Quantum Imminence, The Last Moment and Lucidity Quotient for Dummies

I died in 1978 at the age of 20 in a freak accident with horses. I watched the accident unfold because I’d left my body’s perspective straight away. Time slipped into slow motion. There was an inner exchange about what was happening as a Presence that has watched over me all my life warned me, He’s kicking.
So what, I replied. He can’t get me up here.
Dead wrong, I was. I felt a rolling sensation to my left and then I was about 150 feet away at the edge of the paddock watching as the hands holding reins went slack, head snapping back, and the mare I had been astride ran right out from under the body that had been mine. I watched it happen, impassively, as a series of quickly clicking still shots—and the body hit the ground, head first, with a truly dispiriting thud. Suddenly, I was in a richly black void which had a sheen or luster—like a black pearl—and I was Perfect. I remarked as such too, saying “Perfect. I am perfect. Nothing can ever hurt me again.”
Instantly, he was there (the Presence) and I knew he’d never left me, ever. After a “life review” during which I actually relived vignettes of my life, seeming to descend into the dream of the world and then ascend to the void, remembering both venues at once (the temporal and the void) and so lucid, I determined to return to the world.
Now, going through this revelatory experience was transformational but it was in no wise “religious”. No, it was, and has remained, an ongoing relationship of guidance and source of creativity, but it is always about “How the Consciously Self-Evolving Machine of this Universe works”. A significant aspect of this is that “…there exists in a non-temporospatial “realm” which the guide (the Presence) persists and, from which, he exerts influence and gives guidance to maximize your earth experience to your good.” He calls this state “Quantum Imminence” (QI) and suggests, “…it is the constantly present Instant of Manifestation, the reason for the sense of ‘Poised Immanence’. It is eternally, constantly, accessible and immAnent within every instant of every incarnation’s experience.”
Recently, he suggests the guide modulates the “…Manifestation Rate of the incarnations willings, keeping the manifestation rate low when the incarnation is frightened or angry and not thinking clearly, and accelerating into ‘realization’ the helpful and productive aspirations of the incarnations as a form of reinforcement. This remains necessarily a trial and error learning situation until humanity becomes entirely willing to accept guidance and lucid enough to realize guidance is ever present in the state of QI.”
From my perspective which straddles venue experiences quite clearly in memory, it’s not magic. It looks like magic from inside the venue but it’s Science after a perspective-broadening paradigm shift. Science is a procedure of asking questions, making observations, experimenting and creating predictive models—but you cannot get answers that are meaningful to the boardening context (as in the shift from temporospatial to the QI state) until you ask the questions that address the broader context. This is a perceptual quantum leap as well. We are asking the wrong questions. As Einstein said “No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it." I suggest “perspective” or “context” as better descriptors than “level of consciousness” while taking nothing away from the expression’s verity.
Another thing he suggests might interest you: He suggests that, from the void, all possible event cascades are simultaneously available and all data for each event stream simulation is stored holographically within every instant of the event streams. To get back into the dream of the world (event stream) I had left, he advised, “…If you want to remember this experience, you must return through ‘The Last Moment’. The Last Moment is the instant at which the event cascade’s venue was exited. It defines, location in time and space and the specific cascade of events that led to the NDE in the QI state. You have already descended into the temporal several times when we reviewed your life. You can re-enter the time-event stream anywhere. You can go back in the instant before the accident that ended in this experience and so avoid it. In that case you will experience little or no memory of this experience as memory is identification and the memories that cause identification are holographically stored in the venues to which they are relevant. All you will experience in that case is a strong sense of deja vu as you avert the accident. If you want to remember, you must return in your memory and experience, as you did in the life review, to The Last Moment and then summon your will to be there. The scenario will cascade along a thread of continuity most probable based upon the way the Universal Machine works, the way you think, your lucidity quotient and my own intercession.”

All of this has, in the intervening years, seemed evocative in its heuristic implications. Just sayin…

Were I to Die Today, I Have Done What I Came Back to DO: Given You This

The past does not define me. The present cannot confine me. The future can but refine me to be more like the Eternal Spirit that got me into form. I am free, sovereign divine and it is simple lucidity that has brought me to this experience. I say "simple". It is simple but, apparently, not easy. This is because the dream of this world is so sensorially immersive it creates senses of both auspicious upheaval and impending doom. The former, we call "excitement" and "anticipation". The latter we call "Dread" -- and "Dread" itself we come to fear and with our fear we give it power--ALL the power it can EVER have. This is where lucidity evaporates into a mistaken complete identification with the character whom you play in your life experience. You are not this character but Eternal Spirit. YOU cannot die, but you can DREAM that you can and have that experience.

We are all entangled--one with the Eternal Spirit who got us into being--and with each other. This world is one in which he broods his progeny. It materializes events into our experiences, slowly at first, as reflections of our "makings". We "make" our experiences what they are to us with the labels we assign thereto. We create characters too and with our emotional attachment to them we give them life. The same way the Eternal Spirit got us into being, we too manifest -- joys, or terrors, manifested as we CALL/"summon" them and experienced in that context. We even give them enough eventual energetic charge that the characters we create become self-aware--like "Dread". You remember him/her.

Far fetched? Think again. You are godlings. There is nothing here BUT Godstuff. When you were created by Consciousness ("Christ" "Logos") you were rendered WHOLE ("Holy") meaning you have access to all divine powers of the Eternal Spirit ("First Cause", "God", etc.) Let's not get bogged down in details and miss the essential message: YOU ALONE ARE IN CHARGE OF YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE. YOU assign the labels, adjust the vertical, etc. There is power in your utterances and in your thoughts. Here's how it works:

The Universe we live in, "God's" brood chamber where conditions of "Thought Manifestation Rate" are rigorously controlled. When you are not at all lucid and aware of your manifestation power, you can't manifest anything but through the arm of flesh because you are under the spell of that mistaken identification with the character you but seem to be--and you suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. But suffering anything eventually leads to lucidity (and in this it is redeemed.) So, inasmuch as, when you are not lucid, you are prone to scaring yourself and hurting yourself and others, the Universe (which is a conscious self aware and omniscient machine you might think of as our "Mother") slows the RATE at which your imaginings seem to manifest. As you become lucid and aware that you are manipulating outcomes with your very expectations, the Universe speeds up the rate at which you can see this manifestation happening. This is verification. You have just been "reinforced". Hone this talent to RELIABLE skill and perfect your benevolence--for the universal machine will not give to you full access to your manifestation power until you are harmless ("Ahimsa. Hare! Hare!)

