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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Then I thought: come to think of it, we all live in boxes.

We make boxes to connect our boxes, hallways and more, so we’re in a bigger box nearly all the time, and in no danger of being boxless or even temporarily un-boxed.

We get in a box with wheels to go to our bigger multi-box box to work.

Sometimes we all go out to dinner in the same box.

Aliens must think human psychology is weird and fascinating.

PJ

For years I could not hear my guides. I could see their lips moving, isn’t that hilarious, but I could not hear them. Now they won’t shut up. (Just kidding. Sort of.) Today when I asked Tek what this was he tried to tell me. I could feel that I was blocking him.

It SO bugs me because I don’t know why. I mean seriously, who cares? I had already DONE the meditation, it was over, so why not know what it was? Why would my psychology block that? God only knows. Anyway so today it was a mystery.

I was sitting in my rocking chair again, waiting for the slab bacon to finish baking, since I had already finished the marinade for dinner’s Pork Loin Rotisserie. (Apparently today is eat-a-pig day. I’m sorry, pig.) I had no idea how much longer the bacon was going to require cooking because I was cooking twice as much as usual at a lower temp than usual.

Me: Self, how much longer till the bacon will be done?

Self: About 8 minutes.

(Me to myself: why did I never before think of just asking myself such things??)

Me: Tek, I have 8 minutes. Do you have a med that can fit in there?

Tek: Yep. (He instantly starts putting stuff in front of me.)

I’m sitting at a table with him standing near me, and in front of me on the table to the left is a small soft object. I can’t decide if it’s irregularly shaped or the vaguest bit rounded-triangular in 3D. It looks like it is covered with greasy grime of some kind. But at least nothing is growing on it. So the disgust level is not too bad but it’s not super pleasant, either.

To the right on the table is what looks like a silver hair pick, the kind with about 8 tines in a row. In school the kids with afros used to just stick them in their hair and leave them there (which I found hilarious. I wondered what would happen if I went to school with a hairbrush stuck in my hair one day. I didn’t think anybody would get it. Or they’d kick my ass if they did).

Me: Tek, surely you cannot mean for me to spear this little thing with that tool but I can’t think of any other way to use it on it.

Tek: The tool is for later.

So I started to pick up the little mucky thing and then stopped.

Me: I’m going to add gloves and so on here…

Tek: No. You need to touch this.

Me: You’re kidding! Aren’t you the guy who once forced me to wear a hazmat suit during one of these?!

Tek: That was something different. You need more of a connection to this.

Me: Oh brother. Ok fine. I’ll have one hand that has no gloves. Maybe just the fingers. Maybe — oh hell {on sensing “that look” from him}, FINE THEN.

So I pick it up in my hands and visualized that I’m holding it gently over a sink running the cleansing water of life and I work on rinsing it off. It takes a bit and I have to gently rub it all over to get the stuff off. Finally it’s clean.

Me: What do I do with it?

He takes it from my hands and then he and I are someplace else. He hands me the silver tool and points upward. I look straight up, craning my neck back in a way, and I see there is this long … damn. Shapes are hard to describe. Imagine something about four inches wide that is just like some kind of layer of something and it’s slightly irregular but long in shape, like 4 inches by a few feet.

(You understand my perspective is all over in these. It could be microscopic, really.)

Tek: You need to break up the surface covering that area first.

So I took the tool and did tiny little pokes, very completely across it, and I brushed all the junk off that I’d broken up. Then I imagined some forced air cleaning it off really well.

Tek: There are actually tiny little tubes of a sort, in just the shape of your tool, that go into this. You can’t see them well because they are clogged. You need to gently push the tool all the way into those holes to help clear them out inside.

I felt around. I could feel them more than see them. I set a tool-guide visual that when my tool was precisely in the right place it would ding and light up, and then I would gently push it all the way in and pull it out again. These things were maybe half an inch apart and it took awhile to go through the whole length of that region. Then I did another forced-air and then a water of life pressure wash to make sure everything was clear. I went through all the junk and made sure it was fine-particle size, imagined lightning frying it all into “inert” chemically, then dumped it in a waste bin.

The thing above me now was more dark fleshy pink colored than it had been and seemed like it would be sort of … exuding something from the other side of it to this side, like a long flat-tube-ish area just dripping something into the area where I was standing from tiny little pretty regularly-spaced holes.

Me: So what’s the little thing I washed got to do with that area up there?

Tek: It deals with what comes in from up there.

