Visiting Others in The Astral
Just as birth is but the appearance of a start and death the simulation of an ending, so too your “first” exit from the body is but a conscious replication of a long standing practice, albeit an unconscious one.
Just as birth is but the appearance of a start and death the simulation of an ending, so too your “first” exit from the body is but a conscious replication of a long standing practice, albeit an unconscious one.
First, the entire point of the noticing exercise, as Frank puts it, is to “become fixated within”. That’s really the end goal, as THAT is where the non-physical lies… within us. It’s nothing exterior that you “go to”.
A long while ago, I released a video that had been building up in me for quite some time. I started the video by saying, “We don’t die.”
Something quite strange is going on all over the world right now. Animals and insects by the thousands are walking in circles.
From time to time I am asked about the possible actuality of “dire predictions”, …of war, environmental collapse, of political upheaval. Whether in public or private forums, I usually poo-poo them and not because I am a skeptical curmudgeon dedicated to some kind of know-it-all denialism.
A spiritual journey is not for sissies and will be counter to everything and everyone before you. But, it is the road you must take. It is why you are on this big rock right now. It is the only reason.
I have long been intrigued with the struggles of intellectuals and artists to come to terms with what seems to be the chaotic destructive madness of the world as they experience it. Poets, novelists, philosophers, administrators, legislators, and the like, all look to be permanently on the edge of hopeless gloominess about humanity’s performance and potential.
Do you think the world has gone crazy? Have we lost our collective minds? Are our current times more crazy than ever before in our known history?
A discussion on The Divine Feminine and the truth of what really happened and what has been covered up for thousands of years.