Aristocrates – Thank you for telling us that amazing story.
I see the beginning as very significant – as are the other parts but in a different way - "Wow, this place is spiritually significant." I felt thoroughly connected to this place. We were in a field, actually, a meadow, a naturally occurring meadow!! As I'm writing this it occurs to me how rare that is in of itself!! It was just a timeless place. I could sense the history with my whole being, even through my very eyes.”
I believe that was a taste of enlightenment. It has the marks. A natural place, a meadow, showing the natural you without any problems or pretence. It was a timeless place, so you left time behind. Sometimes people sense it as the first day, which still exists and they are partaking in it. You saw or sensed the history of the place, so you were in a different way of sensing.
Such experiences are full of promise, for they show you a world which is the same, but is wonderfully different. Another sign of enlightenment, for we are still in our everyday life, yet it is transformed. And if you continue
Another person’s experience, “I became more lucid at this point, and realised that the house, the grounds, the snakes and the children, were all my own. I had this beautiful place to live, with wonderful parkland around it, and yet I was still searching. A creature experienced self-awareness. It was the greatest gift the processes of life and evolution could give. It opened the doorway to incredible possibilities. Yet somehow we have made it into a wretched thing, difficult to tolerate. We try to own it, we try to package and sell it. We exist within a paradise, and yet we make a hell of it.”
The rest of the experience seems like a massive amount of important areas that you need to digest. When we digest, whether it is an idea, something we have read or learned, it has to be first surrendered to the life process. We can see this in our body – it is first chewed and swallowed, then broken down into parts and the useful stuff, the building stuff, can be taken into us and the rest is passed out. The important thing is that even if it is dead or living food, it is transformed into our own living being – in other words our living understanding. If it has not been transformed through digestion it is like something dead inside us. But to be capable of such digestion we must swallow the experience and allow our unknown self to do its work.
Another person’s LSD experience about digestion:
“I was examining John minutely. “He’s dying,” I said to the watcher, who in turn assured John that I did not mean biological death. John’s features were still visible in the face I saw, and yet only a small part of the face that now appeared to me. The huge body of a man, a nation, lay dying before me. Life had withdrawn from the surface, leaving it like a brittle crust, immobile and stretched. But within, something stirred, deep under the crust. It was a liquid, a movement, struggling, surging, but dying. I wondered where John was, and could not at first find him. There seemed nothing but death. It frightened me that I could not find John as a human person. “Terrible,” I said to the watcher.
Leaning close I looked at the worn teeth and filmy eyes of the great body before me. “It is all dying,” I said. “Nothing left. A dead American body.” For there before me was not just John, but a whole nation dying - a reflection of all its ways and hopes. I felt hopeless in the face of such huge death, such enormous absence of life. Because I saw that this man was very learned, but all his knowledge had ben plastered on his surface, making this crust that had to be broken out of. Yet the eyes remained open and tried to look out at the world despite the thick white film of death across them. The lifeless would not stop looking at life. I felt I must comfort, and help it to die. With my fingers I closed the eyes, slowly recognising that the formless inner surging was already at work reshaping this being. The crust of the body was like the dry skin of a chrysalis. But the Caterpillar had to die, to sacrifice itself to the unknown, to emerge as a butterfly. This I told to that flicker of life – small pilot flame that needed to burn and digest - that was holding on, looking out of the dead eyes - the eyes closed. “You must die, and then we can bring you back to life. But you must trust for a little while. There is only a little bit left, all the rest is dead. It’s no good holding on to it, it’s no good. Let go of it. Die, and then we can bring you back to life.”
To digest we must offer the aspects that haven’t become a living part of you to that naked flame of Life, to the formless root of Kundalini, and become virgins, dropping all preconceptions.
Tony