Me: What is that thing, and this area?

Tek: {I see his lips moving but can’t get the concept or word. Damn!}

Body: Eight minutes are up! Your bacon is done.

I leap up and walk to the kitchen and open the oven. It’s perfectly cooked. Way to go.

PJ
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*

I was relaxed but not at all asleep when Tek showed up. Tek is a ‘body-archetype’ I guess. Times when I drop into this “white lab area” to work on stuff related to my body, he’s the technician. But it’s usually a matter of me going there and there he is. Never have I seen him anywhere else — let alone in my awareness when I am not meditating at all. But there he was.

And suddenly we were together somewhere ‘else’. In the ‘else’-place, there was what I thought was a big wall, but then realized it was a big object of some kind, I was just seeing a part of it. The wall was lightly covered in places, and super densely in others especially nearer the top, with these darkest-brown “nodules”. They felt like spherical barnacles.

I had the feeling that whatever they had begun as, attached in a tiny piece but added to it and grown, it had been “alive”. Not alive like a full life form, but like… like molecules and cells felt a bit more alive than they normally do to me, and they were as much alive as anything else at that level.

He pointed and I followed his focus. A wave of nausea passed through me, which is pretty common for body-cleaning areas he focuses me on. I could tell that the surface of this wall/object was normally firm but soft/flexible. But where the nodule/barnacle/sphere-things were present, it seemed to be firmer (most of it), and where they were denser especially around the top, it got stiffer until in the areas where they were super dense, the entire area just seemed really thick, rock-hard and encrusted.

That didn’t seem like a good thing at all.

Tek handed me some kind of tool. It looked like a kitchen implement but nothing I’ve seen before. It was silver and was a group of strong straight wire-like things with blunt ends, bundled together at one side with a handle, with the middle one sticking out more than the others. I had the feeling I was supposed to do something with this, like use it on the nodules. Maybe to pry them off, I thought, though it wasn’t clear how that shape would apply to such a thing.

“I’m falling asleep,” I observed, in some apology to him because that meant my awareness would be checking out any time now. He just stepped back as if to leave, and then said as he vanished, as if oh-by-the-way: “That’s your liver.”

I was so interested in that I knew, blessedly, I would remember it. Then I fell asleep.

I forgot about all this until this evening. I was sitting in the rocking chair holding my cat Lina, relaxing while my rotisserie cooked a few chicken breasts. I couldn’t think of anything I felt less like doing than concentrating on disgusting things in my head, at that moment, but I didn’t have any good excuse for NOT doing the med as I sat there doing nothing else of value.

So I dropped back into the ‘place’ I’d been with Tek. Called The Angelics, the ‘archetypes’ of Angels, who showed up and both placed one hand on a shoulder blade behind me. They don’t give energy but they ’share guidance’ is the best way to put it.

I called Inner Guide (IG) and asked for whatever archs she thought needed, and I brought in Sun (and held him tight for awhile) and Responsibility as my standards. She brought in Venus and Mars, although I was baffled at what they would have to do with this kind of thing.

I didn’t know where to begin though, and finally had the presence of mind to ask IG for whatever archetype could best help me work through this meditation. Then I wondered why I never thought to ask for that kind of archetype before. Too obvious, maybe? It was an ordinary guy who I was super comfortable with.

*

He thought maybe I should start in what seemed like a corner sorta. It wasn’t, it was just the positioning of the object (which was about 3x as big as me in that perspective), but it was at the very top, the hardest area, that made sense. I took the tool, turned it this way and that and said, “This is just not really made for this.” I imagined a short sword, then worried about hurting the organ itself, so I changed the blade to something like my very thick, tough silicone spatula that I use for everything in the kitchen — as a turner, a scraper, a stirrer, sometimes even a knife for soft things.

I started trying to slide the blade under the heavy crusted nodules but they seemed literally attached. I mean like some part of them… bit into or attached to actual cells of the organ. Like how barnacles I think can slightly soften the rock or something (I could be wrong about that). He said, “No reason not to try the standard archetype process.” So I imagined the water of love and chemical of love and special-barnacle-peeling-gel-of-love hahaha. Then I had the idea for lightning and I psych’d myself up for it, and then imaged a flood of lightning flashing through me and specifically electrifying all this junk and ’separating’ it in a flash from the organ.

