The Healing Pool

I looked down at myself and my clothes had changed to be a lightweight sleeveless silver shimmery tunic of some sort that went down to my knees. The little girl, still in my arms was wearing the same. The fog began to lift.

I began to make out shapes and to see where I was. I was clearly no longer in my stone cottage living room. Instead, I found myself standing on the edge of a large crystal pool. Let me explain further. I stepped up about three steps made of a solid clear quartz. When I got to the top, I saw that the same three steps completely encircled the round pool so that you could enter from any direction. On the top edge, which was maybe eight feet deep before the water started was a wide walkway. The first being I saw was Rael who stood at the top of the steps on the walkway. He motioned for me to enter the pool with the little girl.

I stepped into the pool. With my first step, the liquid only reached up past my ankle. It was cool and pleasant. Not hot like a really hot bath that can turn your skin red and make you all flushed and dizzy. Not cold to give you shivers and hesitate to wade further into the pool. It was a lovely refreshing cool.

As I waded towards the center of the pool, the liquid rose higher and higher from the slope of the pool. At the very center, it was about chest deep. The little girl stirred in my arms and yawned. I looked around the edges of the pool and now saw seven beings in golden cloaks sparkling with flashes of rainbow colors staged around us, in addition to Rael who still stood where they had been standing.

I looked around the room, now that the fog had completely lifted. The walls and ceiling were arched upwards, with a decided curve to both so that there really was no transition from walls to ceiling. I examined it further. The shape to the room, pool, and walls was decidedly egg shaped. The pool of liquid was shaped like what you would call the very bottom of the fat end of an egg. The walls then curved up to form the rest of the egg shape.

I shifted my attention to the pool of liquid. It was not water. That much I figured out as soon as I stepped in the pool, but I wanted to get a feel for where I was before I explored the liquid more. The little girl opened her eyes and kicked the liquid a little bit with her small feet. A ripple moved out in all directions.

I shifted the little girl to balance on my hip as she re-positioned her arms from around my neck to around my now, so that the liquid was now chest high on her as well. With an arm holding her still, I had a free arm to explore the liquid. I scooped down into the pool with my hand and let the liquid flow through my fingers. It was as thick as honey and had a effervescent shine to it with a shimmer of silver and gold and sparkles of many other colors that can’t be described in TV world terms. If you open a conch shell and look at the mother of pearl inside, that would be the closest color imaginable. I sniffed it and it had that beautiful new baby smell to it which is something like the smell of baby powder.

Before I could open my mouth to ask what it was, Rael spoke. “It is Eck, or more formally called Eckankar. And you are in a sacred healing pool.”

Then, the cloaked beings began to sing in unison. It was a series of tones and chant in a language I didn’t understand yet felt familiar somehow to my being. As I stood in the Eck liquid, I felt a vibration start in my feet that moved up my legs to just the bottom of my torso. As the singing continued, I felt the liquid begin to pulse and a current flow around us.

Then, the little girl, whom I will call Karla now, let go of my waist with one hand and dragged it through the liquid. She scooped it up and let it fall through her hands. After a few minutes, she turned away from me while reaching out to the water still. I repositioned my legs to be in a stork position, where one knee was bent with the foot resting on my other knee. Karla sat on my raised knee. The Eck liquid created a beautiful mixture of buoyancy and balance so I could hold her like that for some time.

I looked up at the egg shaped walls and ceiling and saw a dark, dirty red swirling around. If you imagine a soap bubble and how the colors swirl around, imagine the walls and ceiling being like a soap bubble then with swirls with dark red, bright red, and even some clear places showing like clear glass.

The singing/chanting continued around us, echoing further off the walls and back to us. Karla jumped from my knee into the liquid and bobbed then effortlessly with her legs dangling down in the Eck. She held my hand firmly as she did this, yet continued to play with the liquid, now kicking her legs and free arm. She giggled, which surprised me as it was such a change from how she was when I met her. I felt a beautiful grounding peace envelope me as well. I couldn’t help but grin. The walls shifted from swirls of dark red to become much more vibrant red, like the color of a delicious ripe apple. The dark lines all but disappeared from view.

The seven cloaked beings then changed their tones and the walls shifted to series of orange colors. The predominant shade of orange was very dark, like charred oranges. As the singing intensified, I felt the Eck liquid vibrate up a little higher on my torso. I could feel my insides shifting or fluttering a little.