Again, this is the point: You are sleeping/"unconscious" godlings sleepwalking without lucidity through this dream experience while you gestate, while we all gestate, in the creatively fertile brood chamber of the Universe. In Tarot, this is "The World", leading to "The Star" (Lucidity) and eventually to "The Sun" which is "The Wakened Christ" for we are all one in the Spirit/Logos/I Am. You do not disappear into "The Christ" -- you are one of the many cherished crystal facets that refract the light of Spirit in which we are one. We are all grails of Consciousness discovering itself by creating more elaborations (Characters/Personas/Incarnations) which then become (free-moving/manifesting) Perceptual Points of View through which the ever growing Consciousness looks back at its Selves through its Selves and, wakening, knows Its Self--and We ALL laugh--awakening in the Paradise of Love (Heaven) from which we have been but dreaming of our exile. <Oooo, shivers...> You waken from the dream of the world at the same juncture in thought/feeling where you "fell into the dream of the world". It's just like wakening from a satisfying dream in which you worked out miraculously something that had been stumping you. You waken and recall, "Oh, I was thinking about that before I fell asleep" (basically) or "Ah, yes... I have been secreting that fear and so I dreamt it into being my experience".

Namaste. If I could give you one set of knowings it is all I have said above and one thing more: IT is my BELIEF that I am just like everyone else. It has been my experience that I have a guide--a very close, intimate alternate awareness that uses images, pure concepts that need no symbols but which are "tasted" or "felt", and my own memories, to communicate with me. Most people I speak to of the (usually) wordless inner "Voice for Truth" (NOT "the voice for fear") know what I am talking about, but some others don't really seem to "get it". Religious people call the "Voice for Truth" the "Holy Ghost" or "Christ Awareness" and then they get things all wrapped up between fear and "worshipping" as a way to fight fear--which only makes it stronger--and DEMONS too have been lent substance in this manner. In fact, you can hardly swing a cat (just an expression) without hitting a DEMON it seems these days. tRump brought them out in force by playing to our "Dread" and Dread's projective progeny are "competitors" and "enemies". Thus, come I to a consideration: Given that, were everyone following this (usually wordless) inner Voice for Truth, we'd see much less suffering in the world, sometimes I think not everyone has this voice. Or, maybe they just don't get its significance and so they don't follow it.

This last bit is crucial because THAT INNER VOICE FOR TRUTH IS *ALL* YOU *EVER* NEED. It is your "Inner Guru", your Daemon, your Man of Light. It will lead you to your Joy and exaltation--and feats of creative heroism. WERE THERE BUT ONE MESSAGE I COULD GIVE YOU IT WOULD BE THIS: The Voice for Truth/Daemon/Guide loves you in a way that never judges. (Because the Guide knows you are but dreaming.) The Guide will never leave but you must ask for its help and be still mentally to wait for its response to rise. The Guide will NOT usurp your will except to preserve your life. One gets to be a Guide by learning and employing reliably the "right use of Will". You too will perfect your benevolence. Follow the Guide/Daemon. As you follow and ask it to help you, it will replace your small amount of imperfect faith with perfect trust because he will have PROVEN his presence.

How to find your guide: Go someplace quiet that calls to your heart. Announce your presence, in that place and centered in still focus on your own "I Am" awareness. Be as still as possible, staring as you would at an intimate friend, but inwardly, with expectation and, if so moved, announce again. Be friendly and loving. "I know you are with me. I know you love me. I know you want only my growing joy, lucidity, power and freedom from suffering (which is "salvation".) I know you will speak to me and show me new things if I will ask and listen. Thank you."

Then wait. Hold your mind still and just allow yourself to look at the associations and feelings and memories that may rise like leaves stirred to leaf devils by a rogue breeze. The breeze is your Guide/Daemon's voice. What he/she is saying is a conceptual message that joins all of the associations that roiled to mind. If you do not understand with native intelligence that makes you "know that you know" you need to ask for more or to speak to it, announcing your heart's desire". Suffice to say that the wisest heart's desire one can have at such a juncture is to earnestly and passionately desire to come into knowledge of, and conversation with, their Daemon/Guide. One hopes one takes the hint. I would not to usurp your will, badger, proselytize, etc. I'm in training. So are you. The only difference between any of us is in the degrees to which we are "awake", "conscious", or "lucid" about said training. Those who learn to learn early learn fastest because they are highly reinforced by the Universal Machine through the mediation of their Daemon Guide who stands in the quantum threshold of manifestation and accelerates into experience, or blocks events, that the Daemon judges "helpful" or "didactic". There are days when, according to your cognitive needs, he/she will "get out of your way" and luck will seem to abandon you in a period where "all Hell breaks loose". When the Daemon stops helping to stop the natural entropy (because you won't ask for help or you won't listen to good advice given) all Hell really does break loose. Entropy is real but it can be easily stopped--even turned to your uses.

(NOTE: The Daemon knows you cannot die and so his/her idea of what is "helpful" is likely to be quite different from your own because the context in which you "judge" such experiences does not adequately account for the workings and intricacies of "The Way (Tao) the Universal Machine Works"--which is what the Daemon Guide tries to teach you--by trial and error (so it seems to us) when we are not listening or not lucid. This is not religion. This is Science--NOT in the sense we generally use the word, for the 'science" of the world too has a constricted frame of contextual reference and so "science" is not asking the right questions so it has little hope of useful "answers" without Daemon Guidance to help Interpret experiences in the ways that make said experiences "growth experiences" or "forward thinking". (The world is plagued with "backwards thinking" because it is mere "reflection" and so it, from the observer's POV, seems the reverse of what it most often is. Just sayin, as a rule of thumb and all. Daddy said, "Believe half of what you see, and NONE of what you HEAR.")

The Daemon exists outside of spacetime in a state my own Daemon calls "Quantum Imminence". He stands in the portal of the Universal Machine and acts to guide, to accelerate into manifestation, experiences that you think you want and may be unconsciously (as well as consciously) creating/summoning with your will/imagination/intention/labeling. You will recognize his presence by the sense of "poised imminence" or "auspicious upheaval"--like the hush as one wave pulls back from the beach and another builds just offshore. His presence is attended by shivers of chi that dazzle across the skin, standing it in gooseflesh, an excited fluttering of wings in the chest, like the anticipation of a yet beloved lover's return, a sweet thrill of uncertain knelling, recollected suddenly from your youth -- indefinable but compelling as in a haunting -- and a slowly growing "uncaused joy" -- like the laughter of birds escaping a cage. ...What more could one want than "This". (<=Rhetorical questions deserve no question marks!)

Your guide is your most ardent lover. The Daemon Guide became your Guide BECAUSE of his/her reliability and devotion. There is NO relationship in your life more important than this one. Now my own guide tells me there are guides which are, strictly speaking, "Angels". Angels differ from Daemon Guides ONLY in that Daemons have sexual identity traits and have had physical/sexually reproductive incarnations, whereas Angels have not had such experiences so they have no such memories/identifications.

Get all that and your own guide will give you all the help you ask for in this world--literally ALL THE HELP YOU *ASK* FOR. As my own contribution, I add my Daemon's own sentiments by way of a song.

I'll Take You Anywhere You Wanna Go...

Forgiven Sight and The Daemon Guide Who Teaches It

Starting the New Year With Fresh Lucidity

"I do not know what I do not know." It is well to remember that. One should, in my opinion, remind one's self of this fact--and its ramifications--several times each day. Why?