Then I went with the short-soft-sword all around the organ. I pried off all this stuff, and it wasn’t that hard to pry it off as I thought it would be. Just a lot of it was all. I got the entire object done except one small spot on the other side that had some kind of problem and I had to say I’d come back to it; it felt like in that area, there was actually an erosion, an eating-away-spot gouging out a small area.

I had intentionally imagined a ‘catching’ area for all the massive crap I was hacking off. Looking down, it was like one of those rooms full of balls that kids jump in, except everything was in varying shades of brown and yucky. Tek suddenly showed up at my right.

“That’s what the tool is for,” he said, motioning to all the stuff. “You need to break it up into tiny pieces. We don’t want to release this like it is into the body.”

So I went through first and ’stabbed’ all of the nodules so everything was broken up into chunks. Then I went through, imagining it moving impossibly fast, and broke everything up like a whisk of sorts, until everything was a fine-granuled particle. Then I visualized dumping it all into a big sealing trashcan that would take it straight to ‘waste disposal’.

*

I almost forgot, then I went back to the spot that had some kind of problem. Up close, it looked like something had been ‘eating away’ at this tiny spot. I finally, with the arch’s guidance, decided to disassemble the cells all around and inside that area, a bit like cutting out the rotting flesh in a way but gentler, and got that made inert and broken up and in the waste. Then I poured energy into the ‘healing’ of that area from inside and out. In the end it was still vulnerable and I imagined some kind of good-cells that would cover it like a bandaid patch while it totally healed and got its natural shape back again.

*

Tek said that went just fine and he has more I could do if I were willing. I said ok then. Sure why not. I’m really working on supplements and reading on biology and more lately, so it’s sensible I’d be tuning into body-stuff.

PJ
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In psychology official, abreaction is “the release of emotional tension achieved through recalling a repressed traumatic experience.” Its definition indirectly or directly implies that this recall is via ‘words, behavior, or imagination’. Nowhere does it suggest that “spontaneous muscle spasms” qualify for the term, though I suppose they do. For whatever reason, the MDs and PhDs that ran one of the places where I studied hypnosis used that term for that effect.

Abreactions were not uncommon, in fact they were pretty much the norm. Where, how often, how extreme, etc. they might be depended not just on the person but on the subject matter, and I assumed, the degree of belief system issues they were having with absorbing suggestions directly. If one line of suggestion was meeting regular abreactions, the result wasn’t likely to be good; best to take a different tact.

At one point, I started studying people around me whom I was not hypnotizing, and came to the interesting conclusion that perhaps many people abreact quite a lot in fact. But it’s such a small thing, few of us even notice it. We haven’t been trained to do so, to pay attention to that kind of thing, to have any idea it might mean something. So in a way, our body is constantly talking to us, we just don’t hear it.

Of course, muscle spasms do also happen for musculature reasons that are not necessarily related to any deep psychological meaning. Sometimes a muscle is just a muscle, you might say.

Just to be clear, I am NOT talking about major, charley-horse type spasms. Those issues can be caused by low magnesium/potassium/calcium. This is something I know too much about, as every time you shift suddenly to low-carb eating, you drop all the artificial ‘bloating’ your body holds in order to process carbs. The sudden drop in water/glycol bloat washes out a lot of those minerals temporarily and if you are not supplementing with them, ‘charley horse’ spasms in legs/feet for a short time are not uncommon. That is not the kind of muscle spasm I am talking about.

The kind I’m talking about range from barely perceptible even when you’re looking for them, to a major “jerk” of the whole body. They range from a ‘twitch’ you don’t notice to such a wild spasm that you forget literally everything in your head at that moment.

In archetype meditations I have often run into abreactions. The most difficult meditations I’ve ever done have always been accompanied by plenty of abreactions — often instantly when a certain idea, image or concept comes up. Here’s a few quotes from old blog posts here to give some real examples of how this comes about. I admit I don’t usually make a note of it except in the more extreme cases, but it’s not an uncommon thing in more minor degree.