Karla was silent again, but not scared or withdrawn. I looked at her, and in my imagination I saw a brief glimpse of her past in TV world, being sexually abused and assaulted, with scars and bruises throughout her life. She scooped up the Eck and poured it on her head, creating little streamlets of liquid down her face and and body. The more she did it, the more brilliant the orange colors appeared on the walls and the dark charred colors began to fade. I glanced again in my imagination at Karla and saw the scars and bruises of TV world had faded completely, revealing glowing, new skin.

I noticed though that after several minutes that there were still some dark charred orange streaks on the walls. I then had a flash in my imagination of my own loss. While There in that place my body looked as though it was about twenty five, in the TV world, I was well beyond the age giving birth to a healthy child. It was only then that I realized I still had some healing to do as I mourned the change to no longer being able to create human life.

I took Karla’s cue and scooped into the Eck with one hand and poured it on my head. I closed my eyes. It ran down my forehead and over my face. It felt cool and refreshing to my skin. I repeated this maybe a dozen times, and the more I dowsed myself in the Eck, the more healed I felt with those feelings of sadness and loss. I opened my eyes and saw that the dark streaks in the walls were gone, to be replaced by a sunny orange color like you would find at sunrise on a beautiful morning. I hadn’t realized I too could gain some healing from this experience. I felt tears in my eyes of gratitude.

The seven beings shifted to another tune. This time, the walls shifted to a swirl of yellow colors ranging from light yellow flowers to lemon, with streaks of slimy dark yellow mixed in. Karla closed her eyes, held her breath, and leaped from my arms. She plunged into the Eck and bounced back to the surface. As she shook her hair and splashing me when emerging, I saw she was no longer a little girl of maybe three but was now a young teen, perhaps fourteen years old. I held my breath and also plunged into the liquid. When I emerged, I too splashed her. Karla laughed and pulled an arm across the Eck, creating a small wave to splash at me again. I repeated. “Playing in Eck,” I thought to myself. “What a novel idea!” We laughed and splashed some more. The seven beings continued to sing as the dark streaks in the walls faded. The room then glowed with a warm lemon color.

Next, the seven beings shifted to yet another sound. The walls shifted to various shades of green, from the color of small flower shoots to bright mossy green. There were a few streaks of what I would call slimy green in the mix. I looked over at Karla and she was now swimming and laughing in the Eck. I didn’t understand why there were still slimy green streaks in the walls until I looked within myself.

Some entries ago in this blog, I had written about a time of loss when my parents divorced and a brother became seriously injured. I hadn’t realized that there were still small parts of my heart that needed healing from those life experiences in TV world. I laid on my back in the Eck and floated, with my arms and legs outstretched. I relaxed my body and stared at the walls and ceiling. The dark green streaks swirled and faded. I felt a deepening sense of peace and healing, as though my heart had been just been through a high powered car wash.

I stood up and looked at Karla. She was now appearing close to my age There. We looked at each other and something new began to happen that is difficult to describe.

Imagine how an apple has a little indent at the top and the bottom where the stem and core are. I felt like that apple core briefly, although instead of an apple core, I felt more like a drinking straw. Then, I felt a flow of Eck come up my body and up to my head. The Eck then sprayed out in all directions like a water fountain in the park and then splashed down into the Eck again. But as this was not water, the stream of Eck then flowed down into the liquid and completing a mirror of what was above the surface. This movement of Eck seemed to flow from my heart and move up and out then down and back up to my heart. Shape wise, you would call this a toroidal field. The more the beings sang, the stronger the current of Eck flowed up through me and outward, creating a larger and larger arch into the pool.

I then noticed something very curious. The more the toroidal field grew and more and more of the Eck liquid sprang up from my heart area up around me in the pool, the more the level of liquid dropped in the field. The Eck, not bound by laws of gravity in TV world was moving up into the swirling toroidal field, now arching twenty feet in all directions.

I glanced over at Karla, and her field was similar to mine. She also had a fountain of Eck that raced up from her heart, high above her head, and then cascaded in all directions down to her ankles and then back up again.

A curious thing happened. Karla and I stood closer and closer together, and the field intensified around us creating an even stronger toroidal field of Eck. And in those moments when we maintained this, our bodies transformed from being a more recognizable human form into being Eck itself. We were somehow become one with each other and one with the Eck. Everything was a shimmering, bright, colorful swirl of brilliant color.

