“For as long back in this life as I can remember, I have found myself captivated when looking at people. My mother would constantly correct me saying, “Don’t stare”. But even with her admonitions I would simply engage in peripheral vision. When I looked at people with this focused stare, I saw things that opened the multi-dimensional door for me in a myriad of ways. I could do this without thinking and yet I’d become lost in thoughts I could not describe.”
Read MoreI was wondering what would happen if all the steel in high-rise buildings just quit, or got tired one day.
I’ve always taken those girders for granted. But the thing is, on a molecular level they are moving. Which may not be a particularly comforting thought. Especially pertaining to buildings.
Read More“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I asked. Ken nodded his head slowly. Very slowly.
“What are you seeing?”
“Holes in his hand,” replied Ken after a very long pause. “I am seeing right through his hand and can see the mints.”
Read MoreA few years ago I was taking the dog for a walk in the park when I noticed something I’d never seen before. It was so quick, I almost missed it. Except I didn’t. It wasn’t something ‘out there’ amongst the grass and trees. It was in myself. Only it wasn’t myself — that’s what was so disturbing about it. The best way to describe it is that it was as if I’d caught a compulsively secretive and elusive creature by surprise, before it could hide.
Read MoreIn my dream I saw a vast darkness. The only thing I could see were hundreds or thousands of stars, dots of light. And it was utterly and terrifyingly clear to me that they were alive. Even more terrifying was that each one of them was looking straight at me.
Read MoreI knew I was tapped into something that was giving me an unfair advantage. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew where it was. Somewhere in me, somewhere in my mind. And I decided, then and there, still sitting in my chair, to turn it off.
I don’t like the idea of gaming the system, whether it’s a normal everyday thing, or when it comes to matters of deeper consciousness. I wouldn’t have called it ‘consciousness’ back then. The thing is, I didn’t understand at the time what was going on, but I knew one thing for sure: it wasn’t fair.
Read MoreIt struck me like lightning. Instantly dropping into a memory. It was like plopping an ice cube into water and you hear the sudden cracking of the ice as it meets the warm water. The scenes came shooting in rapidly like that, kind of flickering like an old black and white movie - but in color.
I was immediately aware of a farm hand walking down a dirt lane. He was an older man, thin and gaunt-featured with worn, leathery hands.
He had stopped in his tracks. I realized he was me, and in an instant I went from ‘looking down’ at him, to being inside his body and looking at my own hands.
Read More“At the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark which belongs entirely to God, which is never at our disposal, from which God disposes of our lives, which is inaccessible to the fantasies of our mind or the brutalities of our own will.”
Read MoreWhen certain doors get opened, the wise old sayings tell us that they can never be shut again. I’ve found that to be true. It’s also true that when certain doors get opened, you are going to encounter some unimaginable things. And sometimes they are devastating and deeply consequential. They might even kill you.
Irina Tweedie studied Sufism. In her studies she focused on kundalini, or ‘the fire’. I studied in martial arts. In my studies we focused on movement and flow, or on ‘ki’ energy. One person studies fire, another water.
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