Transcendental Meditation

I have been practising TM for several weeks now, 20 minutes of meditation in the morning and 20 in the evening. I have noticed a huge difference in my mood. It is as though my emotions do not waver as much as they did, I feel calmer and more towards the direction of happiness. Whereas before I would often feel lost and probably more toward unhappiness. It is something I do not control, it just happens. Immediately following meditation I feel more bright and whole. As the weeks have gone by I feel lighter as I meditate, and although I still have thoughts whilst doing it, they seem less intense, less intrusive. I have not lost my temper once since I began, and have become more patient with others and myself.

I became interested in TM as I have been on a quest for knowledge for a few years now, moving from one book/idea to another. It occurred to me recently that with each new bit of knowledge, I drop something I thought intrinsic to my life from the last bit of knowledge I learned, and then add something new to my knowledge. What is this 'knowledge' then, I thought to myself. It appears to be so true to me at the time, I get so excited about it and want to teach others about it. Yet it is then discarded when I learn something new. This is a pattern that I could see continuing forever and ever, so am I really learning?

Maybe the only way to true knowledge is through feeling, through deep within oneself. This can happen through meditation. When I meditate, I become a better person because I feel more whole. So I must become a better teacher for actions speak more than words. Learning from books is fun, it is interesting. But none of it is 'truth'. We will never find the meaning of life through a book, lecture or another person. How can it be truth, when truth is so different to each person, each gender, each age group, each culture etc.

Feelings however, cannot be put into words completely. It is another language altogether. When I watch people like Terence McKenna, Jung or Gurdijeff on youtube, talking about something they passionately believe in, I have noticed that these wonderfully clever, open minded people at some point end up berating somebody else's point of view. Why?  The only truth a person can really believe in, is that which they have felt themselves, deep within. I wonder if real truth is entirely wordless, something that can never be translated into words effectively, or explained.
When we read words and ideas, they must go into the ego/memory side of the brain. They are then tainted by our habits, judged by our past experience and affected by our present experience. We all keep the ideas that are convenient to us at the time, and then drop the rest.
However, the part of us which is connected to something greater, whatever that is, is kept free from this judgement because it is whole. It is a never-ending space where inspiration can come through directly to oneself. Where one can feel, freely, in immense space and light. When you are there, nothing you think matters actually matters.

As we meditate more, maybe we begin to learn a new language. The language we were made with. Our minds rely less and less on words. Telepathy and psychic abilities perhaps rely on this forgotten language. Maybe each time we meditate, we learn a little more of this forgotten language, until eventually it becomes your primary language, unexplainable to anybody else through word. It is simply understood by the real you.
Words are like a game, they can be played and spun and manipulated, tossed and sung and wept. Real feelings cannot. Meditation truly helps to find these 'real' feelings and keep them with you in your daily life. From a place where the word 'feeling' means much more what the word could ever suggest.

Raw eggs Dream

I dreamed of going out to my chicken shed and finding 2 little girls there. They were both crouched upon the dirty hay on the stone floor. One of the girls, of Indian appearance, looked familiar to me. I saw eggshells on the floor and as I looked at her I saw her opening her mouth, cracking the egg in one hand above her mouth and the raw egg pouring down her throat. I was a bit concerned and said to her, " You shouldn't eat raw egg like that, you can get sick". She shook her head and was so engrossed in the deliciousness of the eggs that she carried on.
The other girl I did not take notice of.

A week later I dreamed I was by a pool outdoors. It seemed to be a natural river pool of some sort. It was dark and I imagined that the water would be cold, it was very still. There was a young boy standing next to me of Indian appearance. He took an egg and cracked it with one hand, the raw egg pouring down his throat. He did this twice. I noticed a man in the pool. He was also of Indian origin. He came to the edge and spoke with the child. He said to now take the shell, and place it under his tongue to make the magic work. My telephone then dropped from my hands and fell into the water. I saw it begin to sink into the cold dark green water, and thought oops that would be unfixable. The man dived underneath to rescue it for me. He brought it out and handed it to me and I said "I have to go now and put it into a bag of rice"

'The truth lies not in more answers, but in thinking less questions'

A Bee works in harmony with Nature. It nourishes everything in its path, flourishing life and beauty as it works.
A Locust has no choice but to act like a Locust. It will never make honey like a bee does. A Locust must eat everything in its path, destroy and violate everything it meets.

