clearlyone
Rising Star
SWIM had a voyage that was rather atypical for him in set and setting. He traveled some distance to a home of a family member whom recently passed away. This is place that reminded him of childhood wonder and strong love. SWIM slept that night in the bed of the recently departed. The small farm ranch house was now quiet, empty and ownerless.
SWIM knew he would be staying overnight and so determined to take a voyage in the morning light. (Until then SWIM had exclusively traveled in the evenings after his children were asleep). This morning he awoke from a peaceful night sleep and felt the warmth of a rising sun beaming across a corn field. Crisp sheets and a handmade quilt covered him. After a moment of silence and reverence SWIM opened the gel-caps he used to transport premeasured THH and Spice. The subligual THH did not taste pleasant within his morning mouth. The VG was readied with plain sally and spice.
As usual for him, one long hit, lay down and hold. SWIM remembers the chrysanthemum approached much faster than usual. Strangely, he cannot recall moments immediately following this. He came to in a panic that he was going to be taken to the afterlife, that he had been mistaken by the angel of death for the loved one passed. It was then, the most deep 'what have I done?!' came to his mind. This was the first time SWIM mentally (not just emotional reaction) feared for his life during a trip. Were some settings just too sacred?
Maybe it was also rising Serotonin levels, maybe it was the very dark border at top of the wall (he needs to try something like this again)... it certainly was mortal fear that kept his eyes open ... SWIM had his most profound entity contact OEV.
The ceiling unfolded like a folding wall screen. Shattered remnants of his worldly worries and fixations were like broken 2x4s bleeding and pulsing pushed aside by the folding ceiling. A tall entity appeared, the sense of sacred and holy was too much. The soft light from the window beamed in and filled us both. The entity stood robed and tall and somehow reassuring but emotionless. With the light it was clear he was there to bestow a gift. Three cubes appeared, each a different size strung with wide ribbon like gift wrapped boxes. (all things are a beautifully translucent creamy white - no colors - except the painful red and blue 2x4s which have now been cleared). The cubes floated between us. There was no motion - time was lost. SWIM was to understand this ... but at that moment SWIM could only remember to accept and utter a 'thank you' - which seems so pathetic now. This mental activity seemed to indicate the close of our encounter. The entity walked slowly to the edge and drew the folding screen back, closing the ceiling. SWIM bathed in the morning light motionless for an hour more before moving.
SWIM considers life a spiritual journey but not particularly versed in religious or new age tradition. Synchronicity brought him awareness of a certain archangel named Metatron and the hyper-dimensional cube he is often associated with. SWIM also believes the tree cubes of differing sizes represent the other members of his immediate family and he knows they are indeed a true gift.
Thanks for reading.
Peace.
SWIM knew he would be staying overnight and so determined to take a voyage in the morning light. (Until then SWIM had exclusively traveled in the evenings after his children were asleep). This morning he awoke from a peaceful night sleep and felt the warmth of a rising sun beaming across a corn field. Crisp sheets and a handmade quilt covered him. After a moment of silence and reverence SWIM opened the gel-caps he used to transport premeasured THH and Spice. The subligual THH did not taste pleasant within his morning mouth. The VG was readied with plain sally and spice.
As usual for him, one long hit, lay down and hold. SWIM remembers the chrysanthemum approached much faster than usual. Strangely, he cannot recall moments immediately following this. He came to in a panic that he was going to be taken to the afterlife, that he had been mistaken by the angel of death for the loved one passed. It was then, the most deep 'what have I done?!' came to his mind. This was the first time SWIM mentally (not just emotional reaction) feared for his life during a trip. Were some settings just too sacred?
Maybe it was also rising Serotonin levels, maybe it was the very dark border at top of the wall (he needs to try something like this again)... it certainly was mortal fear that kept his eyes open ... SWIM had his most profound entity contact OEV.
The ceiling unfolded like a folding wall screen. Shattered remnants of his worldly worries and fixations were like broken 2x4s bleeding and pulsing pushed aside by the folding ceiling. A tall entity appeared, the sense of sacred and holy was too much. The soft light from the window beamed in and filled us both. The entity stood robed and tall and somehow reassuring but emotionless. With the light it was clear he was there to bestow a gift. Three cubes appeared, each a different size strung with wide ribbon like gift wrapped boxes. (all things are a beautifully translucent creamy white - no colors - except the painful red and blue 2x4s which have now been cleared). The cubes floated between us. There was no motion - time was lost. SWIM was to understand this ... but at that moment SWIM could only remember to accept and utter a 'thank you' - which seems so pathetic now. This mental activity seemed to indicate the close of our encounter. The entity walked slowly to the edge and drew the folding screen back, closing the ceiling. SWIM bathed in the morning light motionless for an hour more before moving.
SWIM considers life a spiritual journey but not particularly versed in religious or new age tradition. Synchronicity brought him awareness of a certain archangel named Metatron and the hyper-dimensional cube he is often associated with. SWIM also believes the tree cubes of differing sizes represent the other members of his immediate family and he knows they are indeed a true gift.
Thanks for reading.
Peace.