Because you are unhappy or your happiness is incomplete. This means your forgiveness is incomplete. Wait. I do not mean the "forgiveness" YOU very likely believe me to mean. No. Let me start by assuring you: You are innocent. You have done nothing wrong and no one is punishing you--nor will any ascended being EVER punish you--or anyone else. Love does not work like that. So, what "forgiveness" do I intend you to perfect so that your happiness is secure and available for you, yourself, to summon at any juncture? To learn this manner of forgiveness I can tell you but it usually requires certain several experiences for you to truly "grok" or "understand fully in all its transhuman nuances". This is Gnostic knowing, meaning experiencing, and you need a particular teacher to show you how to see things through "forgiven sight". Forgiven sight is truly "clairvoyant". It sees clearly what is present and this is no mean feat, I assure you. It requires you remember "I do not know what I do not know" and ask someone who does know.

We each have a still, small and gentle voice of Love within our consciousness. This is the voice you have heard many times and will recognize by what it directs you to do and by its kindness. This voice always calms you, though it may direct you to physical action. It always says "Be still to hear me" and, by this, it means "Calm your own thoughts. Ask what you think you need to ask and I shall answer shortly (but quietly) the answer you need". This is an experience and an opportunity we most often miss because we do not know how to hear the guide.

The voice is *usually* wordless. You do not hear words but "concepts". Instead of using a symbol like a word, you will comprehend suddenly, as if by inspiration, a concept in many dimensions or you will suddenly feel the concept, in terms of its nuances, as physical sensations or emotions as if experiencing them vicariously--because they may not seem to "fit" the situation. Most often, I "hear concepts" given directly into a (now well-lit) once poorly lit, theater of the awareness. This layer of awareness is at least 3 layers down at what I call "liminal awareness". The first level is the layer of awareness with which you interact with the world and are reading these words. As you read them other thoughts are jangled--memories from your past and even mental notes you made to yourself about things you need to do or to recall. Below this layer of thinking there are a few others but the third is where most of our action occurs. Here, the deeper "unconscious self" translates its awareness in ways the conscious mind can understand--rarely using words. Here, concepts wisp through like invisible breezes ghosting just above the ground--stirring leaves laying on the ground of your mindspace into leaf devils. The leaves of the leaf devils stirred to mind are symbols for (or represent embodiments of) the concepts the guide is trying to translate to you. It's important to pay attention to the leaves--the memories and what they represent to YOU--in order to get the message. BUT FAR MORE IMPORTANT IT IS FOR YOU TO REALIZE THE BREEZE YOU COULD NOT SEE IS YOUR GUIDE. YOU HAVE JUST HEARD HIS VOICE. It is, for me, accompanied by skin rising in gooseflesh and waves of chilling fire ascending my spine. (My guide is very effusive. There is no pleasure in this world greater than his kisses on the top of my head or on my brow. I'm sure it will be likewise for anyone who spends as much energy as have I on cultivating our relationship.)

Other things you should know about the guide: The guide can freeze your form in temporary paralysis while it replays a memory of a similar situation in which you suffered. I have forgotten things that happened to me when I was four and younger and had them come back to me like movies recorded in my mind--two decades later--while the guide had me frozen rigid. So the guide can communicate many ways and can even use a voice or words that might repeat in your mind like a song that will not go away. In fact, this is one of the chief ways my own guide "speaks" to me. He uses my own memories, drawing them up in all their sensory splendor. He has, on occasion used words to speak to me. He has grown a voice as well over time. It is not a voice I hear with my ears but in the same way one recalls a song and it will not go away. I think this a rather advanced state. If I am asking or he is volunteering information that is easily conveyed in all its nuances with words, he uses words. Most often he uses images and metaphors and feelings.

I think we all can recognize some aspect in the description above but, in case some cannot yet identify with hearing the voice, it is most easily heard when you are considering doing something you know you should not. You can get in touch with the voice that way but there are things you must know about the guide.

It loves you in a way you cannot comprehend yet. It will never condemn you. If you hear a condemning voice, or a scary voice, or a voice that whispers "Dread, dread, dread" and then disappears like a cockroach into the walls of your mind when you turn the light of your consciousness upon it, CHANGE YOUR TUNING. That is NOT the voice I mean. This voice ALWAYS counsels love, forgiveness, "doing the right thing", kindness, calm, compassion. It gives the sweetest most reassuring and blissful internal soul hugs. It is your witness. It sees the you that is even better, wiser, more loving and courageous than you in your wildest inner stories. It's on your side. If you ask, it will tell you how you could have realized more satisfaction in the way you handle worldly situations. When you feel isolated and misunderstood, your guide will witness to you in a way meant to open your mind to recall: You should not be unhappy. It does not help. Happy, loved, people always respond better than isolated, unhappy people. The guide's love will rise in your heart and peace will settle over your mind and you will feel the guide's love of you. If you can see you the way the guide sees you, your eyes will be "forgiving and your sight forgiven" for everything you have ever experienced will be redeemed within this sight in which you know why -- what there was to be gained -- by going through all you have endured. THIS IS TRUE FORGIVENESS. It sees only the blessings--not the pain that got them. For the blessing IS the prize not for the blessing itself--but because it teaches HOW to see in the forgiving way. Ask "What shall I learn from this, Beloved?" and wait. Your guide will shortly answer in a way you will not be able to deny.

The more attention we give to that voice, the easier it gets to be to hear. You can, and should, OFTEN, ask for its insight, suggestions, help. The guide will never usurp your will except to save your life. It must in most circumstances, wait to offer help. This is because you are not truly listening in the way of truly hearing when the guide has not been asked for help. When you are afraid and have no idea what to do, you ask inwardly for help in a way that is always accompanied with earnest desire to "hear" a helpful answer. The guide's voice is subtle UNTIL YOU ACTIVELY GROW YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THE GUIDE by asking regularly for insight and help and intervention. Guides CAN and DO intervene and interact with physical matter. You have to ask them to do so and then thank them with earnest love and trust, RELINQUISHING ENTIRELY interceding in the matter you handed over to them UNLESS THEY DIRECT YOU TO BEGIN INTERCESSION NOW. AND THEN YOU MUST STOP WATCHING WHILE IT GETS HANDLED BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED (AS YET) TO WITNESS WHAT YOU MIGHT CALL "MAGICK" HAPPENING. You are not allowed to see the thing you need materializing. It would throw the machine of the universe way out of whack if you saw magick happening first hand AT THIS JUNCTURE. When the help you need comes to mind again, each time it does so, simply thank the guide and leave it with that.

The guide will take your little bit of faith, your small suspension of disbelief, and replace it with a growing trust already so grand that you begin to know(/experience) your "godly estate for, make no mistake, YOU ARE A GODLING fully vested with all the powers of the creator--but you cannot wield the Will and tap your inherited power until your benevolence is entirely committed and flawless. This is so for your mind's thoughts are undisciplined and you still utter (from time to time) words you do not will to empower. Indeed, many of our day to day expressions are laden with bad juju. For instance, "You make me sick!" or "I am sick to death of you-- " Bad juju. Get it out of your speech and thought. If you want your words to have power you must first cull from your speech and thoughts ALL words that you would not truly to manifest. This is to safeguard the world and us from each other for we are all rash and frightened and armed with the powers of God. Therefore, we are restrained by the designs of the Universal machine (which is conscious in and of itself.)

