Hello,
I am back to having positive spice experiences and wanted to share a couple things. Please understand that these were both positive experiences, though I did come out a bit :shock: :surprised from one . . . :d . My strong sense is that our experiences are what we make of them and it is all too easy/human to make hell out of heaven. Regardless . . .
I am a bit disappointed (but what can I do?) that only two participants wrote up reports (as of my last check) for the Synchronised Hyperspace Event last March 13th. One of these descriptions is extracted partially from that experience.
Well, I have encountered the sleazy underside of hyperspace and I must say it kind of delights me! I have crappy vision and hyperspace is always so clean, shiny, polished, sharp-edged and perfect. It makes a kind of hilarious sense to my mind that someone would be sweeping dirt under a rug to maintain it that way, literally and figuratively . . .
In the first of these two experiences, I was in a breakthrough space filled with dancing entities. As I looked around, I realized that I was in fact inside a kind of a shadow of a tesseract, a cube within a cube. I looked carefully around and began examining the spaces between the two cubes. Unlike the perfect, polished space inside the inner cube, the space between the cubes looked a bit dusty/dirty with a few stray hairs. As I looked closer, I realized there were these mole or rat-like things running around. They were dusty and had long, wiry hairs sticking out of their bodies. They caused dirt/dust to move around as they scuttled on the floor. They radiated pure benign-ness. Truly hilarious. My step-mother would have run screaming off into the night as she is a white-glove clean kind of gal. I am not so uptight, so the entire thing seemed funny.
So, that was during a breakthrough. This next one is from an experience that was almost a breakthrough but not quite: I found myself in some sort of sleazy surburban basement of hyperspace. I was in a basement of some sort and surrounded by these large, shiny, segmented, black insectoids with grey tentacles for faces. I couldn't move and they were rather actively examining me. They looked sneaky and furtive, like they were expecting a Hyperspace police raid at any moment, like they weren't supposed to be doing this! One kept taking a moment to look out a window. Others kept looking to the wall which had a mounted (did not look buglike at all) biomechanical Queen bug or something on it, completely with glowing lights. The whole thing felt like a crack house transaction or something, like it was a hyperspace gangsta crib!
Very hard to describe and though a bit shocking, also incredibly hilarious. I crack a huge smile when I remember these experiences. Something about this works for me. Like thermodynamics can be summed up to "You can't get something for nothing." It makes a kind of playful sense to me that there would be sleazy, dirty, criminal and even gangsta areas of hyperspace.
I have had several experiences (including a few breakthroughs) since these and have not had anything similar happen. So, I do not appear to be stuck in these "bad neighborhoods," or whatever they are.
:lol:
Towards you Nexians, I feel a great deal of
Peace & Love,
Pandora
I am back to having positive spice experiences and wanted to share a couple things. Please understand that these were both positive experiences, though I did come out a bit :shock: :surprised from one . . . :d . My strong sense is that our experiences are what we make of them and it is all too easy/human to make hell out of heaven. Regardless . . .
I am a bit disappointed (but what can I do?) that only two participants wrote up reports (as of my last check) for the Synchronised Hyperspace Event last March 13th. One of these descriptions is extracted partially from that experience.
Well, I have encountered the sleazy underside of hyperspace and I must say it kind of delights me! I have crappy vision and hyperspace is always so clean, shiny, polished, sharp-edged and perfect. It makes a kind of hilarious sense to my mind that someone would be sweeping dirt under a rug to maintain it that way, literally and figuratively . . .
In the first of these two experiences, I was in a breakthrough space filled with dancing entities. As I looked around, I realized that I was in fact inside a kind of a shadow of a tesseract, a cube within a cube. I looked carefully around and began examining the spaces between the two cubes. Unlike the perfect, polished space inside the inner cube, the space between the cubes looked a bit dusty/dirty with a few stray hairs. As I looked closer, I realized there were these mole or rat-like things running around. They were dusty and had long, wiry hairs sticking out of their bodies. They caused dirt/dust to move around as they scuttled on the floor. They radiated pure benign-ness. Truly hilarious. My step-mother would have run screaming off into the night as she is a white-glove clean kind of gal. I am not so uptight, so the entire thing seemed funny.
So, that was during a breakthrough. This next one is from an experience that was almost a breakthrough but not quite: I found myself in some sort of sleazy surburban basement of hyperspace. I was in a basement of some sort and surrounded by these large, shiny, segmented, black insectoids with grey tentacles for faces. I couldn't move and they were rather actively examining me. They looked sneaky and furtive, like they were expecting a Hyperspace police raid at any moment, like they weren't supposed to be doing this! One kept taking a moment to look out a window. Others kept looking to the wall which had a mounted (did not look buglike at all) biomechanical Queen bug or something on it, completely with glowing lights. The whole thing felt like a crack house transaction or something, like it was a hyperspace gangsta crib!
Very hard to describe and though a bit shocking, also incredibly hilarious. I crack a huge smile when I remember these experiences. Something about this works for me. Like thermodynamics can be summed up to "You can't get something for nothing." It makes a kind of playful sense to me that there would be sleazy, dirty, criminal and even gangsta areas of hyperspace.
I have had several experiences (including a few breakthroughs) since these and have not had anything similar happen. So, I do not appear to be stuck in these "bad neighborhoods," or whatever they are.
:lol:
Towards you Nexians, I feel a great deal of
Peace & Love,
Pandora