Humans do have a choice. We are not rigid like the locust. We can live like a parasite of the Earth, or we can live symbiotically, connected, in harmony.
Humans are free to think. And that is part of the problem. It is the thinking about what we want that has got out of control.
The dilemma of modern society is that we seek to understand the world not in terms of archaic inner consciousness, but by quantifying and qualifying what we perceive to be the external world by using scientific means and thoughts.
We seek to know the innermost forces that create the world, but we conceive of this essence as outside of ourselves, not as a living thing intrinsic to our own nature.
Carl Jung said, "One who looks outside, dreams, one who looks inside, awakes"
Happiness can only be found inside.
Never before has there been so much thinking, yet so much turmoil on the planet. Could it be that every time we think of a solution to one problem, we create 2 more problems?
What good is all this thinking if it doesn't lead to more happiness.
Thinking isolates us and separates us from a deeper understanding of life.
Thinking must be balanced with being.
We want change, we want stability at the same time. Our hearts have become disconnected from the spiral of life, as our thinking minds drive us towards stability, security and pacification of the senses. We constantly try to occupy our minds with information, always busy with more and more information.
At moments of quiet reflection, our hearts tell us there is more to life than our present reality, that we live in a world of endless craving, never satisfied. We are constantly waging war, with countries, with disease, with others.
These problems are all created by thinking.
So then, what other methods are there for living on this planet?

Excerpt taken from: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmL4CeTENtw

Secrets from Rapunzel

This is the Flower of Life. It is the most significant of all the symbols in sacred geometry. Encoded within it is the blueprint for all creation. Sacred Geometry is a universal language which allows us to access ancient knowledge contained in our cellular memory. It enables us to understand wisdom from cultures that have left earth long ago. It is the key to understanding the nature and value of color and sound. It facilitates communication with beings from other worlds and dimensions. The Flower of Life symbol can be found in various locations around the planet. No one knows for sure how old this symbol really is.

The constellation shown represents Aquarius, because many believe we are entering the Age of Aquarius. Nobody really know when it will happen, some peoples believe it began in 2012. "The Age of Aquarius is the Age of Freedom, Technology (especially electricity), and the Water Bearer."
Scientists today confirmed the galactic alignment as the Maya predicted, "There's no question that one of the great cycles of the traditional ancient Mayan calendar comes to a completion of its count at that time in 2012,"says E.C. Krupp, Ph.D., director of the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles, California.

The word Peace,

Love,

Joy

The Feather represents Balance

The spiral. Ancient people could recognize that the stars overhead spun around a central point every night, and today we know we reside within a spiral galaxy. Thus, the spiral can be a symbol of the universe and our place within it and of the great cycles that constantly advance within this universe.

The journey towards to an awakening mind

I have always been seeking for something, for the meaning of life I guess, ever since I was a teenager. I was brought up Catholic, fairly strictly as in I was taken to church every Sunday, went to Confession and Catholic School etc. Yes I was most definitely brainwashed. But.

It was nice for me as a child because I guess I only heard the core truth of it, as people always try to hide the bad things from children, so it was with the religion. So I had a lovely relationship with Jesus  and Mary and the angels and God. I would pick flowers and take them to Mary's statue in school the next day. Just as I did with the fairies and elven folk from my books, where I would leave them Sindy shoes and clothes in little packages under my pillow. I believed that I could pray for sunshine and that it would happen for me. And you know, it often would.

 I lost this as I grew up. I saw the badness gradually seeping through the cracks in a beautifully-painted-by-Michelangelo ceiling. I saw things and heard things that made me start questioning everything. Instead of angels, I was being watched and spied on by spirits or demons or by the saints in heaven who would be there 24 hours a day, judging me, a doubting Thomas. There was no escape.