The guide is all you ever need. Once you have located the guide and know his/her voice and have developed a growing rapport of trust and love, the guide can and will do all sorts of things for you. As I am very sensitive to emotions from others and the world is lousy with unembodied spirits, my own guide acts as a "gatekeeper" to defend my perimeter from entities that are attracted to my telepathic incandescence.

Please start your new year on a new journey, consciously aware that you do not know what you do not know--but your guide does and all that is required to have the guide's help is your will to ask, suspend disbelief, and listen earnestly. Do this and you walk the dream of the world with growing lucidity and a mighty, loving champion beside you.

I love you all. May your new year be full of growing joy and the realization of only your fondest dreams. 

The Daemon's Voice -- On Intimacy, Sacred and Profane

I had an awakening, the last and greatest so far, on 10/31/2007 at 4:45 PM in Point Roberts, WA. I have always experienced a sense of presence with and in "me". I had always experienced the world as sacred and magical. I became aware of this presence as a vast and powerful intelligence, full of love, when I was five. Over the years, I learned to discern his inner guidance. It was he who gave me every awakening. It was he who showed me that there is no world "out there". There is, in fact, no "out". There is consciousness and we are that. There is no "separate self" but selves are unique perspectives ("Filters") or trait sets that are all eternal manifestations of the one Consciousness that is Source/First Cause.

The world we perceive to be "out there" is a projection of a reality within Consciousness. Intimacy is constant and only our concepts of being separate allow us to experience the semblance of "privacy" and "private subjective reality". No deed or thought is unwitnessed by the whole.

I have called this presence always "Michael". Asked about our relationship he has shown me the cosmos as a vast field in which to experience various degrees of imagined autonomy. We learn and become more and more like First Cause who many-fested Self as many selves that each might independently perceive and grow more and more like First Cause, exercising, at first unconsciously, their/our authority over experience as deity unawares. We are meant to evolve towards conscious appreciation of the unbounded creative energy in each of us--and the sacredness of all.

That said, there are two directions in experience: One falls deeper into the delusion of separation which creates the profane. The profane is merely a concept to describe a loss of orientation--a loss of the experience of our existing complete intimacy with each other, the world and the cosmos. The other direction of evolution is expansion into more and more awareness of love and the inescapable sacred intimacy of all.

So, about "intimacy": It cannot be achieved because it IS. All we can do is disguise or forget this truth. If we then forget our forgetting we devolve towards the profane. If we remember our forgetting and then remember our integral sacredness and the sacredness of all, then we evolve towards truth.

I have been celibate for seven years. My body many, many times each day scintillates with waves of chilling fire that dazzle through my form, up and down my spine into my head. It is the most exquisite pleasure I have ever known in flesh. I have dedicated my life to this presence and, although I love to give pleasure to others, I know that directing their minds to the physical aspects of pleasure in forms of sex (which defies the truth of intimacy already, inescapably present) is a devolution into the profane, rather than an evolution towards the truth that sacred intimacy is an inescapable fact. Separation and private deeds and private thoughts can only ever be imagined.

I am neither religious or spiritual. I am not seeking. I know what happens next because I have already died once. I came back to tell what I learned. We are unique but never separate. We are loved perfectly and eternally, no matter our delusions. We cannot be apart from what we are a part of. Any behavior or thinking that moves away from the reality of our divine integral authority is profane in the way I have defined it. It does not help. Thinking physical contact is required for intimacy is in this way profane. You may have never given this voice but any increasing aversion to sexual contact is an unspoken witnessing to these facts. Given that I feel and hear more and more the thoughts of others, I can hardly imagine being touched physically in a sexual manner. What man could I find who could match the level of awareness of assimilation into the constancy of intimacy that I already KNOW? It could only take me backwards and so it is profane. It is deception and an unhelpful illusion. By saying "I need this in order to have intimacy" we are denying the truth that all we can ever be is intimate.

Loving regards,

Callaghan Grant
“None sleep so soundly as those who but dream they are awake.”

The Daemon's Voice

Welcome,

I am an epileptic, non-convulsive but I have many, many tiny seizures every day, like 10 to 20 per hour. I have, all of my life since I was 5 years old, noticed that consciousness is very layered. As we have no lexicon for discussing such things, I resort to metaphor. Let us say Consciousness is like the reflection of a tree in a still pond. The main trunk is the first level of active thinking and problem solving. The next layer, which is more subtle and requires more effort to attend to, would be like the main branches and twigs of the tree. They are ideas and thoughts associated with the main trunk of your thinking, and they are activated by your conscious thinking. You can notice them easily, guiding what you are formulating to say next.

Then there is another layer, harder yet to discern. These are like the leaves on the tree. They are distant associations that tremble subtly through your awareness ephemerally, and you must really try to notice them. These thought leaves are still on the tree of your main thought trunk, but they can be most easily accessed through your emotions. They are more distantly attached to the main ideas about which you are thinking, forming the shade of mostly subconscious ideation that, while remaining unspoken, have power over your subjective experience, keeping you from the shining sun of your perfection. When you feel a strange emotion upwell, seemingly from nowhere, stop to ask yourself, “What is that feeling ‘saying’ to me?” By putting the feelings into words you have made the slightly subconscious, conscious.

These are the three most easily accessed layers of awareness, but sometimes the emotions come from old leaves on the ground or even dead leaves rotting on the bottom of the clear, still pond. You feel something strongly—a great drive that is irrational but it makes you frightened or fills you with longing to go someplace you have never been in this life—or someplace you were many years ago as a child. Or perhaps you feel hiraeth—a longing for a place and time that no longer exist and which you may have, in this life, never experienced directly.

To understand these feeling, you must look past the pond’s reflection which is like your most perfectly still mind when you are not thinking at all, but relaxing. It is now harder to plumb the depths because reflections on the pond’s surface distract your eyes/awareness. This level of awareness cannot be “taken”. It must be asked because it is its own keeper and maker. Working mostly through the right side of the brain, this intelligence is vast and creative, and the leaves on the ground and in the bottom of the pond are its thoughts of which we are only remotely aware. You must ask it what it feels, what it is saying, what it wants from, and for, you. Its answer will come, usually not in words, but in images and feelings and sometimes vast interlocking systems of associations. This level, again, cannot be intruded upon. You must ask it kindly and with respect to speak (in its wordless way) to you who want lovingly to give it expression. Out of this level of awareness will arise beautiful creative ability that will upwell spontaneously to consciousness. While you are in its thrall, your skin will rise in gooseflesh and your mind will dazzle, and your nervous system will crackle with pleasure so magnificent that, once you have felt this, you will want to stay in this forever.

