Channeling info re: dimensions: Thursday morning, 11:16 am
Imagine the layers of the onion. Yet this is only our tangible material 3-D version. It is actually an energy field reaching out in a holographic effect perhaps like the spokes of a great wheel, same being repeated over and over again in ever increasing growth. Such as it always shall be.
Like the petals of a new flower, life is repeated, then taken away. But our vision is anchored in this earth plane of the senses so we harbor fears and aggression to ward off any vulnerability. If you imagine the energy fields that exist all around you, and most astoundingly, within you as well, it is easy to grasp that the perceptions we hold so dear that become habits and opinions are merely the mechanisms of the mind being reflected around, and really nothing more. In our deliberate scrambling, is it possible that we’ve missed the whole point?
If I could have a perfect world, what would it be? Would I be forever caught in traffic in Glendale, Arizona? Would I be an astronaut training for an in-space mission? Would I be a builder/developer/contractor/designer who changes the lives of men and nurtures the earth? Or would I be a silly old woman mending pants and boiling carrots on the stove…
The inside of a cave at first might seem stark. I would imagine that if you spend enough time in there, the walls will begin to have depth and character and will transform during the changing light of day. Often I have made a mental note to remember a particular moment in time, freeze-framed to reflect on later. Such as standing on the high precipice jutting out over a huge expanse of dry river bed and desert land as far as one can see, wild steers moving down a cow trail the size of specks… The great deafening silence that was there. It made my head want to implode! I do not get out often to visit caves, but I wonder if you might encounter a similar silence inside a big cave. I would think, yes.
Access to dimensions is a journey of the soul. It is knowing that thing I call “spark” that can move about within you and without you. If only we could lift up that anchor of conditioning that keeps us so grounded to our own private “realities.” It would enable much more advanced and lightning fast growth and evolution, in a good way for a change!
In some strange way, my father is with me, yet in another dimension. With intention, I can go outside to the meadow grass and look for rose moss and connect instantly with my mother, like a feeling of magnets to my heart, a connection is recognized, and thus, dimensions crossed. It’s not that hocus-pocus nonsense about hearing voices so much, but it is a knowing. They say there are different kinds of clairvoyants and they employ differing techniques to make observations and predictions, and one of them is just knowing. It’s like when you know you got something right. You just know.
The more I shed my onion layers, the more I let myself out of this “skin” I stay imprisoned in, the more goodness and mercy flows in. I am the giant and I am human. I am a living breathing human woman in 2015, and I am the grand-daughter of a great man, who lived many lives before he came to know me. Like a dog that has nothing. The dog that was female, lost without food or shelter, at the mercy of a urbanized north Texas prairie-land. Her soul is worth loving, worth getting to know. Like any relationship, if given proper attention, will grow. If given proper awareness and caring, can transform both man and animal.
The dimensions of air and light. And sound and heat. Imagine the Twilight Zone and you are there! With all this in mind, there must be great reason for our spark to be walking this earth plane in this vessel. Namaste’ my beautiful brothers and sisters! We are together. The dimensions connect too. What you find inside, where you go during meditation is connected directly to the dimensions outward. To go further outward, you must be able to go further inward. It’s how you learn.
Like the beautiful ripple in the water of the lake, we are but a tiny bird come to the edge to drink, and we are the mighty black rhinoceros who has left the earth forever, where water is no longer necessary. In another dimension, the two ton loving mother is again happy and free to live out her destiny, to run and to see and to love. She has no regrets for this life left behind. It is life. It is the way.
There is much that my heart wants. And much that I seek to create. But every moment is its own. We cannot mold time and desire together. We are not wizards. To be accepting of some things, to embrace the outer chaos with more compassion, one must accept the inner chaos as well, one causing the other. At best times, we can let down our desires, shake off our preconceived notions, and sit in the presence of listening for that silence that runs so deep and so far, for it is still there; it is the dimension of sound, sight and mind. It is the Twilight Zone.
But today this is central Texas on a bright spring afternoon. My feet are bare and my head is covered. The earth around me has come alive with greenery and I can hear crows overhead calling out to each other as they fly from tree to tree. I know not what this day shall bring, and judging from what just happened, well, we won’t go there… the past is always the past — passed! No need to howl and cry like the wolf puppy at my garden gate who mourns the return of his master. This moment in time is real. My spark is too. It is exciting to think that I am not eternally confined to this physicality, but rather have an infinite array of spiritual possibilities to look forward to, and no longer will the idea of dimensions seem so strange. The energies that we choose to embrace will fill our hearts and our yards as sure as the ocean pours back onto the beaches. Resonate with the good in all things and detach from any other. Access the inner realms of calm that you know are there. And from that point, ever deeper, you can know the freedom and the true connection to Source that we came from, and through practice, can lead us out and beyond when time comes.
That would seem to be the natural way. But for now, I will give honor to all creatures, all peoples, all things. As the little bird chirp, chirp, chirps away, I will now set down my pen, walk outside to water my herbs and vegetables. Plants enjoy one of the very best dimensions and it is there I find the greatest peace. I prefer to live in that dimension. One of peace.
in the life and mind of an artist... 