Palyne

I have a background on my computer desktop of the aeons I’ve talked about on this blog, and a few others. I thought maybe I should post it for general reference and talk a little about how it came about.

I’ve had the feeling I want something to physically represent them around me. As if I feel the need to “bring them into my reality” more physically. I am still thinking about it. Talismans? Wind Chimes? No idea. But while thinking about it I decided to do an ‘image’-based version of a little chart I was keeping with ‘where they appeared around me’.

This is the group I originally called ‘The Consortium’. A group of some multiple of 4 that was ‘a layer out’ of “me” — out from the Four. Not long ago I was wondering why IG had not introduced me, nor had I spontaneously met, any new Consortium members in quite a long time. I had the feeling Nero was suggesting they were complete. I went to my list and realized that made 12. I had guessed at 12 or 16 being the final number.

I went looking for a picture to represent Nero. I thought to myself that I would just enter google terms to match his general visage, then go through pics and see what I felt best about. What I found the instant I started was that he was present and had an opinion of his own. When he saw what he felt was best for me to choose, it had nothing to do with the fact that the man had much darker hair, was younger, had no strong roman nose, and so was rather different to me physically. Something about how *I* felt about the picture — more a sort of ‘my relationship to it and how it made me feel about the person’ — is what matched.

Bolehren was similar. The pic she chose was darker than she, and in my view didn’t look a lot like her aside from female with brown hair, but she loved how I felt about the picture (the woman is adorable) and felt that was perfect.

Taan chose a picture that wasn’t even a person but I find endearing and funny every time I see it. It matches his sense of humor and the ongoing innate joy he has.

Ray is short and strong but disliked all my dwarf googling (with some disgust) and chose something more like a strong man.

L’Anna was easy because she had appeared in the guise of a TV character to begin with, saying my attention to that character in the previous days was partly coming from her, to make our introduction easier.

Nedlund I have only seen eyes so far. Not close enough or integrated I guess. I’m still waiting to see more of him so I can find something to better match.

Hot ___ I still haven’t got his second half of name yet. And he is not as egyptian looking as his pic, or maybe he is moreso but just not that exact thing, but where else is there a pic of something like that, I ask you.

Marcus also chose a pic for himself darker than he really is to me, and I couldn’t remember where I’d seen that real person before until I remembered: a TV character I liked very well once who actually went by the name Marcus in the show (Babylon 5). That seemed a little funny, and makes it more iffy where imagination bleeds into this archetypal game of identifying with internal aspects, doesn’t it.

Mei Lee matches a painting of a woman I cannot find. Hers is temporary until I stumble on something else that matches better. She is blonde with hair pulled back, an intelligent but lovely face, a bit elegant in look.

Ithikah is only the ’shape’ he gave me of himself, and rolled out inside me. Nothing comes close to that except that actual shape.

Jared the roman centurion and El Nino his black stallion came out ok. I have been talking with Jared and El Nino off and on lately. Trying to warm Jared up to me. I feel drawn to him but he still acts as if he is separate and slightly resentful of me.

Calmé liked that pic we found. She is darling internally as well.

The four elementals-of-soul in the middle, with IG at top. It is a nice reminder for me. At IG’s suggestion I sometimes visualize hugging or holding hands with each of them. Having a sort of visual, no matter how silly it kind of must be to others, does help me establish a thought form place for them inside me.

It’s on an otherwise black desktop screen. So fairly dark and decent for meditating.

The irony to all this is that at one time I reacted so badly to any of them. I felt almost hysterical and angry or afraid. And now I feel like I love them and need them and I often feel great gratitude for them, and wonder how it was I could go so long without knowing and feeling them as part of me.

Recently in a half-daydream some woman tried to introduce herself to me as an aeon from a different grouping. I told her to get lost. So apparently the resistance hasn’t passed, only to this particular group. They are all so awesome.

I have wondered, is it coincidence that Ithikah is very tall and Hot __ is hugely tall, and they are front and back? Is it coincidence that the two to each side are fair women and both something to do with healing and more, I sense? My impression of their positioning (which they allowed me to put in a circle but had their opinions on how that should work) was always that, as one of them once said, it did matter a little, but not much. It was just mildly representative of our relationship.

I’ve had a few more conversations about ‘awareness’ with them. I still don’t have much of it. Mostly Nero, when it does come through.

PJ
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I’ve mentioned a few times that one reason I blog my experiences, and as soon as possible, is because I forget them otherwise. No, let me be more precise; I forget them either way. But this way, I can re-read my blog and be reminded of them. I often have to read this stuff half a dozen times before it stops “falling out of my head” and I can easily remember it.

I actually think this is a serious issue in shamanistic-type paths that is seldom addressed. (Maybe people forget to address it. Haha. Or maybe it’s just embarrassing.) Our reality is defined by what we accept and pay attention to. Obviously, the things which most challenge the definition of our reality, and of our identity, are the most difficult to deal with, and will have the most denial and evasion present.