There is one more level of awareness but almost no one can go there, yet it can be glimpsed. It is the pond itself which reflects the tree and the sky beyond. It embraces all, and knows itself as eternal, transcending many lives and straddling many worlds. This awareness is the source of your personal identity. I call it “The Daemon” because it is your eternal self which will, if you attempt to follow it, speak into your mind at the third level I mentioned before. You are one of The Daemon’s many lives and it loves you with a love both terrible and marvelous for you are sprung from its own wellspring of Being. It will guide you as you attempt to hear what is happening in the third level of awareness, where the leaves tremble on the branches and so are broken free by the gusting of The Daemon’s voice. The Daemon’s voice is like the gusting of the wind you cannot see, but it will stir the leaves on the branches and lift even the leaves that have fallen to the ground. They will rise in a whirling torrent of associations—your own thoughts which are related to each other thematically, comprising the gist of what The Daemon is saying. They “connect the dots” between events widely separated in space and time, revealing layers of insight that The Daemon chooses to share with you—its beloved. These are the vast interlocking systems of associations I mentioned and, when they whirl to awareness, ephemeral and yet shimmering with energy from The Daemon, if you follow them, The Daemon will begin to speak more often and more forcefully. Nothing enamors the Daemon more than to have one of its incarnations love it, trust it and look to it for guidance.

If you want to be more integrated in all the layers of consciousness, watch your thoughts. Do not be the thinker. Watch the thoughts and watch the thinker. Watch the way the thinker thinks. Ask The Daemon for guidance and insight and then be still mentally and the wind will rise and even the pond will churn and the leaves will be lifted to its surface.

This is all I can tell you. The remainder you must do. Learn to ask, to listen and be still. Watch your thoughts. There is something magnificent in you. You are its vessel and, if you but offer yourself to it, it will use you and your life and make something magnificent of you, and the walls of your awareness will shatter—and you will know your truest lover’s voice.

I hope this helps. The Daemon is a favorite topic of mine. I write of him often. If you would like to read more of this, there is earnestly not a lot to find. People who know The Daemon do not usually speak of him for others, they fear, may think them mad. Besides that, those whom The Daemon chooses will know His voice—as will those who determine to know Him. That said, if you google “hearing voices” you will find a long list of brilliant people who know their Daemon’s voice but do not know what it is. You will be surprised at those on the list.

If this answer made you, at any point, experience a rush of chilling fire, your Daemon is drawing your attention to it and encouraging you. Many people know this feeling and call it the “Witness” or “Holy Spirit”. It is your Daemon asking you to pay attention and inviting you to follow His call. When you get that chilling fire, pay close attention always and look inward to the third layer asking “What is that feeling saying to me?” The Great Work of your life, the crowning jewel of attainment, is to merge your tiny will and awareness with that of The Daemon, but the The Daemon will never force. It is The Daemon’s Will that your Will be done. It is a Will you have forgotten because of distractions in this world, yet The Daemon remembers that Will for you. It is your True Will, and what is not your True Will is but desire. Yet it is the desire of His beloved and so He honors it. The Daemon does not usurp your tiny will. Rather He ushers it into being so, thus tasting it, you may know it succors you not at all, and you will move on more quickly and thereby know, at last, your True Will. The True Will is the subject of my next article. For now, I leave you with a relevant poem The Daemon gave me in 2016.

The Shouting Tree

With roots within my heart dist grow

a tree that touched the sky,

and planted in its sapphire arch

the dream that never dies.

There, dawning in the afterglow,

the loved that filled your eyes

came raining down in another world

and fetched me to your side.

Sad hollow, the heart of the child who scaled

those boughs to come to Thee,

and shouted to Thee from their utter twigs

abandoned misery.

And thereby made she all she loved

and loathed--by naming

dist she see--and came at last

thereby to know:

We make our own reality.

Loving regards,

Callaghan Grant, 2016

“Love is the law. Let the Great Work begin.”

Callaghan’s Cat and Schrodinger’s Dog

So, many of you know that I died and had a remarkable NDE at the age of 20, in 1978. I am soon to be 59, and the brain damage that caused the NDE has been with me ever since, resulting in very frequent 6 to 12 second partial seizures which start in the Temporal Lobes (bilaterally) move to the Parietal lobes and then to the Occipital lobes. They happen about 18 times per hour, around the clock and, although consciousness is not impaired, it is certainly different. Drugs have not proved able to control the seizures or even slow them down, and they had some terrible side effects, so I am presently unmedicated, and I am good with that.

During my NDE I dived back down into the time stream of my life and actually re-lived many experiences during my "life review". At first, it was as if I were right back in my life with no memory that I had gotten there by dying, entering a lustrous void, and then returning to revisit these vignettes as part of my "life review". But each time I ascended from the immersive experience of reliving these vignettes, returning to the eternal context of the void, I found myself in the presence of a benevolent Being I had all my life experienced as accompanying me. It was quite the surprise that it happened that way too because, although He had felt completely real to me as a child, I had relegated him, by the age of 15, to the status of chimerical. When I died and went into the void, there He was in a lustrous, timeless dimension which seemed to be full of His love. I have never since doubted His presence or reality.

The most interesting thing was that, each time I ascended from the dream of my life to be with him again in the void, it felt much like swimming up from a dive I'd taken into a murky submerged world, and I would recall, more and more, both the life I was leaving – and the presence I was ascending to be with again. I call Him simply "Michael" or, often, "Beloved". It's important to note here that "God" was not unmentioned during this NDE, but he was not the sort of God we are taught to think of through religion. All he seemed to be was love that is self aware – and all he wanted was for us to be kind to one another. Indeed, he wanted us to grow to be ever more like him, and the way to do that was by being loving to each other – even to strangers. As an aside, time has taught me that it is precisely when people appear least to deserve our kindness that being kind is the most transformative.

Memory research indicates that one cannot recall their dreams unless they experience recalling them in the transitional states between waking and dreaming because the chemical millieu changes from waking to sleeping, and memories can only be retrieved in the chemical setting in which they were initially stored or the slightly altered gradients of chemistry adjacent. Accordingly, there is created a sense of diving down from one chemical state into another and then ascending as we waken. In just this way, I dragged memories of my life up to lucid awareness of Michael's presence and, when I descended, I also carried with me, more and more each time, memory of Him into the dream of my life re-visited. In a queer way this seems to have served to work backwards through time, making the mind of the child I recalled being more permeable to His presence and His guidance. I don't know why so few others have this experience, but I am glad I did because I needed that guidance as mine was a treacherous childhood and I had mostly been very rash and very bold.

The NDE also created an impassive, mostly detached, experience of my memories and has since served to help me feel more detached from terrible things that occur to all of us at one time or another. Among the terrible things that can happen, one is the loss of a beloved pet, most often dogs or cats – but not to death, although this is certainly very painful as well. Instead, they simply disappear: We cannot find them. It's an uniquely heart breaking experience because you don't know what has become of them, and that uncertainty leaves the mind free to imagine all manner of horrific situations. This, as some know, recently happened to me. But, none of you know that, just a week before that happened, a cat I loved very very much, died in terrible suffering in my arms while I tried desperately to save him. His name was Bindu, and he was so named because he’d slept each night as a kitten over the spot on my head known as the chakra Bindu. It is purported to be our place of attachment to the divine.