Adjustment, Take II
The moment I arrived and took IG’s hands–already my mind trying to escape–and begged her to help hold my attention there, I began abreacting. Muscle spasms went crazy. [...] Every few seconds I would abreact somewhere. It is very obvious I have a severe problem with this archetype but I can’t really figure out why. [...] My mind wandered. I held my mind fiercely and my body spasmed so intensely I forgot who the hell I was for a moment. But I began again. And again. And again. And…

A Heavy Issue, Take I
I looked over at the playing cards moving around in the air beside us. I tried to ’see’ one clearly. I had a flash of something..
Me: Wands.
My right leg spasmed violently.
I closed my eyes and waited, like in RV, for the next data point.
Me: Red. Feet? Seems like feet or print of feet, but also red.
Both of my legs spasmed more violently.
Me: Horse? I think.
My entire body spasmed wildly.
Me: For godssakes! And won’t THAT meditation be fun I bet…

A Heavy Issue, Take I
I thought that sudden memory was IG giving me an answer. So I said, “OK, I want to meditate on “my problem with extra bodyfat” now.”
I sneezed violently.
I said dryly to IG, “Well that’s gonna be quite the meditation I bet.” IG seemed amused, in a good way, the first time I’ve got that sense from her.

Knock Knock, Neo
I’m having a lot of abreactions still. And I’m starting to forget stuff almost immediately after doing it, which makes blogging it even more important I guess. I must be working on stuff heavier duty than I realize. [...] I said to him, “I’m having constant abreactions but only in my right leg. The calf, the knee and thigh. None anywhere else. Why is it that I am reacting here to you?” And the arch said, “Why don’t you do a meditation on the archetype of your right leg.” I was dumbfounded. I never thought of meditating on a body part. And yet if our body is manifest energy, and a core part of us, and our memory and so on is throughout our body, then surely every part of the body is a primal part of us. Surely every part of our body has a great deal of symbolic and literal meaning.

Most interesting to me, as it is not the only time this has happened to me — is this one:

Arch-Dreams and Chaos
I started abreacting. I would have a thought or start an arch-dream and my body would jerk violently in one place or another, mostly lower body. I could literally feel it this time, as if energy-which-is-also-information were trying to run through my nervous system, but blocks were “shunting it off” with muscle spams. It got more severe. At one point, I found myself in this arch-dream and I went, “Hey! Hey, I remember this now! This is where I was last night! This–” and an abreaction so severe that my entire body spasmed wildly hit me. I forgot everything except that last thought. But at least it made me realize that I didn’t just pass out in the middle of a thought last night; I was doing “something”, I just don’t remember what.

So I re-read that last clip above not long ago and I thought, Hey wait a minute. That’s a big neon sign, isn’t it?! This is exactly what I should be meditating on — ask IG for “whatever that is”. If it is so severe that it knocks you unconscious when you’re meditating yet wide awake, that it later gives you such severe abreaction you forget everything in your head related to it instantly, then this is definitely something that needs attention.

But I felt fear the moment that concept hit me. I could feel it in my torso, from my solar plexus down to my groin, like a meta-physical “ghost-feeling” energy of sorts. Which tells me that yes — definitely I need to meditate on this. But more importantly it also tells me that this — this fear, this passing out — I see it as a symptom ‘related to’ the severe bodily-abreaction. Which sort of corresponds with what I have “intuitively felt” when having abreactions before, many times in fact — that it is a “shunting off”, from the nervous system I believe, of the ‘energy’, basically “not allowing” it to be processed through the body — and, I have a couple of times ’sensed’, that it is literally traveling through the body and up to (or returni
ng to) the ‘brain’ area but it’s never making it that far; the body is kicking it off the path before it can get there. So the mind cannot ‘think’ about it because ‘the thought never reaches you’ you might say. You could call it denial but this is happening at a body/subconscious level before that energy/info ever has the chance to even make it into your processing mind.

To a vastly lesser degree — but still worth noting — I sometimes abreact in Remote Viewing sessions as well. I seem to do it more when dehydrated. I seem to do a lot more when there is a great deal of trauma in the target, in fact, if I’m doing a target and abreacting all over the place I know it’s going to be a ‘mass trauma’ target (eg a photo of the immediate aftermath of — while still pulling survivors and bloody victims out of rubble — some massive disaster, e.g. a major earthquake). When people are dead already, or when it’s just something explosive, or when it’s long after or before the disaster or not with a focus on humans, I don’t get it so much. But when there is a mass number of humans in great drama/trauma/death all at once in a target, I am likely to either bluescreen the entire negative or have a terrible problem with abreactions (and getting data at all, as a result, since my body is throwing most of it off the line!) during session.

I know this is boring (my readers are already snoring) but I think this is important.

It’s important to RV because if abreacting does indicate a rejection of energy/information, it would matter to figure out how to work on that after or during the experience, to try and clear that out.

