Stasis – Unlimited

It’s been ages since I last did a course.  I chose one of those science-meets-spirituality online ones.  It struck me it would be a good way to settle back into my life, after all the disruptions of last year – allowing someone else to lead me, gently, into my old ways of learning, musing and wondering.

So there I was, following the course leader’s instructions and working my way into an altered state.  All fine and good.  Next, we were to ask questions and allow the heart to provide an answer.  The yes/no queries worked perfectly, but then we were instructed to ask our hearts, “What do you need from me right now?”

Clear as a bell, the answer came back:  STASIS.

Sorry, what?

An image of those spacecraft pods you get in sci-fi films flashed into my mind, the ones with rows of people suspended somewhere between life and non-life waiting to be brought back to themselves before landing on some far-distant planet.

To be honest, I didn’t get much from the rest of the module I was studying.  I was too busy thinking about stasis – wondering if it had some other meaning I wasn’t aware of; wondering how and why it applied to me; wondering why my heart would wish me, or itself, to be in that state.

The next question we were supposed to ask was, “What do you want me to know right now?”  We were told that the answers would be brief – a short phrase or even a single word.  My heart is clearly less loquacious than its bearer.  Another single word answer: UNLIMITED.

Since then, I’ve pondered on these odd messages.  I checked ‘stasis’ for other meanings.  There are medical ones to do with veins and something about ancient Greek tyrants, but I settled on ‘a period of inactivity or equilibrium’.

(Yes, my heart is doing that glowy, expanding thing that means ‘yes’ as I type this.  I’m simply learning its way of communicating, the way I did with my pendulum, when I first started dowsing.)

My heart has been through a great deal over the last year – all those dramas and emotional upheavals, anxieties and accomplishments, terrors and triumphs.  It needs, now, a period of stasis to recover, to rest, to relax.  It needs me to wrap up in a blanket, light the log burner and spend these winter days regaining my equilibrium.

After that, our potential together is – unlimited.

 

 

Who am I?

I’ve been re-reading Seth again… Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul.  It always sets me off on the meta-fizzies.

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As usually happens, though, my ‘main’ reading material is synchronously supplemented by other gems that drop into my lap, so to speak, and allow me to explore the subject matter in different and fascinating ways.  One of these was a five year old post from Ask The Council which I hadn’t seen before, in which they speak about the difference between spirit and soul.  The other was this recent post on Life is a Journey…Not a Guided Tour which ends with these questions:

Do you have a favorite way to connect to God? Is there a special place you go to, or a particular ritual that helps you get there?

So, as I say, my thoughts are now meta-fizzing in all manner of directions and if I trace them back all the way to their root, what I’m considering – usually at around 3am – is what comprises ‘me’ in the broadest sense?

It’s not the easiest of questions to answer.  For example, for the past three nights, I’ve been having a dream – one of those ‘to be continued..’ dreams that carries on where it last left off.  I’ve woken up thinking, “This is ridiculous.  Why on Earth am I having a dream this stupid?” But it’s kept going until the task I was involved in was complete.  (Thankfully, this morning it was, I think…)

The dream, should you be interested, involved myself, another female and sometimes a child in covering a series of pyramids with a layer of what I can only describe as marshmallows and then with a top layer of – I hesitate to say this – what most closely resembled some non-conscious/non-living equivalent of huge rhinoceros-like creatures.  I can promise you it wasn’t easy.  None of us knew the reason for our toil; we only knew it had to be done, and done to a high standard.  All that, of course, involved some aspect of ME – an aspect, moreover, quite close to my conscious physical self.

Obviously, dreams aren’t to be taken literally and while I could blame the ones above on eating too much halloumi cheese (Mum always claimed cheese gave you weird dreams) I would prefer to interpret it thus:

The other two people were a friend and her young son – people I recently spent time with on a journey to some ancient, sacred places in the Mediterranean.  There we found wondrous but mysterious sites (represented by the pyramids).  In order for us to be able to grasp some of the mysteries, we need to become comfortable with them (hence the coating of soft marshmallow) and attach many awkward, hard-to-handle truths/myths/concepts to them, in order to be able to process the strange and wonderful experiences we had.  Released by sleep from the mundane day-to-day activities, we were free to do this processing at a deeper level.  No doubt at some point, it will seep into our consciousness.

So anyhow, who-I-am runs, in my mind, something like this:

All-That-Is or Source or God/Goddess or what you will, is just that –   ALL     THAT     IS.

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There are myriad aspects of this ALL.  Like the globs in a lava lamp, it can separate and recombine at will and does so in ways my little mind can’t begin to imagine, way beyond the limits of time or space.

One of this infinite number of aspects is my Spirit.  Looking at it fractally, my Spirit can be seen as my macrocosm – the sum of the parts of me.

This Spirit, too, has an infinite number of aspects.  These, too, can divide or weave together as suits them best.  They include a number of ‘souls’ – parts of the Spirit which have chosen to temporarily break away and experience a physical life.  One of those is the ‘ME’ sitting at the computer writing this.  The others are my reincarnational lives – ‘past’ and ‘future’ in human terms, but all co-existing and constantly influencing each other.

To complicate it still further, each physical ‘ME’ personality creates an infinite range of potential selves – what Seth calls ‘probable selves’.  Each time I make a choice from a range of options, the other options – those I’ve currently rejected – have a life of their own and head off along parallel paths.  I am, in a very real sense, the creator.

Each of my soul-personalities (‘lives’ if you prefer) has a range of ‘bodies’, from the dense, physical skin-suit I walk around Planet Earth in, through the etheric (spiritual Sat-Nav) and on to the astral, mental, higher-mental and causal selves, which variously link them to one-another, to the Spirit and, eventually, to All-That-Is.

Since the choices and experiences of physical life feed directly into Creation, there are other aspects of All-That-Is who guide and assist ME throughout the experience.  I can interpret these in various ways, from hunches, dreams and intuition, through synchronicities and serendipitous meetings with other soul-personalities, to spirit guides, angels, gods and goddesses or however my current cultural references permit me to interpret them.

So, to return to Susan’s questions…  In one sense, of course, I’m never separated from God, since I am part of the ALL.  However I’d be the first to admit that the connection is usually tenuous, to say the least, from my conscious perspective.  I’ve been on this path a long time in Earth years now, and I’ve learned to dowse with a crystal pendulum over my computer keyboard, in order to converse with my Guides, my Higher Self and even the Higher Selves of those particularly close to me.

My other way of making that contact is to lie in bed, with eyes closed and reach my hands upwards, palms outstretched, until I feel a tingling in them.  This I interpret as ‘healing’.  If I keep my hands there long enough, they begin to move by themselves, settling for a few moments over various parts of my body and often over the main chakra points.  When they come to rest on the bed, I feel for more healing, imagine a flame cupped between them, and mentally invite anyone I know who is in need of healing or comfort to step through the flame and share my connection to All-That-Is.