Suddenly, there was a pop and the Eck exploded like little sparkles from fireworks in all directions. The bottom of the pool was empty. We glanced at each other and then hugged. This experience was too much for words.

I got up and walked up the slope of the pool bottom towards Rael standing on the side. I glanced over and saw Karla had walked towards the seven beings.

The journey continues…

The little visitors

I sat down on my yoga mat and breathed in deeply, held my breath, and breathed out again. I did this three times and then surrounded myself with a sacred shape of the flower of life shaped like an orb. It was a series of golden circles overlapping circles like a fancy chain link fence with me in the center.

Outside of this sacred golden ball, I imagined a thick gray fog. It was so thick that I couldn’t see a foot beyond the golden orb surrounding me. It was misty and gray, like a heavy fog that can envelop the tops of mountains or roll in from the ocean onto the coast. It was an emptiness, a nothingness. It was also totally still. I had an open window but the morning birds had not yet started their daily greetings. And so I sat, waiting for the fog to lift.

I found myself sitting on my yoga mat in my stone house living room, There. I knew I was There because there was such a calmness, a peace about the room. There were no electronic or mechanical hums of a clock, computer, refrigerator, or air conditioner there.

Then, I heard the cries or more like whimpers of children which caught my attention and forced me to open my eyes more and see what was going on. It was my first experience of anything other than total joy, bliss, or play, and it was coming from right outside my front door.

I went to the front door which was already open (who needs to lock doors There?) and stepped out onto the front porch. I listened some more and walked towards the far end of the porch and peered down. In the middle of a forest of bright white daisies with their towering stems, I saw two small children, perhaps three years old. They were hugging each other and in distress. They both oddly wore what looked like grown up clothes. There was a girl, who appeared to have on a woman’s cotton summer dress that hung on her like a huge sheet. The boy was wearing a man’s T-shirt that was more like a tent to him, with half his arm and head coming out of the top of the T-shirt. They both were filthy, as though they hadn’t had a proper bath in weeks. They had beautiful dark hair, but twigs and leaves and tangles created quite a mess.

I looked at myself for the first time and noticed I had similar dark hair, but mine was smooth and thick. I felt Asian Pacific, as did my two new little guests. I was wearing a simple sleeveless pink dress with little blue flowers and a blue woven sash.

I walked off the porch and walked around to where the two children were. I approached cautiously so as not to startle them. I smiled and said, “Hello, little ones. What are you doing here?”

They looked up and saw me. I saw something in their eyes, a recognition of sorts as though they knew me from a deep dream from long ago. Then I was almost knocked over as they both ran to me and wrapped their arms around my knees. They stopped crying, but held on tightly.

I crouched down and picked up the girl. It was as simple and natural to do as picking up my own child. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her head in my chest. She trembled slightly. I then reached down for the little boy and balanced him on my hip. He also hugged me with his arms around my waist. With that, I walked back up onto the porch. Fortunately the porch only had two steps up with all the extra weight I was carrying, although it didn’t feel like much weight at all. I then carried them into the house.

“Now what?” I asked myself as this was an interesting situation. “Who are they? Why were they alone? Why were they dressed up in adult clothing?” These and other questions filled my head.

Sri appeared, sitting on my couch which was more of a love seat. It could easily seat two adults. Sri looked at with loving eyes and spoke. “Sit down,” he said as he pointed a paw to a large rocking chair in front of me.

I complied. The little boy untangled himself from my hip and sat down next to me, with his arms still wrapped around my waist. The little girl still held tightly around my neck.

What happened next was natural, surprising, and loving. I started to rock the chair and hum.

At first my hum was very quiet, and barely a murmur, but it became stronger. Within a few minutes, I found myself singing a little tune about sleeping kittens, flowers, and sunshine. I don’t remember the words right now because they were just spontaneous and I tried to imagine the most gentle, loving things I could that would calm these two because I knew I wouldn’t get any answers from them for some time, if they would talk at all.

Slowly, after what felt like fifteen minutes, the little girl relaxed her deep clutch around my neck and grew limp. I knew if I stopped singing and rocking that she would probably wake up with a start. The boy yawned, and relaxed his arms from wrapping around my waist. He instead plopped his head down on my lap. I rocked on and looked over towards Sri, hoping he could shed some light on the situation.