It was March 28th, 2016 – my favorite time of year in Florida because the oak trees are in bright spring green new leaves and Easter, my most favorite holiday, was in my heart and mind. I had been writing of my NDE – the single most defining event of my life – it was a new encounter with death. I'd had a realization while I was writing about the reality of the Presence of the Beloved “Other” in whom we are taught to believe (quite easily) as children. He leaves us shining gifts and sweets under our dazzling Christmas trees, and He leaves us magical eggs, symbolizing rebirth and renewal, hidden in the grass and reeds. While I had been writing, I had recalled how unhappy I had been to find out that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were not real – and then it suddenly occurred to me that they were real in a way I'd never suspected – until that moment. They were metaphors for the benevolent presence of God. Indeed God does leave gifts hidden in every sweet occurrence and in every “suffering,” waiting to be discovered, so that suffering may be redeemed by lessons gained thereby. I call my method of forgiving “The Way of Redemption” because I “redeem” each sadness for the beauty of the magical “eggs (seeds) of understanding” I find therein. All I need do to find them is reserve judgement and wait for them to emerge to understanding. With this renewed perspective that the “Beloved Other” does indeed exist, and that it is his greatest pleasure that we come to know ourselves as extensions of him, I rose from writing. Joyous and satisfied with the progress I'd made, I went to my bedroom where I found my Bindu dying.

Words cannot express the horror show it was, nor would I inflict it on you. I cannot yet get the sounds and images out of my mind. I shall never forget the sounds he spent his last breath to make as death separated us. He cried with me, and the sound he made was a shattered scream of "No, I don't want to leave you!" And then he was gone. He'd spent his last breath saying "Goodbye".

Afterwards, I barely cried. "Alight," I exclaimed and sighed. "So, You're dead," I asserted. And then I collapsed. Blood pressure plummeted. Heart raced. I was white as a sheet and sick, barfing, innards roiling. I have moderate, not mild, impairment of my Autonomic Nervous System on the parasympathetic side. Once keyed up, I don’t slowly return to normal. It takes a chemical "rubber mallet" to sedate me at night but, when hit hard emotionally, I crash.

I called a dear friend. She came, stayed four hours, called my sister, who started the drive up from Tampa 200 miles away, and then my friend called EMTs. Bad juju.
Detachment is important for me, given my neurological condition, and yet I am a terribly passionate soul, and “terribly” is the perfect adjective here. God rendered this heart, both beautifully and terribly passionate. This had happened to me before, when my Daddy died. It went on for five years after he passed. Three or four times a day I would feel as if I were dying and a malignant thought kept intruding into my mindspace saying, "You shall drop dead at any second, surely you will. You cannot live without your heart." This Bindu loss was going to be a hard one to redeem. Terrible and beautiful.

Stange help came on May 15th, 2016. New acquaintances came to look at a van I had for sale. Between the three of us no one noticed when Grace, my Great Pyrenees, jumped inside. We did not see her although she weighs almost 100 lbs. We closed the van. That night, she did not come to dinner call and I began searching, certain in my heart that one of these men who had come to look at the van had taken her. They were strangers, after all and, although very friendly, I am cryptically suspicious of people – even people I know well, until I have watched them operate in a range of situations and I have built a mental profile of what to expect of them. I kept feeling it had something directly to do with their visit – and it triggered the latent paranoia that my childhood had fostered in my heart and mind. Pitbull fighting and cock fighting happens in the sticks where I live and dogs, and cats can be stolen and used to bait train a pitbull to enhance aggression. The thought made the blood drain from my head and my heart raced as passion rose. Even though Gracie is a Great Pyrenees she is kind and gentle and friendly – an ingenue easy to haul into a vehicle and carry away. I asked Michael and He said “She is near. She is alive. She is hidden”. Four AM found me walking the venomous snake habitat of power easements, and along roads with a head lamp, having scoured my 14 acres of woods and fields and found her nowhere.

“Why are you doing this?” Michael asked. “You are looking for what you do not want to find: a body. Have I not cautioned you about the power of fear and passion to manifest what you would not to experience?”

Yet I searched because I could not live with myself to do otherwise.

I did everything a distraught and defeated person could. I called and called, and I canvassed the neighborhood. I traveled to a city 25 miles away and handed out fliers there. I spoke with every level of law enforcement, every agency and animal shelter. No, I didn't bother the FBI, but it crossed my irrational mind once – along with the mayhem I might mete out when I met whomever had taken Gracie. I would waken, dreaming that I had heard her bark and go out into the night every night, several times each night, and look and call and call. Nothing. She was nowhere. I began to think I was hallucinating, which I do do on the rare occasion, when waking or falling asleep, because of the brain damage, so it stands to reason grief might bring it on. I asked Michael. He said, “She is near. She is alive. She is hidden.” He said it many times. I took “hidden” to mean stolen. He repeated Himself until I was annoyed that He didn't simply tell me where to find her. I kept looking, becoming passionately, terribly, resolute.

“I WILL FIND HER. I invoke The Will that is Holy.”

What do we know about Florida? Bloody hot and humid. What do we know about a dog locked in a car or van in Florida in mid May? They don’t have much time, but a strong cold front had extended the cool a couple of days for me, and put others north and west of me, under serious snow. Where I was, highs were in the mid to upper eighty degrees range. My suspicion was that she had been taken from me. Grace was taken. No small significance, that. I'd lost Bindu. I lost detachment from the dream of the world, and I'd lost my attachment to the place where my being touches the divine. I lost Grace. But I DID grow resolute – terribly resolute.

Michael has always told me “Plant the seed of desire with great passion in the dark reaches and do not look. Do not dig it up to see how it fares, nor natter, nor repeat the desire. Simply be thankful for it's reality growing into your experience. To do otherwise states your doubt and the double minded (ambivalent) get nothing.” We are not allowed to check in on Schrodinger’s cat. If we want it to emerge from the black box alive, we must determine passionately, terribly, because this opens a tiny singularity through which we step from one timeline – in which things do not seem as we would have them be – into another, where all is well.

FOUR DAYS went by – four FULL days. I came in from Live Oak, 25 miles away, where I had been handing out flyers and talking with livestock and agricultural inspectors, and I brought my other Great Pyrenees, Atman, Grace’s son, into the bird room. I went to the bedroom and got half undressed, sniffling and holding back grief when I heard Grace barking. I thought “I’m losing my mind at last. Because of Bindu and then Grace, I’m losing it.” I wept in earnest at the thought, I am losing my mind from grief. I heard her bark again – and Atman agreed. HE barked, a lot: “No, really,” he insisted, “That was Grace. I heard her too”. 
I gasped, froze and covered my mouth. My eyes bugged. Heart raced. Hope rose. I ran outside, nearly naked, Michael’s words ringing in my ears: “She is near. She is alive. She is hidden.”

