For a number of years I've been aware of the power that is the source of our being. Recently I've been wanting to see how that power can be more physically lived. To determine the key moments when people are willing to surrender their sense of identity in order to live that powerful vastness of themselves ... beyond comparisons, beyond perceived physical limitations, beyond any restrictions.
During this year I developed a way of perceiving patterns of energy. Generally I look at an area inside someone’s body and receive impressions about how their energy moves and what that indicates. By perceiving their physical body as a moving picture of light and energy, I can assist people to increase their knowing of themselves.
Last month, in Melbourne, I spent some time with my friend Peter. He sensed that there was something missing from his life which could lead him to his next level. So I looked for the flame of life inside him. There it was, faint at first, two tongues of fire that became four as I watched.
I described their movement: how the energy moved one way and then another. Spoke about the colours. Sensed that the energy could be put into song and sang it, noticing how the singing made the flame stronger and more vibrant. Finally, I released the song inside his body so that he could feel the vibrancy of it more keenly.
The whole experience probably took no more than 5 minutes but the effect was dramatic and powerful. Peter tuned into his experience of the singing and what he could feel of the energy movement. He said it was like a golden disc had been placed around his neck – a symbol of power that he then activated.
Here now is Peter's full account of that tremendous experience - and the magic still lives on.
"I think my first sensation/thought - hard to weed out which it was - centred around a habitual need to be embarrassed, on guard, possibly sceptical. That's usually who I am, yet in this instance these usually powerful drivers became insignificant, irrelevant. I knew then that we were in a Real Space.
I don't believe I've ever had my Essence sung for me before. In truth, I had never heard of such a concept, apart of course from the various writings and emails.
The first notes were a surprise. Like seeing your reflection unexpectedly. You suddenly 'see' something, which startles, followed by the recognition that, hey, this is YOU. Quite disconcerting. Quite amazing. Quite a discovery. Yet the recognition of self was, for me, unmistakable.
That led me to a degree of comfort with it all, and I allowed the playfulness of it to happen. I don't recollect much of external things from here on in. The inside journey was much more riveting and it possessed all of my attention. My eyes were wide open, but I saw nothing of the space around me. I simply wasn't there. Well, I was, but... consciousness wasn't.
I remember walking up a corridor. Long or short, I don't know. It appeared to me to be inside a temple, pyramid perhaps, Definitely Egyptian in flavour. The lighting was from candle or torch-flame. No modern trappings were anywhere in evidence. I stopped at a widening of the corridor. Was it perhaps a passage, underground? That could have been it too.
A figure approached me, walking with measured, ceremonial steps toward me down the corridor. An entourage was behind him, and he was dressed in flowing white robes that flowed out from him, despite there being no wind that I could discern. In his hand he held out a round gold disk about four to five inches in diameter. The Entourage behind him began to go on their knees as the figure approached me directly and looked me in the eyes. Jet black eyes, with lines of incredible wisdom encasing them with golden skin and just the hint of a spark of mischief in them.
My reaction was one of instant recognition, not of the physicality I was seeing, but an intimate acquaintance, deep things shared and remaining unspoken.
The figure bowed, and placed around my neck the disk, with heavy chain. I felt the gentle thud as the heavy gold metal settled on my sternum. The metal warmed and as it did, it lost all sensation of weight, all sensation of separateness. In an instant, the metal had been taken up by my body, and I could feel its journey on the way inside me. A not unpleasant sensation. Slight warmth and relaxation is probably best to describe the sensations.
I expected the metal disk to stop halfway inside me, and I am not yet sure whether some part of it did or did not. I do know that either it, or some part of it continued on through and out the back of me. Once it came out the other side of me it quickly grew in size and kept moving some distance - perhaps five to six feet behind me. When it stopped, it hung there suspended. In my minds eye I could see it as a round frame stretching from just above my waist to a good two, three feet above my head, and the colour of burnished gold or copper. This placed my head roughly in the middle of the circle behind me, like some great sunrise occurring there.
Once I became conscious of it, I felt like I could 'lean in' to it. The moment I did that, it grew in brightness and intensity like some great golden searchlight just behind my head. I felt a sensation of control and connectedness with it, and I knew it would not ever leave me now.
Although I did not know it at the time, this disk, this Sun is something that I can still 'lean into'. It's always there now, ready for when I call on it.
The changes in me are only just now becoming apparent to me. I guess I am blessed to have Andriana as my wife and life's partner. She sees more than she lets on and gives me the gift of allowing me to unfold at my pace, in my time.
The changes that have come forward are truly like the 'burning away of the dross' in the old alchemical language. I am less driven by fear or concern at what others would think of me, and I'm now just only allowing my passions to flow though my veins like the juice or sap of a tree too long in hibernation over e long long winter.
Like the Beatles song says... "Here comes the Sun..."
Slowly I became more aware of my surroundings again, and the living room hove once more into sight like some fog-bound fixture slowly revealing itself. Santari, grinning from ear to ear like the proverbial Cheshire cat, knowing full well that I had been 'Elsewhere' and had brought that place back with me.
The light appeared the same, as did the sounds of the every-day, the smell of the flowers in front of the fireplace mixed with that of coffee still on my breath from the morning. It all seemed so much the same. And yet it wasn't. The world has certainly been different since that journey. I expect it will continue changing for some time yet to come."