“These are two new visitors for you.” He saw my puzzled expression as these were small children dressed as grownups. “They were, in your TV World grownups. They were full size and perhaps what you would call in their late 20’s. But coming Here, they couldn’t just come as they were because they had so many hurts and pains and needed healing. When they stepped through the veil from the TV world, they had to revert to a size when they first felt the pain.”

I looked down at the two in my arms, kissed the girl on her forehead, and stroked the boy’s thick hair.

“The little one in your arms had felt abandonment as a small child about this age and that abandonment haunted her for the rest of her life in TV World. She made a life of going into one bad relationship after another, needing and clutching whomever would give her attention. She learned to flirt and use her feminine charms to lure men to pay attention to her.”

Sri continued. “The boy next to you was abused as a small child, both verbally and physically. His home environment was very strict and punishing for even little things like dropping a toy or spilling his milk. He he got strong enough and big enough, he started to hurt things around him to lessen his hurt. First, he hurt little animals, and then he hurt and abused in relationships. So in TV World, these two were what you would call a couple, or two in a relationship albeit very toxic and co-dependent. They each gave each other attention they craved, but the cycle of violence and cowering and apologies and abuses they threw at each other was no substitution for love.”

He paused. I could tell this was a very dark story, and sadly, one I had heard enacted many many times in TV World. “These two need to be healed first before they can join one of the many beautiful communities Here. They are not ready for the Jump Pad. They need to experience love first. So, coming Here, they are wearing what they last wore in TV World, but they shrank to a size and age of when they first started to feel the abandonment, hurt, and shame. They need to start back at that period of when they were small children for their healing.”

“But why here? Why come to me? Why did I find them in my flower bed outside my porch?”

“I thought you would know by now. You are a Founder. You have what one could say is a little homing beacon, helping people find home. They found you. You have a role in helping them in their next step to their becoming whole again.”

“So now what?” I asked. “What is next?”

Before Sri could answer, the room was filled with a brilliant swirl of golden light with streaks of violet and blue. Then, in the center of that swirl was a very bright being.

I wouldn’t call the being male or female. There was no beard or discernible woman’s shape to differentiate one or the other. (As pronouns are difficult, I just named this being Rael with the pronoun “They and Them” when I had to so I didn’t keep repeating the name Rael in every sentence.)

Rael wore a white tunic that looked like woven gold and silk, flowing and with a slight glow to it. It’s hard to put into words. They definitely was angelic, but was nothing like the angels of Christmas cards with delicate features and wings like doves. Rael didn’t have wings at all. Instead, They had waves of energy that was wispy like smoke and swirled around Them. It was so difficult to put into human words of understanding for TV World. The closest thing I could compare it to was mist rising above a lake at dawn on warm summer mornings. The mist hovers and swirls and seems to take on a shape, but there isn’t a mass like a bird or tree branch.

Rael looked at my with deep loving blue eyes and spoke. “Thank you dear one. These little ones need to come with me to go to the healing place.” Seeing that the children were still holding to me although asleep, he then said, “And you may join them and see for yourself what happens There.”

He then raised his arms as to bless us. I felt waves of joy and tranquility swirl around the chair and breathed in a sweet smell like lilacs and honeysuckle. In a flash, I found myself standing in a golden swirling fog holding the little girl The little boy was no longer holding on to me. The next thing I saw before the fog completely hid my view from everything was seeing a young man, perhaps about 25 years old, athletic and with a very kind face pick up the boy and hold him in his arms. Then the golden fog completely hid everything from view. I stood there and waited.

The journey continues…

A conversation with Petrified Wood

I sat on my yoga mat in meditation, holding a massive ten inch piece of petrified wood. My desire and intention today was to connect with the petrified wood, to see at it sees, to feel as it feels.

Instead of going There today, in my imagination I first saw a massive tree, like a Sequoia or Cyprus or something similar. The trunk was huge so that animals like dinosaurs would appear like small toys against it. A person would be the size of a squirrel in comparison to the tree. The air was sweet and fresh. So very alive. It felt like an entire forest of creatures lived in the limbs of this massive tree that reached up thousands of feet in the air.

I got another perspective, and there were many, many other trees similar to this one. There was an entire forest of these, that spanned the entire West Coast of the United States. This tree was where we call southern Utah.