For me, the Aeons (guides) (yes I still think the ‘aeons’ term as a noun for those identities is a bizarre one, but it returned so often when wondering how to define them I’ve decided to go with it and trust that a better understanding of ‘why’ will eventually arrive. Although in case I didn’t mention it, part of the info was that they are not just a span of energy but a span of both space and time as well. It’s really very weird.), and archetypes, they threaten my current “sense of identity” and “belief system” constantly.

Some things, by their nature, will not stay. The Private Oracle stuff, that literally fell out of my brain within 20 seconds, although he did explain why, and what I had to do to prevent that. I simply must do that kind of communication while sitting at my computer so I can record it on the fly. Most things, though, are ok at the time — but I need to record it within a day or I lose a large % of it, and if I don’t get it recorded within a few days it’s gone.

Today I opened up this ‘meditation google spreadsheet’ I have which lists the various stuff I would like to meditate upon. I realized that in my blog here, I had met a guide (the tall statue like guy whose name was haute-some-thing) and forgot to put him in the little diagram that shows ‘where’ they appear around me. He is behind me, behind Jared and El Nino.

But when I pulled it up, in the top right corner position, it had one I don’t remember: it said: RAY.

Somewhere between April 26 when I first made that chart, and a couple months ago, I apparently met an aeon/guide named ‘Ray’ and he was in that position so I recorded him there. Or her. Or it. But I didn’t write it down, at least, I can’t find any trace of it in this blog, or in my email.

So it’s gone to me. I will ask IG to bring Ray back and introduce me again and perhaps I will remember something, who knows. All I know for now is that once again (it’s happened before) I have done a meditation or had some spontaneous experience, failed to write it down promptly, and it fell out of my mind as if it had never even happened.

That’s weird don’t you think.

You know this reminds me of something from years ago. I was walking through a street faire in the city I grew up in (Ventura CA). I hate crowded events and was pushing my way through the crowd, not really thinking about anything. I happened to come right up face to face with a woman in the process who gasped out loud on seeing me, jaw dropping, and exclaimed in a half-whisper, “You’re a walk-in!” as if that was something amazing. I had no idea what she was talking about. The only place I’d even heard that term was when you don’t make an appointment at a hair salon. I decided she couldn’t possibly be talking to me (no matter that she seemed to be) because it just didn’t really make sense to me and by the time I was recovering from the surprise of it we had already passed each other in the crowd.

Some time later, probably a few years I’m not sure, I was in a big inside shopping Mall in Oxnard CA. I was walking down the tiles toward a store when I happened to see a very well-dressed woman (maybe late 30s) in a business-like suit on the other side of the aisleway, walking the other direction, toward me. I wouldn’t have noticed her except that she looked at me and then did a sort of double-take, and then totally detoured across the mall toward me. It was obvious she was going to say something to me long before she got there, and we both stopped when she reached me. She said quietly to me, “Do you know that you’re a walk-in?” and I just looked at her blankly. I knew a meaning for the term then. I’d read this book by Lobsang Rampa my step-grandma had given me and talked with her about it, it was this far-out thing where allegedly someone’s soul, rather than dying, jumps hosts (bodies) and lets someone else die but takes their body so they can stay in this timeline. At that moment, I couldn’t even imagine what on earth such a thing could have to do with me. But the oddity is the weird way I reacted. I just walked away. I mean, it was rude of me, and I should have said something, or asked what she meant or why she would say that, wouldn’t you think. But I didn’t. I walked away and I kid you not, within a few steps I could completely forgotten it EVER happened.

I remembered years later, when I ‘woke up’ and realized I didn’t start in this body — a truly horrible realization, akin to BladeRunner’s girl discovering her whole childhood was a lie and she didn’t really have parents, she was really just AI not human. Then, I suddenly remembered both of those events which had fallen completely out of my brain until that moment, and I observed how odd my reaction was, especially to the second event. It seemed clear to me that I was simply not ready to know that, to deal with that, and so was in complete denial about it, so I couldn’t hold the memory.

I had a ton of experiences that were ‘anomalies’ over the years, things some would consider related to ‘aliens and entities’, though different people might class them differently (in UFOlogy or Spiritual Warfare or Mind Control or god-only-knows what else). Many times, I had a certain genre of experience repeatedly, but it always just fell out of my head. Then eventually when I was able to consciously focus on and ‘accept’ a given thing that made it ok and possible to me, it was like a ‘tag/label update’ on all the database entries that related to that, and all the sudden I had a whole group of memories that I had never been able to recall before and never “correlated together” before. What this meant in practice was that I would have an experience that seemed novel, but once I fully ‘integrated’ it, I would realize that I’d had many such experiences for years.

It had the disconcerting effect of making me feel like I really didn’t know a damn thing about myself OR my life, that so much of it had been “under the radar” for me.

Me, the logical, rational one, the skeptical one. And it turns out there was nothing logical or rational about me, only an impressive ability to ignore half my experiential universe so I could believe that I was logical and rational. Given the degree of fear (even panic) that I perceive on the part of many so-called skeptics (it wouldn’t be such evangelism otherwise. They are ’scoffers’ or ‘pseudo-skeptics’. Real skeptics don’t behave like that), I think this may be more common that we (as a culture) realize.

I hope I find Ray.

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