I had 3 children (to whom I never passed on a religious upbringing as I didn't believe in it anymore). My son declared to me that there was no God when he was just 5 years old, so I too tried atheism for a while. That didn't suit me either. I believed in energy, because I could feel it, but had come to detest the word 'God' whilst the name 'Jesus Christ' made me cringe. 

This period that I went through I believe they call 'The Dark Night of the Soul'. It took me nearly 10 years to escape the fear that had begun with my doubts.

A new awakening began when I turned 38 years old. I found 'The Secret' by Rhonda Byrne, which was a revelation to me - it worked, it really did! I asked for things and they came. I won something on the lottery every week for 2 months that I did it. 

Somehow after a couple of months that didn't feel 'whole' either, and then I discovered Abraham Hicks. Esther Hicks channels a consciousness called Abraham and the insights it gives are just incredible, beautiful. After a while this didn't seem to be 'whole' either. So I read books by Eckhart Tolle, Byron Katie, Deepak Chopra. I became more fascinated with extra-terrestrial subjects. I learned that the world is not as the media would have us believe. I learned that the media, the banks, the schools, pharmaceuticals, agriculture, the government etc are controlled by very secret corporations who all seem to have the same wealthy families at the very top involved. 

Thats when my dreams began to reveal stranger things. Things I knew deep inside that had been covered up and confused with insane thoughts and ideas.

The morning I awoke with the word 'Atanasia' in my ears was a deeply awakening moment. My husband was part of it as he awoke with me and I googled the word on his phone. I still feel the euphoria of absolute knowing this truth from my dream vision. Of knowing that I am not alone, that I am immortal, that we are all connected, that there is no great judge. 

After my following dream in which I was visited by a teacher, Kenneth Wapnick, I began to read 'A Course in Miracles'. It is a complete self-study spiritual thought system. No groups are needed, no churches, no temples, just me and my mind.
And so began a new chapter in my life. My spirit feels free again, though I would never consider myself 'spiritual', I do not see the need for titles.

I still have the fairies of my childhood, the ghosts of that magical time spent playing and reading, I still have the creatures from ancient myth and legend - they never left. They transformed with me. 

But I also have the bigger picture back. Call it God, Creator, Source, Spirit, Richard, Julie, whatever, it doesn't matter. It is connected to me, it is the real me, and I can feel it. 

'The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing'.
Socrates.

Past Life dream

I have been interested in and asking to be shown past lives and also wondering what it feels like to die. Then I had the following dream.
I was a child aged 9 sitting on an old fashioned train, in a carriage. I was seated next to two other little girls, my sisters. The sister sitting next to me was my son in this life. I was aware of this in the dream and as this was a past life we were aware of what was about to occur.
We were dressed in frilly cotton dresses, pink and white with ankle leather boots and blonde ringlets. We were obviously quite well off, it was late 19th century. We were talking about our imminent death. My sister was trying to reassure me that there was nothing to fear, it would be quick and painless. I prepared myself and then felt the barrel of a gun on my temple, knowing it was my father about to kill us, heard a bang and then everything felt colder.
I realised I was dead and so slipped out of the body. I looked at the little girls and then felt panic that I did not see a white light anywhere. Time had stopped and everything had a grey tint to it. Then I remembered 'God is with me everywhere I go' and repeated this several times until I felt calm and happy. I then decided to start time again and would wait for my sister to be killed before moving on.

Dream visit to Lemuria

As I began to drift off to sleep, I was in between the waking world and the dreamworld, much like a deep meditation. I found myself out of my body, just my higher self, and I was in space. I thought to myself that I could go anywhere I chose, then exclaimed 'I want to go to Lemuria' (strange as I don't know much about this consciously.)
I then began to travel through the stars, then over to my right was a cluster of bright planets and stars. I was in the area. I suddenly saw a huge oval shaped planet to my left which was glowing white. As I 'flew' over and above I saw that this was just the side of the planet, it was actually a triangular shape with a hollow centre. This was Lemuria.