I felt love swirling around me as I felt the cool breeze moving through the branches and saw all manner of wildlife climbing and living in the trees like birds, squirrels, and something like our modern cats and monkeys. Far below there was a tropical forest. This all is so very different from the southwest desert of the United States today.

The love I felt holding the petrified wood and the love I felt sitting in the tree was similar. It was maternal, caring, loving, protective.

Then the tree began to speak to me.

“Welcome little one. Blessings. There is no past or future, only the now. Do not think of me as gone, dead fifty thousand years ago to then become the rock you hold in your hands through a alchemical transformation from wood to stone. I am here, around you , connected to all life, connected to the air and sunlight and wind. I am here.”

I wanted to know more about what happened, even though there is no time as I had just been told.

“In your illusion of time and space, there were massive changes on the Earth, which you may call the plates shifting. I was once on a land mass you would call an island that blended with this landmass. What had been tropical areas shifted to be land locked. Interior seas got cut off from the oceans and rivers and dried up. There were also meteor showers and volcanoes erupting. It was very hot. In a very short period of time, again using your concept of time, the air became very dry and hot.

“I and the other trees gave the animals cover and shelter for as long as they needed for the transition to move to cooler and wetter areas. We stood strongly in the wind and heat and absorbed the harsh sun and dry winds. Our forms transformed from wood to stone. There are still remnants of the mighty trees still in the desert if you know how to look. They look like giant tree stumps.”

I pondered what I had been told. “If there is no WAS or PAST, where are you now?”

She repeated as she had before. “I am here. I am in the wind. I am in the soil. I am in the Unified Field you wrote about earlier.”

“Would you take a form and look like a being of some sort?” I was wondering about the mythical tree spirits or Tree Ents from the Hobbit series.

“We can, but we are of a higher form which you call higher dimension. We don’t need to take a physical form of a spiritual being of the third dimension. We are what you would call ninth dimension, if you must know. But higher does not mean better or smarter or an improvement in some way. We are just in another expression of the All.”

“What benefit is there to the petrified wood form we find in what I call TV World at this time?” I inquired. “I have a few pieces a friend gave me from the Utah desert area.”

“We are grace. By being in the rock form rather than wood, pieces of us can be transported anywhere in the world where people can then attune to us and speak with us. We have waited a very long time for this to occur. Not many people take the time to talk to us.”

“What can you tell us about this time we are going through as a collective,” I asked. “There is so much chaos in the world, and all sorts of horrific things are coming to the surface and known which had been hidden. Some people are filled with fear of this darkness, or fear of economic collapse, or fear of global warming.”

“It is all part of your collective dream. You will notice that the things you mentioned do not affect you directly, right? You are not affected directly by these dark things and things to fear, is that so?”

I had to agree. These were things I read about on the Internet or watched in videos, but they didn’t affect me personally and directly. The reports make it sound as though the chaos is affecting everyone worldwide, but I could see that the chaos was really in pockets and not nearly as widespread as described. Life was pretty calm and peaceful to me. Yes there are hot days and cold days, but that is part of the cycle of seasons and the greater cycle of more extreme seasons across hundreds or thousands of years.

“From your perspective, what is happening in the human conscious collective right now,” I asked.

“You are transforming, like a caterpillar into a butterfly as one example. There are physical, mental, spiritual, and other changes taking place. You are changing. You collectively chose to experience the darkness and separation of you from God and to experience the darkness that could evolve creatively from that. But now you have decided to turn back and become more connected to each other and to realize God is within you.”

My forehead was buzzing and I felt a pressure above my eyes that was pulsing yet not painful My heart felt like it was expanding with each breath. It felt like a flower opening up as I inhaled deeply. With each inhale, it expanded more.

“You are transforming not unlike how we transformed so many years ago from organic limbs and leaves into stone. You dear ones are transforming from organic limbs and organs to a crystalline form as well. You have silica in your blood now, and it is expanding. Your DNA is evolving and skills and abilities that were dormant for many thousands of years are beginning to awaken.”

I opened my eyes as I sat on my yoga mat, breathed in and out deeply and set the piece of petrified wood down.

All this was difficult to grasp and yet exciting. Difficult because it felt so different from what I had been taught in TV world about life, struggle, and how things such as ESP or teleportation were just stories or magic tricks. It was exciting to learn everyone has expanding abilities in these times. My interest in writing this blog, exploring with Sri, and learning new things There to bring back to the TV world continues to amaze me. In another writing, I will explore the imagination and reality.