It’s important to meditation because if we learn to notice such things about our bodies, we learn more about ourselves. This ties into a recent thing too. Not long ago I blogged:

Body Talk
…during the meditation I had a sudden ‘twinge’ in my left foot. Of course when you meditate you get all kinds of distracting body sensations, little pains, etc. But because I was at that moment pouring energy into an archetype (to no particular effect), without thinking much about it, I shifted and for a few moments, was pouring the same kind of energy-intent into my foot where it had the painful little twinge. And I got a *major* rush, body-wide. I was astonished. It made me realize that when we are meditating on something, body stuff isn’t just a ‘distraction’ — it’s energy acting-out, it’s communication or at least warning sparks — and THAT is exactly where to focus. I mean, that’s what pain is about: saying, “pay attention to me!” And all this time I’ve been taking this no-mind meditation approach toward it — rather than the active-meditation format I actually use — I’d been working to ignore that kind of thing. Once I realized that my body could talk to me and that energy with my body was as much a part of the meditation as the other things, that seemed to come and go for awhile, as if my body was as delighted as I was that I had learned a few simple words of its language.

It isn’t just abreactions. It’s any ‘body response’. It’s like we are meditating and we want to talk with our subconscious, and our body IS our subconscious in manifest form, and every time it says something to us we go, “Shut up. I’m ignoring you because I’m meditating to talk to my subconscious.” Sheesh!

I guess it just seems to me that paying more attention to things like abreactions and sudden pains etc., may be a great deal more important than I have previously considered. Maybe when I get a serious abreaction I should actually meditate ON the abreaction.

Previously when talking with IG about remote viewing and inaccurate data, she suggested that I work directly with the problem data (after feedback) to clear/straighten out that energy in myself. We shared a kind of visualization of these vertically suspended ’strings of energy’ that had bends, stiffness, knots, frays, etc. (this representing, literally or figuratively, energy-issues with certain data) and basically rejuvenating all those strings so they would be clean, supple, strong strings of light. And then that this could be done pretty quickly, en-masse, and I imagined them all together in a group over a star-trek style transporter pad, and the energy just going through them at the quantum level and reorganizing them cleanly according to their true pattern and getting rid of interference etc. I’ve wondered if one could do this before feedback or even before the session–if we can psychically know the target, why could we not know what data points we’re going to have issues with?–and if that might help as a process ritual to ‘clear out’ energetic problems ahead of time.

Well along the same lines, maybe I should be doing that kind of “reality med” — what I call very brief shape-visualization-based meditations — on every serious abreaction, pain, itch, etc. that I might get during meditation or remote viewing.

If nothing else I am going to make a point to pay a lot more attention to this now, and to ‘allow’ my body to use this as a kind of communication. Maybe ‘itch on my left foot’ is like a task number, a ‘directive’ to pay attention to that energy (whatever it might be) at least for a moment. Maybe abreactions are just a big arrow to what we resist, refuse, etc. and great strides could be made by specifically meditating on the parts of our body that abreact, hurt, etc.

PJ
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I’ve taken up watching shows on hulu.com. I loved the Dresden files. And Firefly. And a variety of other things. I’m generally a SCIFI/FAN/ACTION sort, if that’s a clue to taste. I used to think that no decently intelligent TV shows got made for the most part. It turns out, they do get made. They just don’t last for more than 6-13 episodes is all and I never saw them. Hulu has rescued a lot of great shows from obscurity, leaving fans like me grieving that it was over before we ever even ran into it.

I did a meditation the other night. OK nearly a week ago. IG brought Ray back. It’s a male human guide. (I was thinking maybe the name might be like ray-of-light and might be something unusual, but I guess not.) Of course, despite a meditation and then a dream with Ray, I remember approximately nothing about him. This hardly seems like coincidence, given how effectively he fell out of my head the first time. Oh brother.

I used my Procyon again the other day. I haven’t used this very often and want to get back to that. It’s a light-sound machine that pulses sound and colored LED’s at beat-intervals designed to create a frequency following response in the brain that puts you in a given state of mind. I’ve had some insomnia issues and putting on some delta does seem pretty effective at knocking me out. Although in fairness if I am sleepy at all even an alpha program will do that.

The guy who runs the company I bought my unit from worked for some time on Vista 64 drivers so I could do the custom programming for it. I haven’t tried them yet (just got them a couple weeks ago) but want to try that. I like the idea of combining a verbal walk-through of say, an archetype meditation, with the cool music stuff I got (’looping’ synth tracks), with custom beat patterns both sonic and photic, to see the end result. Although it seems like this is the kind of thing you could get into and still be experimenting 60 years later. Knowing me I won’t be happy until my brain is jello.

