Smoke twists and raises sky ward.
The flames coil and turn in a sacred manner, a sacred spiral.
Like a dance, where energy merges within the fabric of space/time, folding into the core of its own being, drawing in, too, my attention.
I distinctively sense gravity towing my body.
Gradually I relate to the distance occurring between myself and the fire; as like a balloon expanding, drawing me near the center ~
Folding into the fabric of space, where time dissipates into the awareness that I am not physically separate from the environment.
Suddenly a loud SNAP beset the air.
Immediately as my body reverberated, I no longer had the sensation of feeling only my physical senses.
I became acutely aware of every fiber of my being having its own unique “separateness” within the whole of me. As if I was in portions.
I felt both a vulnerability to the space between each fiber and the reassurance of that space being a platform for my awareness to “leap” or shift.
I felt the air bending around each fiber as I passed through it while it seemed too, to be passing through me.
Yet it made no difference to my immediate attention, which was in awe of each fiber being a luminous projectile into a universe of the same.
Still, as though nothing were unfamiliar, it all seemed nonchalant.
And so, I knew then the door had just…opened.
My awareness had shifted.
“Good morning, I am Anya”
The voice was that of an elder woman. As she spoke I instinctively felt a deep sense of assurance. Her voice sounded steady to my ears. Yet her words purged through me in waves and ripples. It was as if this way, I had the uncanny sensation of seeing her image as weathered, like old stone, aged of one hundred years in the hot desert sun.
Gradually I noticed a scene forming. It was not until then; I noticed that I seemed to be floating near the top of the tepee, twenty feet above the ground, looking out to the sky world. I must have noticed the spiraling smoke like a mist on the backdrop causing me to see.
Great stone mountains took shape in the smoke. Desert like tundra and dry weather plants formed on the earth’s floor far below the cavernous openings in stone..
Just as this was occurring, the old woman spoke.
“The Himalaya’s, this is where I am from. This is where we are now”.
I was confused and let her know, as I thought for sure, I was in my tepee.
“We are in your tepee. Yet you must remember that you are also now in the second attention. You have assembled your awareness on a location of ‘seeing’ consciousness outside of your normal state of awareness.
Consciousness is the foundation from which all locations are borne. Just as rock, plant, animal, you and I, even the air… everything is consciousness. Here in the second attention there is no differentiation of that consciousness. You are able to see that consciousness is a series of pulsations, emanating out of itself, a gestalt of energy, that even in the case of your normal state of awareness, where you must make that differentiation, is still only consciousness. Consciousness is the only way of perceiving the various forms of conscious reality.
Consciousness as you know it, in your normal state of attention, is highly specialized in that it allows you to perceive a three dimensional world. Yet there is also a highly specialized purpose in that,(consciousness) must maintain cohesion to the physical experience. All this “creative personality” of consciousness arises out of itself for the purpose of its own evolution. So as you see not everything is black or white without first being neither."
Everything the old woman was telling me resonated deep inside of me. Without hesitation I understood and familiarized myself with each word she spoke.
I was reminded that consciousness is “All There Is” and in the infinite score of evolution, consciousness writes the play through our chosen experience relative to action/reaction, on the stage of our physical experience.
I familiarized myself with the idea that everything is only one force and that one force, before and after our differentiation and identification is still only consciousness.
Before the return to my normal state of attention, the old woman once again told me her name was “Anya”. She shared with me how to summon her using this name.
She reminded me that the sky world was a window to scry the truth.
She told me that by looking, one could see consciousness darting too and fro, reflecting light off its tiny molecular parts, forming a present body of information that may be relevant to the onlooker, while if so, beneath any relevance, was pure consciousness simply expressing evolution.
Peace on your Journey, Kris