the east. Interesting because it parallels the exact east-to-west direction I am stationed in my chair. Within a few more minutes, another plane traces that same path but from the opposite direction, headed west.

So I say to "them", "Okay, I get it: planes. You can make yourself appear to be planes. That's all I see above me now, planes."

Again "they" answer in that same agreeable fashion, "Yes, we are planes."

Right. Jokers. I mull it over. I was called outside to see bugs/butterflies/planes because that's all I have seen. "They" can be anything and I wouldn't know the difference. Is that what this is about? Maybe it is. I give up. It was interesting. It's always something new to learn in this little adventure. I go back inside and continue about my day. And there it ends.

No. It doesn't.

Later in the day, Andy is home and he calls out to me to meet him at the front door. He let the dogs outside and we haven't spoken more than a few words as he has just come home. He motions to me to stand where he has been standing, just outside the house at the front door. Then he tells me to look directly above us in the sky overhead.

Surprised at this interesting note of direction from him, I look up to see clear, blue sky. It's just before 8 pm central time and the late day sun is still bright.

Alone in the space he has mapped out for me, I see it. Inquisitively, he prompts me, "Do you see?" Excitement sparkles in his eyes.

Wow. This is a complete surprise. Staring up at the sky, I offer my astonished reply.

"I see a star," I say, as I look at him in stunned amazement. What has just happened?

"Good," he replies. "Sometimes I point stuff out and no one sees it."

I quickly run to the chair on the patio and look up from that vantage point. Sure enough, directly above me beams that fabulous, only star.

We both know it isn't a star. Wrong time of day and wrong position in the sky. (I checked again after dark to affirm there was nothing in that space.) Keeping tabs on that bright spec for about 20 minutes is easy. It doesn't move.

We rush around in a giddy frenzy, trying to get a picture and knowing we don't posses a camera capable of capturing an acceptable image to represent it. Frustration aside, we take pictures anyway and just let that be our proof. That's when I share with him my experience with "them" from earlier in the day. Curious, the timing.

A tiny comedy this is. And it isn't our first encounter. Others have been just as perplexing and unpredictably synchronistic. I think we humans must be some sort of project for them.

Might it be that our growth and learning is key to a grand plan and they too are part of this equation? "They" - in my experience - are patient and persistent.

Today I learned I could believe anything I wanted of them and it would be true. Or, I could let the events play out and the rest of the story would eventually be filled in. Then again, the rest of the story is still playing out - for me.

On some plane everything is connected.

Butterflies, Planes and Stars.
Observer, participant, creator,

I am.

All and no thing.
Reality is not what it seems,
simply a window to the illusion
and the dream within the dream.

Step back to see creation in the tiniest spark
and the grandest reflection.
More answers than questions,
beyond what mind can fathom.

In presence all ways.
Captivated beyond words, yet knowing.

Illumination is the level beyond here.

Is this scenario a representation of our evolution? If we are butterflies and they are stars can we find a plane of connection that provides a middle ground? This puzzle is my challenge.

The task before us is grand. They keep showing up to remind me to connect my dots as best I can. Beyond those dots is an even greater equation where nothing is what it seems.

We tend to assume what we see is as represented. And yet, when I put the pieces of this puzzle together, I remember: What we saw wasn't a star.

Where does that leave the planes and the butterflies? And where does that leave me?

I already know. But I keep playing anyway ... at my role of seeking the answer.

Star ...or not.  The bright spot you can hardly see. (Center/1 inch down)

Welcome to my reality. There is so much here to explore and learn that one cannot possibly consolidate everything into one lifetime. So we come back - not because we have to. For some and many, we return because this adventure is worth doing and worth being present for.

Life is simply amazing in whatever form it happens. And our sphere of engagement is an incredible place to learn, love and play. Once you find your magic, endless doors open from there. What does it take to find that magic? Try curiosity and wonder.

Curious, I wonder about a star that isn't a star. ...And a nightlight that isn't a nightlight. 

*repost. edited. from 5/1/14 - because something clicked and the dots revealed.

Buried in the prose is the key:

"They can be anything and I /we wouldn't know the difference." 

That is the evolutionary code we are destined to crack.
No matter the representation manifest form and/or non-form.
The language is Energy. 

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Conscious Living with Wendy Garrett is produced by Empower Radio and featured on empoweradio, iheart, itunes, stitcher and various independent youtube channels. Programs cover a wide range of Mind-Body-Spirit/Alternative Awareness/PSI topics, including: Consciousness, UFO, Metaphysics, Paranormal and Energy Medicine.

Ongoing personal experiences with extraordinary and unexplained seen/unseen phenomena underscore my belief in a world abundant with wonders we haven't yet begun to fathom.

Experiencers, via their unique encounters, give us glimpses and clues to what potentials creation has yet to reveal when we are willing to listen to the call of the muse and curious enough to table our fear and explore the unknown inner and outer limits of being.

And the answers are there, teasing us in quirks, quarks and fantastic anomalies.

My proof
- and that is the whole point of this reality thing being very personal and unique to the individual experiencer - the light beside me goes off for a moment and then comes on again as I am composing this introduction, underscoring the "quirk" factor and the representation of the ever-present, unseen support in this adventure.

Thank you for your interest and for listening. I hope you enjoy the shows! - wendy ... and the nightlights ;)