Image: under license from www.123RF.com
During this year I developed a way of perceiving patterns of energy. Generally I look at an area inside someone’s body and receive impressions about how their energy moves and what that indicates. By perceiving their physical body as a moving picture of light and energy, I can assist people to increase their knowing of themselves.
Last month, in Melbourne, I spent some time with my friend Peter. He sensed that there was something missing from his life which could lead him to his next level. So I looked for the flame of life inside him. There it was, faint at first, two tongues of fire that became four as I watched.I described their movement: how the energy moved one way and then another. Spoke about the colours. Sensed that the energy could be put into song and sang it, noticing how the singing made the flame stronger and more vibrant. Finally, I released the song inside his body so that he could feel the vibrancy of it more keenly.
The whole experience probably took no more than 5 minutes but the effect was dramatic and powerful. Peter tuned into his experience of the singing and what he could feel of the energy movement. He said it was like a golden disc had been placed around his neck – a symbol of power that he then activated.
Here now is Peter's full account of that tremendous experience - and the magic still lives on.
"I think my first sensation/thought - hard to weed out which it was - centred around a habitual need to be embarrassed, on guard, possibly sceptical. That's usually who I am, yet in this instance these usually powerful drivers became insignificant, irrelevant. I knew then that we were in a Real Space.
I don't believe I've ever had my Essence sung for me before. In truth, I had never heard of such a concept, apart of course from the various writings and emails.
The first notes were a surprise. Like seeing your reflection unexpectedly. You suddenly 'see' something, which startles, followed by the recognition that, hey, this is YOU. Quite disconcerting. Quite amazing. Quite a discovery. Yet the recognition of self was, for me, unmistakable.
That led me to a degree of comfort with it all, and I allowed the playfulness of it to happen. I don't recollect much of external things from here on in. The inside journey was much more riveting and it possessed all of my attention. My eyes were wide open, but I saw nothing of the space around me. I simply wasn't there. Well, I was, but... consciousness wasn't.
I remember walking up a corridor. Long or short, I don't know. It appeared to me to be inside a temple, pyramid perhaps, Definitely Egyptian in flavour. The lighting was from candle or torch-flame. No modern trappings were anywhere in evidence. I stopped at a widening of the corridor. Was it perhaps a passage, underground? That could have been it too.
A figure approached me, walking with measured, ceremonial steps toward me down the corridor. An entourage was behind him, and he was dressed in flowing white robes that flowed out from him, despite there being no wind that I could discern. In his hand he held out a round gold disk about four to five inches in diameter. The Entourage behind him began to go on their knees as the figure approached me directly and looked me in the eyes. Jet black eyes, with lines of incredible wisdom encasing them with golden skin and just the hint of a spark of mischief in them.
My reaction was one of instant recognition, not of the physicality I was seeing, but an intimate acquaintance, deep things shared and remaining unspoken.
The figure bowed, and placed around my neck the disk, with heavy chain. I felt the gentle thud as the heavy gold metal settled on my sternum. The metal warmed and as it did, it lost all sensation of weight, all sensation of separateness. In an instant, the metal had been taken up by my body, and I could feel its journey on the way inside me. A not unpleasant sensation. Slight warmth and relaxation is probably best to describe the sensations.
I expected the metal disk to stop halfway inside me, and I am not yet sure whether some part of it did or did not. I do know that either it, or some part of it continued on through and out the back of me. Once it came out the other side of me it quickly grew in size and kept moving some distance - perhaps five to six feet behind me. When it stopped, it hung there suspended. In my minds eye I could see it as a round frame stretching from just above my waist to a good two, three feet above my head, and the colour of burnished gold or copper. This placed my head roughly in the middle of the circle behind me, like some great sunrise occurring there.
Once I became conscious of it, I felt like I could 'lean in' to it. The moment I did that, it grew in brightness and intensity like some great golden searchlight just behind my head. I felt a sensation of control and connectedness with it, and I knew it would not ever leave me now.
Although I did not know it at the time, this disk, this Sun is something that I can still 'lean into'. It's always there now, ready for when I call on it.
The changes in me are only just now becoming apparent to me. I guess I am blessed to have Andriana as my wife and life's partner. She sees more than she lets on and gives me the gift of allowing me to unfold at my pace, in my time.
The changes that have come forward are truly like the 'burning away of the dross' in the old alchemical language. I am less driven by fear or concern at what others would think of me, and I'm now just only allowing my passions to flow though my veins like the juice or sap of a tree too long in hibernation over e long long winter.
Like the Beatles song says... "Here comes the Sun..."
Slowly I became more aware of my surroundings again, and the living room hove once more into sight like some fog-bound fixture slowly revealing itself. Santari, grinning from ear to ear like the proverbial Cheshire cat, knowing full well that I had been 'Elsewhere' and had brought that place back with me.
The light appeared the same, as did the sounds of the every-day, the smell of the flowers in front of the fireplace mixed with that of coffee still on my breath from the morning. It all seemed so much the same. And yet it wasn't. The world has certainly been different since that journey. I expect it will continue changing for some time yet to come."
Image: under license from www.123RF.com
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