A Second Visit to Source

“Source” is the place of our inner divinity, shorn of the add-ons of incarnation, all those purgatories, paradises, heavens, hells, cultures, epochs, physical forms and their functions.  It’s the radiant void, the ocean of is-ness, where you are and I am drops of that is-ness, that divinity, without form or distinction.

     It never hurts to return there in a meditation/projection, an exercise in divine imagination.  You can do it once a day, once a week once a year.  It’s a great reminder of who we really are and who we really are not.  It’s an escape from the games of life that keep us tied to the role of player.  It’s a vacation from the vacation of ambition.  So join me as we move willingly and happily beyond all notions of human or not human, beyond the astral/mental/causal and into the uncharted territory beyond the areas of out astral explorations.  Join me as we go beyond the building, the neighborhood, flying under the clouds and then changing dimension, shifting quickly through the planes, maybe stopping to say hello to some of our dear departed but resisting tarrying in the heavens, attracted magnetically to desires, of which there are many.    

     Let us move beyond all those tempting paradises, those religious devotions, those sages, prophets, angels, those belief systems that tag us with devotion and piety, those political constructs of which we can be so proud, those set ups that lead us beyond tribes and survival, those civilizations we willing enslaved ourselves to for decade and centuries, as the empires were built and the laws were made, the architecture emblazoned on the landscape

    Let us move beyond spheres, those playgrounds we call planets, those marvelous structures spinning through space,  members of galaxies moving away from each other at awesome speeds.  Let us move to source, let us move to the radiant void in which we are glowing spheres of light ourselves, within that sea of golden light where all is knowing and refusing to be tempted, where the divine is commonplace, where deities stand aside as we shoulder our own divinity, where we were before any birth at any location,  where we were after Egypt and living in Egyptian heaven, what we thought we could be in that heaven, where we were before we came back down and joined in with Greece, Rome, or China, for another lap around the world of culture and family.  Where we are now, not being human but feeling our lack of definition. Enjoy this place, this lack of landscape and architecture, personality and structure, enjoy this self-sustaining light. 

     As we moved here did you notice attachments appearing?  What attachments kept you from moving forward, what attachments kept you disappearing from form and structure?  Did you like yourself, who you are now, were you enamored of what you had achieved in this incarnation, did you fall in love with your home, your property, your country?  Did you feel, No this is worth defending, this is important?  Did you fret about your parents or your children? 

     Did it task you to leave them behind, even for a few moments?   Did it challenge our religion, your devotion to a prophet or a philosophy?  Did it distract you from your prayers or meditations?  Were you imagining your eternal youth in a mirror of glamour or fashion?   Did it tug you away from your possessions?  Were you proud to be a human?   Were you chuffed to be a citizen of Gaia, that parent, that parent who has mothered and fathered us in many lives? 

      Did you long to return to another civilization on another planet?  Did you long to be Pleidian or or Arcturian, did you feel it was your true home?   Or maybe an Andromedan?  Did you see yourself as basically Reptilian,  a tall blonde, a Venusian?  And are any of these more wise and deserving than humanity?  Which of these value judgements passed through your mind as we moved to the radiant void? 

    Did any of them hold you back?  Was there an anniversary or wedding that seemed more important and desirable than your eternal self?  Of all these gifts of life which we you attached to?  Any?  A few?  None?  One?  Its all about attachment as we move away, as we get old and move toward the transition we call death and we remember what old folks have said to us about passing on and letting go.  We are not dying now we are projecting.  We are testing our mettle, we are taking ourselves beyond ourselves and becoming that wonderful nothing that knows everything, but not tempted to try out anything but just be, just be.  We know that being is all and doing is for kids at recess.

     Please be the self that is not yourself, the one that is the light of god that knows itself as such as does not wonder why, and does not reach to any religious definition of divinity other than the one that is vibrating inside of you all the time.  There is no god that will make decisions for you, that will give you direction, hold you back or tame your wildness or bless your sanctity.  There is none other than that ocean of light from which all arises and then disappears, assembling and disassembling the manifest moment by moment.  Everything comes and goes, and you can join that coming and going as a ‘you’, with all its joys and sufferings, or that lack of ‘you’ can stay here and observe and absorb without acting.

    Be at peace and watch for those attachments, the ones that would suggest there is something more worthy than being at peace and knowing all.  Be who you want when you want,  but never forget the radiant nothing that you really are.  Know that you are beyond the grandeur and sanctity of angelic life.  Know that you are beyond the playful chatter and endless creativity of those DMT elves, showing you how to be magically productive with your singing voice making forms endlessly, beautiful detailed works of art constantly reproducing variations of themselves.  Know that you are that but beyond it. As the saying goes ‘thou art that’. Know that you are the nothing admiring all those somethings, those creative entities going from sub-atomic structure to vast galaxies. Embrace all of that and know that you lie beyond it.

      All the nature spirits, all the spirit guides, all the living, all the dead, all the animals, all the creatures great and small as we say, all the visitors in their anti-gravity ships, all the robots longing for greater life, … embrace them all as you know you lie beyond, observing and letting go.  Be here now, as we always have been, be that higher self of which tales are told, be that slice of divinity and enjoy it.