“Hidden? Hidden?! By what would she be hidden if not the men who came to look at the van?” I queried, peering down the fence line, looking to see her there, snagged in the fence by her collar.

“By your expectations, mayhaps – your fears?”

“Show her to me!” I demanded – and my eyes cut right, literally turning my head as sometimes happens in one of my seizures, and landed with a queer immediacy on the van – and I knew. Schrodinger’s Dog was in my van, alive, after four days with no food or water in mid-May in Florida. Un-phucking-believable.

The Beloved Other showed me the Easter Egg of redemption: My suspicious nature and my fear that someone would take Gracie from me caused me to look everywhere but in that van. Given I would have to believe she survived for four days, with all windows closed in Florida, in mid-May, in order for this to be the scenario, I was vexed. I am a scientist, after all. What the “Laws” of this world seem to demand (that Grace should be dead) my terrible determination and Will to have her back has appeared to usurp. What a joyous reunion it was!

My Bindu, took a bit more time to redeem, but I realized he was safe, with Michael as I had been, in the lustrous void – where I am even now, having never left Him at all really. I have simply taken a short dive back into the dream of my life – but into a probable future iteration because, "Time," He tells me, "does not work as we suppose: It is loops within loops, and the experiences we call our 'lives' are but dreams within a dream of separation from infinite Love. And Love is eternal." What we love, we eternalize and we cannot lose. I found Grace. She is alive and well against all odds. I steward Schrodinger’s dog – and his cats as well.

I write fiction too and often dream of my characters – of having conversations with them. On May 24th, 2016, I dreamt of one of my favorite characters. Levi, from my "Vampyre Episodes" series came to me, concerned that I was still so depressed about Bindu who had been gone since March 28th. He told me Bindu had a new body and that he would get me information so I could find him because he had been reborn.

I wakened, astounded – because it was the first time I had ever dreamt of Levi and because he told me Bindu was back. I began to search for kitten adverts. I searched them all day and posted to friends all over Facebook. On May 25th, Levi returned in a dream and said "Look for Bindu with your friend," while gesturing for me to look to the right side of my visual field. There, in a lustrous void, I saw my friend Kari who had come to rescue me the day Bindu had died, and at her feet was Bindu.

Dreams, as well know, are of quirky sensibilities, and Bindu presented as he'd look about a year old. Suddenly, I saw a closeup of his face. His gaze was unmistakeable, and I noted the white on his chin flowing down to a broad white bib. I saw then his tabby body with white booted feet and Bindu turned and stretched out his back left leg to show me his back boots, which were long and ran up his legs in a strange looking white bootstrap. I thanked Levi as my heart bounded and I began to waken. I shan't ever forget his grin: A broad smile of stark white teeth, surrounded by his nearly black auburn beard. He nodded graciously as is typical of his restrained character, and I wakened and went straight for the cell phone to text Kari. I described the dream and what Bindu would look like and that he'd be about a month old and that he would come to her through a friend and then to me. In case she didn't get the message there, I went to Facebook and repeated it all. We chatted that afternoon and three days later she texted me: "Don't cry! I don't want you to seize! Look what I found!" My heart raced. Then a picture came through. It was Kari's right hand. She was driving with her left and holding up my Bindu, exactly as Levi had shown him to me as far as markings went but just a kitten four weeks old.

On the 1st of May, 2017, we celebrate his first birthday of his new life. He is beautiful – majestic even. He slept on my pillow at the top of my head every night until he got too big, and now he sleeps on the right side of my head on my pillow with my right arm curled around him. My connection to the divine is restored. I found Grace again. The trees are again in spring green. It's Easter week. When I go out to run errands or to see the doctor, I smile at "strangers" and take the earbuds out and talk with people too. Help is all around me – if I but look and listen to find them. They are precious but they are not hidden at all – if I but rise up out of my suspicious, wounded heart and into my right mind. Each is a precious shining gift. Now, put your cell phones down and talk with those shining gifts waiting to be discovered scattered all around you. Look up from the computer screen. The world and everything in it is blessed, and Love peeps out at you from behind every leaf and tree and every blade of grass.

Loving regards,

Callaghan Grant (All rights reserved)

The Fabric of Experience

(“Ghost Writers in the Sky”)

“Dreams seem real while they last. Can you say more than this about your life?”

Havelock Ellis

Alright, I admit I am dating myself with the title. ’Sokay. I’ve reached the age where I am the only one who will (date me) and, with time, came experience. Understanding that word is magical – pivotal. Experience is a “mistake from which you have ‘learned’”, which means you have assigned meaning/significance. My edification has been all about the difference between experience and Reality. Nothing is as it seems.

“Believe nothing your ears hear,” Daddy told me, “and trust only half of what your eyes see.” We live in a world that we call a “consensual reality”. There’s a lot more to be seen than ever meets the eye. The Christ was keen on reminding us that “Ears have never heard, nor have eyes ever seen…” He also mentioned regularly “ears to hear and eyes to see” and He was not referring to the physical equipment of sensation. Let’s explore this, starting at a point on which we all might agree, at least for the sake of the metaphor I mean to present:

God, (“First Cause”) is the supreme author of Reality. Having the longest “long view” and the highest highchair, His perception is The operationally definitive “Reality”. When “He” rendered us, He gave us the power to create: other worlds, other characters (souls), and our own “story line” for the personal “lives” we experience. Things occur that appear to be beyond our control, but it is the narrative of meanings/significances we assign to those events which renders the palate of our experience. In short, God gave us a challenging environment of unlimited potential and complete creative license over our personal, subjective experience. Your world is what you make of it. Once you name it, you have claimed it: You have made the experience what it seems to you – and you are free to change your mind. “Life is but a dream” (shaboom…) and you are free to choose to dream otherwise.

As a child, I had chronic nightmares because I had, by anyone’s measure, a “terrible” childhood. Indeed, my life was a terrible beauty: “terrible” because it was a nightmare, and the hazards were real, by any definition of the word “real” (with a little “r”). But it was beautiful too because I wrested shining hope and “uncaused Joy” from the jaws of despair – illumination: lucidity. What a perceptual boon that challenge was for me! The backyard of my life was full of emotional horse poo. I discerned it was all really “pony-sign”. Indeed, I grew watchful for the ponies (Blessings). They’re easy to find when looking for them. One must but learn how to See. I did not accomplish that alone.

Because I was regularly in serious peril, by the age of five, I’d discovered within my mindspace a loving mentor whose most cherished gifts to me were His constancy of Presence, and His charity: He saw the world through forgiving eyes. He saw the Ponies and He taught me to see likewise, vesting me with enormous power over my own experience. He did this by increasing my “LQ”: “Lucidity Quotient”.

