Exciting Breakthrough
Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 12:40 am
Well, I was able to stay awake and have my first conscious experience! I plan to have many more and I promise I won't post all of them, but I'm so excited that I just have to share my first one.
After going through the visualization, my first encounter appeared to me. A very old, ancient man with long gray hair that fell over his right eye. His robes matched his hair, a dingy gray. He carried a sort of sickle on a long stick. It was as worn and dull as he was dressed. He had smiling, but intensely searching eyes. He seemed very tired and worn, but was content to be so. He didn't ask me anything or speak, just stared. I felt pity for his weariness. Not by talking, but by sort of "knowing" I knew he was a manifestation of part of me. He was very real though. I "knew" he was a presentation of my frantic seeking and accumulated imperfect knowledge who has been trying to cut to Truth with a dull rusty blade. I tried to feel my heart to fan a flame of healing for this creature. I asked Christ for help. He appeared and I "knew" what I was to do. The healing light came from my own heart to the old man. It was a weak light at first, but grew brighter. It transformed the gray into a whiter color on his hair and robes. His sickle became shinier then almost transparent. His clothes had sparkles on them. When he left I "knew" he was less weary but was not totally healed.
When I recalled all of this, I somehow knew that there are healings and adjustments that are taking place in me right now. And that this must happen before I will be of help to others. I am so at peace.
Love,
Reba
After going through the visualization, my first encounter appeared to me. A very old, ancient man with long gray hair that fell over his right eye. His robes matched his hair, a dingy gray. He carried a sort of sickle on a long stick. It was as worn and dull as he was dressed. He had smiling, but intensely searching eyes. He seemed very tired and worn, but was content to be so. He didn't ask me anything or speak, just stared. I felt pity for his weariness. Not by talking, but by sort of "knowing" I knew he was a manifestation of part of me. He was very real though. I "knew" he was a presentation of my frantic seeking and accumulated imperfect knowledge who has been trying to cut to Truth with a dull rusty blade. I tried to feel my heart to fan a flame of healing for this creature. I asked Christ for help. He appeared and I "knew" what I was to do. The healing light came from my own heart to the old man. It was a weak light at first, but grew brighter. It transformed the gray into a whiter color on his hair and robes. His sickle became shinier then almost transparent. His clothes had sparkles on them. When he left I "knew" he was less weary but was not totally healed.
When I recalled all of this, I somehow knew that there are healings and adjustments that are taking place in me right now. And that this must happen before I will be of help to others. I am so at peace.
Love,
Reba
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