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31st May 2013, 13:53
My partner and I do what we call image streaming, where we lay beside each other, and for five minutes we say out loud whatever appears in our minds. We say “I see ... “, “I feel ... “, “I smell ... “ etc., and obviously censor nothing. Believe me, it is a powerful tool for accessing the unconscious, even higher consciousness. First, mundane things appear, but persevere and you will be rewarded. The very first time I did it, I had a vivid recollection of being held captive in a tribal village, there were severed heads on a woven reed screen I recalled. Then I was in the hold of a slave vessel. I could hear the groan and creak of wood and rope, feel the movement of the ship, smell and taste the salt, and overriding all, the smell of urine and excrement. That was how I died, in my own wastes, but I felt that whatever energy it was I was receiving, was OK with that.
One recent time I streamed that I was walking along the Embankment and up into Parliament Square. I became big and tilted back the statue of the war criminal Arthur “Bomber” Harris to reveal a stone stairway leading into the earth. There was a circle within a triangle, glyphs around the edge of the circle, some I knew, some I didn’t. I followed an old passage under ground, there were vents leading up to the street through which I could just see light, but they were being re-worked to make them sealed (hermetically?) from the street. I entered a room with banks of machines and monitors, men and women in white coats, but not lab coats, busy, busy, busy, one with a clipboard. I passed by and floated up as I walked the corridor and was on the Embankment, families walked, people sold paintings and nic nacs, the sun was shining, then I descended again. The corridor was older, I could smell nitrogen and mold, it was damp and in the final part of this journey I glanced in a room that was full of loathsome creatures.
Last time I did it, I saw a native American man seated by a fire, filaments of energy were streaming from his loose long hair, and butterflies danced around him. He turned to me and smiled, and then he called all the animals to him. Once they had gathered, he motioned to the tiger that it should go to me. The tiger approached me, and rose up on its hind legs, with front limbs and paws outstretched. I made myself big so I could embrace the tiger. The energy was complex, blackness indicated a wall, but vivid white light spilled out. The blackness was also the background state of creation, and the light, spilling stars. The tiger became a little girl, and I held her in my arms. I could feel the beat of her heart, and I could feel the warm wetness of her tears on my chest. I surrounded her with love, she rested, and was safe from harm.
Interpretation of what we find is important. This last was given to me so I could send love to a friend. So afterwards, I focused on sending love to them.
Please give it a try, I know you won’t be disappointed, and even the mundane stuff we see will have a message for us. The key is, you have to say it out loud to another person, or into a recorder to create a feedback loop for the energy.
One recent time I streamed that I was walking along the Embankment and up into Parliament Square. I became big and tilted back the statue of the war criminal Arthur “Bomber” Harris to reveal a stone stairway leading into the earth. There was a circle within a triangle, glyphs around the edge of the circle, some I knew, some I didn’t. I followed an old passage under ground, there were vents leading up to the street through which I could just see light, but they were being re-worked to make them sealed (hermetically?) from the street. I entered a room with banks of machines and monitors, men and women in white coats, but not lab coats, busy, busy, busy, one with a clipboard. I passed by and floated up as I walked the corridor and was on the Embankment, families walked, people sold paintings and nic nacs, the sun was shining, then I descended again. The corridor was older, I could smell nitrogen and mold, it was damp and in the final part of this journey I glanced in a room that was full of loathsome creatures.
Last time I did it, I saw a native American man seated by a fire, filaments of energy were streaming from his loose long hair, and butterflies danced around him. He turned to me and smiled, and then he called all the animals to him. Once they had gathered, he motioned to the tiger that it should go to me. The tiger approached me, and rose up on its hind legs, with front limbs and paws outstretched. I made myself big so I could embrace the tiger. The energy was complex, blackness indicated a wall, but vivid white light spilled out. The blackness was also the background state of creation, and the light, spilling stars. The tiger became a little girl, and I held her in my arms. I could feel the beat of her heart, and I could feel the warm wetness of her tears on my chest. I surrounded her with love, she rested, and was safe from harm.
Interpretation of what we find is important. This last was given to me so I could send love to a friend. So afterwards, I focused on sending love to them.
Please give it a try, I know you won’t be disappointed, and even the mundane stuff we see will have a message for us. The key is, you have to say it out loud to another person, or into a recorder to create a feedback loop for the energy.