My Role As Facilitator
That’s right, I do not “make” things happen for clients, I facilitate the expansion of consciousness within and around the being before me, on the couch or in the screen, so that they can believe the journey they go on rather than doubt it as imaginative fantasy.
Sometimes they wish to examine what they’re heard of the Akashic records and can find themselves in their version of a repository of such, a library of leather bound chronicles they pull down from high shelves or large flat screens that seem to be activated by thought, sometimes thoughts they do not know they are thinking, suspecting some wise guide is directing things. Which may indeed be the case, as I tend to hang back and refrain from any interference in their process other than the occasional, ‘Tell me what you doing now’ or ‘Oh that’s interesting’ type of remark. Clients are generally self-directed, accompanied by a rather dull and retiring companion.
Sometimes on their way to what they thought would be a regression based on a recurring dream they find themselves looking down on a planet, not immediately recognisable from the currently available solar system imagery. They see a planet that seems to have no sentient life forms other than some indwelling spirit which ensouls the entire place and are informed that this is but another experiment in manifestation of consciousness in the endless multiverse of stars and galaxies that astronomers assure us is there and endlessly expanding.
Sometimes they find themselves in the company of alien life forms on a craft of considerable size, going somewhere as a passenger or being visited in their bedroom as a prelude to such. Sometimes they find themselves close to one being who claims to be happy that they’ve finally been noticed and wishes to bond in ongoing friendship, the implication being their species has been reaching out to us, one human at a time, to sidestep the deceptions and disinformation set up by militaries and governments.
Sometimes they are connected to a dearly departed loved one who usually assures them they are now fine despite whatever troubles they may have had on initial adjustment. Sometimes long gone grandparents entertain them with tea and scones around the garden lily pond that grandad always wanted to build back here on earth but never got around to in that gap between retirement and disease. Sometimes a much missed pet comes bounding at them, jumping into the lap and smothering them with licks. Sometimes a scheming ex-lover/spouse comes to apologise for their behaviour, once creatively justified and now deeply regretted. Sometimes conservatively religious parents, settled in an astral Christian community, whose rigid belief system disbars non-believers, will not acknowledge the visitor, insisting that faith is the only way to redemption and that guides like me, whose presence they seem to sense if not exactly see, are some kind of spawn of Satan who has perverted their child and is out to tempt them into some nether region of devilry, no doubt run by some twisted version of Aleister Crowley or Timothy Leary.
Sometimes they will find themselves appearing in some past life, not the one they were seeking answers to, but another where some current family member who they are somewhat distanced from if not exactly enemies, are using the advantages of ancient customs to control and abuse them, either socially, economically or sexually. Sometimes they are monks or nuns, meditating, praying, pursuing silence on their knees in the herb garden, sometimes sex workers, enslaved or free lance, roving gamblers living out of a suitcase, nameless mid-level bureaucrats caught up in the tedious details/workings of state and empire, or warriors, convinced of their leader’s righteousness or invincibility, helping create or preserve those empires.
Sometimes they see themselves, in one of those lives between lives, saturated with the joys and pleasures of paradise and preparing to return once more to the fray, examining the options of various life paths that will provide some or other set of challenges, and puzzling over choices. Sometimes they see themselves perusing wombs and fetuses with vague disinterest, as if the inevitable bonding is as much to be resisted as embraced.
Sometimes they see glimpses of what appear to be parallel lives in real time, as though the soul they feel is theirs, albeit in a body, is sharing its light with other bodies pursuing other paths. Might this soul of theirs be more daring and adventurous than others who are fully occupied with just one expression? Usually they come to me with some knowledge of Higher Selves and their remarkable abilities but are yet jolted by the possibility that they might be part of such an expansion of what appears to be the norm.
Sometimes I will venture the opinion that there are no norms, only ones we have become comfortable with, that everything we assume is possible and doable on this inner journey of spirit is often the expression of our current state of limitation and exists only to be exceeded by some more active imagination, that function that seems like fantasy on this physical plane but is easily expressible on the astral and mental.
Yeah, as we know, it takes all backgrounds, attitudes and types to furnish a society, yet seeing themselves in a variety of roles, some of which they find abhorrent to their current values, and some which enhance their current low estimate of their accomplishments, can be a stirring shock to the system, resulting in fresh growth. I take it all in stride, having been a practitioner for decades and having witnessed several of my own less than salubrious or compassionate pasts. I know full well that those darker pasts, while indulged in by vain and ambitious egos, were planned in spirit, with the help of guides, to expand our concepts of ourselves, round out our human education and contribute to our communities by giving others the chance to act as peacemakers, lawgivers and ethical enforcers, either with or without the curses of righteousness or vengeance. And of course such curses can morph into blessings in the long term if you choose to learn from them.
The long term: our cycles of incarnations as we inch through the centuries towards completion. In that journey almost all curses become blessings in disguise, and as a facilitator I am allowed to witness these subtle, complex and fascinating transformations. And who exactly allows me? Why, of course, me, but not the me who’s writing this, the all-too-human writer/ philosopher. More the me who is intelligence and wisdom beyond the reach of definition and form, who is not motivated by desire or ambition but who plays the game, detached and bemused, that he/she may know it fully and assist others on their seemingly arduous climb.