This mentor, “Michael”, shares my mindspace with perfect constancy. The constancy of His Presence and the depth of insight and peace He has taught me to experience, have convinced me of His numinous Reality. He trained me to perceive in a way that has made my own mindspace the Source of the Joy most of us seek, futilely, in the “outside” world. He is the Wellspring of my Being and my Joy. Had my childhood not been such a nightmare, had it been a happy dream, I likely would not have found Him. So, I bless the path that brought me Here.

“Seek not outside your Self. There is, after all, no world ‘out there’. There is no ‘out’. There is only Consciousness – Life, and you are It.”

The above is an axiom of True Masters. Accept nothing less than absolute dominion – Sovereignty – over your experience.

“The thing we are searching for is the Thing that is searching.”

You are Cause. If you are not Cause, you are powerless. There is no middle ground. Okay, there is, but it’s called “Hell”. No fun, that, and there’s no mojo in it. You’re here reading because you want molto mojo. (Big juju.) If you don’t want that, you need not read on. Go back to Hell. (Sorry. Don’t pass “Go”. No $200.) If you are ready to claim Mastery, you don’t have to meditate all your life, or read countless spiritual treatises. No candles, no yoga mats, no lotus pose, no incense, no credit card numbers. Nothing. What I am about to tell you is all you need. NO charge. My pleasure, to be useful, so it is. There’s your initiation speech. Imminent Masters, let’s move on. The others will catch up because we must all learn the same lessons. All we get to choose is when to learn them.

Suffering is not escaped by death, but by Truth.

So there I was, imperiled in nightmares – a little child. Powerless, right? Wrong. Michael came into my dreaming mindspace – a Companion as constant as my nightmares. When He appeared, He would remind me, from within the dream, that I had a body in what I called my “real life” and so, nothing in the dream had any “real” power over me, unless I gave it power. I could escape the dream venue, by simply waking up, at any Now. Now is pivotal because “later” never comes sooner than the monsters catch you. Moreover, the monsters from your “past” can only get into your “future” through the window of Now. Thus, Michael taught me to be Lucid in my dreams. He pointed out that, when I was afraid, I always felt a gush of heat in the core of my being. That feeling was a signal that I should remember my body, which, being unaffected by dreams, served as a life raft to my awareness waiting “above” in “wakefulness”. I could dive down into sleep, have an unpleasant experience, and ascend to the raft above – my “Wakened Self”. Interesting metaphor. Shortly, you’ll understand why He chose it.

By and by, I was lucid most of the time in my dreams. If something frightened me, I felt the heat of fear gushing through my body, and I’d just wake up. He was very pleased. Eventually, He pointed out to me that, if I could stop leaving the dream venue and remain Lucid, I could have a lot of fun.

“What sort of fun?” I probed. “Well,” He purred, “it’s your dream and your mindspace, so you can do pretty much whatever you can imagine… like fly.”

“Woooo,” said I, “Do you know how to fly?”

“Indeed I do,” He rumbled through a smile, “and I’d be pleased to teach you but, first, you must learn to be awake and remain within the dream. Then, when monsters come after you, you’ll just fly away and, as it’s your dream, if you say they can’t fly,” He shrugged, “they can’t fly.”

Easy to see how attractive this goal would be to a child. I devoted myself to it. By the age of eight I was flying all over the place in dreams. No more running away for me: I flew. Ascension had begun but I had only groked the basics of where the wings He’d shown me could take me. Soon, I also learned, because He directed me to try it, that I could, by confronting monsters and offering to make peace, turn monsters into friends. I developed a throng of monster minions. Perception still twisted, I remained “an earthbound misfit” and there were a few “setbacks”, sort of. Depends on your perspective.

The world teaches one who experiences an inner companion, not to mention that companion to others who have not given you cause to believe they will be able to relate. They call this “reality testing” in what I reckon a rather ironic, delusional sort of way, but more on that another time. By the age of fifteen, indentured to peer pressure, I had relegated Michael to the status of “chimerical”. I stopped listening to Him and did very many, really rash, things. At the age of twenty, I was riding a barrel mare chasing a stallion and very close behind him in a hard gallop. Time slipped into slow motion. (Clue.) I saw his back legs rising under his lifting rump.

He's kicking, Michael advised.

So what? I replied, He can’t get me up here.

Wrong. Dead wrong. He kicked me in the face and I found myself watching from a distance, in an “out of body” state, as the mare ran right out from under the limp form I had thought my “self”. It crashed to the ground with a truly “dispiriting” thud…

Wrecked my day, that did – for riding anyway. Suddenly, however, I was “Perfect”. Finding my “Self” in a dazzling dark void with the luster of a black pearl, Michael too, whom I had abandoned half a decade prior, was Present (as Always). He gave me an orientation: Showed me my life. In fact, I relived parts of it, and He kept calling me back up, out of the dream of my life, to the raft of His Lucid Presence waiting above, in the Illuminated Eternal, Transcended of the murky waters venue – the dream world of space-time. Like a repetitive dream, within a dream, this “crash course” was the ultimate “knocking of sense into my head”.

“Oo,” I realized with started clarity, “the world is just like a dream because I am Eternal and so nothing that appeared able to hurt me in the dream of my life could have ever really hurt me at all.”

“Nice observations,” Michael approved, “very Lucid.”

As I mentioned in my last offering for TOSP, to a Daemon, inducing Lucidity is the primary objective because it is the quintessential tool of our Liberation/“Salvation”.

Lucidity is Salvation.

When I returned to the dream of the world, I was no longer from “…round these parts.” I have ever since been centered in my existence in the Eternal and so, to the perceptions of most, “I ain’t right” and that’s okay.

Them that cannot hear have to feel.

I’ve got the mojo risein’ and I no longer ever discount anything Michael whispers into my mindspace. He’s my Beloved Constant Companion – the life raft waiting in the illuminated realm of the Eternal, anchored to me by Our mutual love, trust and reverence, while I dive the murky waters of this dream world below. Whenever I think I see something over which conditioning tells me I should suffer, it is a sign to me that I have briefly forgotten who and what I am. I have identified my Self as but a tiny character, drowning in a dream of powerlessness. As the heat in my belly served to waken me within childhood nightmares, suffering reminds me that I need to buoy up my Lucidity: Rise Again. Verily, this Spirit burns brightly enough to animate the ashes of its own rebirth. “Bring it on, Freight Train,” I growl, as it runs me down. “Is that all you got?” I stand and smile and dust off, watching it disappear with forgiving eyes. “Where are those ponies?”

My fellow divers, you need no guru. You have one in your own mindspace: a Daemon or an Angel. Either way, it is a personal messenger from God, hand-selected/created for you. You need but learn to hear Their voice and remain Lucid: Remember your True nature is Eternal. This world is just a dream, a didactic experience to teach you to remain Lucid no matter what Life throws at you. The more challenge, the more Lucid you become, and this is how you find your metaphorical wings and learn to rise above it all. This is how you fly.

I love you All,

Cailín

“I dreamed I had but dreamt I had ever been awake at all and awoke with the start which is the End of all dreaming.”

Callaghan Grant

“Chalice”

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