I’ve been experimenting a little now and then with a tantric redirection of sexual energy toward the aeons around me (the guides), sort of putting energy into them/our connection. It’s a hard temptation (as the most pleasure is letting it spill out at random of course) but seems to work, insofar as directing the energy to them seems to vaporize it — which I assume means the ‘re-routing’ is effective. Have only tried it a few times and haven’t yet done it while “in” a meditation (normally I’ve done this as part of an advanced archetype meditation and a rather highly ‘personal’ relationship with the arch) so I’m not sure yet of any real result.

Temporarily (I hope) I’ve completely lost traction on my 14 year remote viewing obsession. I mean at the moment it’s like the whole topic could evaporate and I wouldn’t even care. I assume it’s just burnout on a variety of related things and that will pass. Always seems to. It feels like a good thing though. Like I had too much ‘attachment’ to it, in the Eastern sense, and I am releasing that, and letting it be-what-it-is-for-me without a lot of other conditions.

I tried my pressure cooker for the first time the other day. It did manage to turn stew meat, that would normally take a solid 6-8 hours in the crockpot to get soft, into the same texture and good taste in 15 minutes. (And 20 minutes of gradual depressurizing.) I’m going to have to start using that more and experimenting. Since I eat lowcarb (mostly meat) and cheaper cuts taste good but are tougher, anything that speeds up cooking time/trouble dramatically is a good thing. I think my next experiment in it might be pork carnitas.

I’m hoping to do a little meditating this weekend, if I can pull myself away from Hulu that is. I’m turning into a couch–well, laptop–potato. But I’m running out of shows I like well enough to sit through, bummer! Anyway I’m planning to do a brief alpha session with the procyon and then do some Tower/IG/Arch/Guide work. Hope to have something useful enough to post on before it’s over.

PJ
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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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As part of this, I instituted Martial Law in my household: also known as “lights-out bedtime”. 10pm for the kid (who turns 13 tomorrow), 11pm for me. Ideally I’m in bed at 10 too but meditating or something… but worst-case, I must be by 10:30pm. If something is not done that should be done — the story of my life! — it is just going to have to wait until morning.

So the night before last I decided to do an archetype meditation on my job, certain aspects of it. That went ok. Not real exciting though at the end I did get a small rush. What was more interesting was that later, I was still awake but starting to doze, and I was going through a sort of chaotic spontaneous visualization sequence. At one point I found myself in the air above and out from something on a cliff wall, I wasn’t sure what but it looked like a sort of balcony had been built into the cliff wall and there were people, maybe asians, standing on it. I zoomed down there in interest and flew over there and into the darkness of the cliff opening and the minute I went in, I had this HUGE body-rush, like a really good archmed. I’ve never had that happen from spontaneous stuff vs. meditating before.

Last night I decided to do an archetype meditation on today — on getting various things worked out I needed to for Ry’s birthday. I needed to renew my license; it took eons to get my certified birth certificate from another state so I could do so. 22 years ago I changed my name and I don’t have any certified document for it which I figured they’d want, dang it. I was borrowing a car I’d never driven, a van no less, for the driving test. And they didn’t even HAVE the book to study for the written test, how dumb is that (”we’re almost always out of them” – the DMV!). I needed more time than my dad probably had in order to get to walmart and order her cake and get a few things… and I needed to work out the car rental and was so worried about money, wanting it to be ok, since I loaned some to my bleeping ex (kids’ dad) who still has not repaid me two weeks after the promised time. Not sure how I could do it, it’ll be like $100/day and paypal refuses to let me promptly transfer money from my bank to them (though they will let me promptly transfer it to anybody else. Go figure!) and I don’t have enough in paypal for the car and they won’t let you use a visa-debit, only a visa. So all in all I just wanted things to go well.

This morning, I remembered what Nero has shown me about believing with faith, about suspension of disbelief, about a specific WAY of thinking about things that actually assumes and accepts that there IS an answer/solution, and that it’s nearly tip of the tongue, and it’s totally obvious, and any-second-now it is going to become clear. It isn’t merely that you are allowing for it; you’re actually forcing the space for it and pressing on it to manifest, but not by wishing, not by hoping, not by fear, but by ‘expectation’.

The archetype was Jayne. This is a character on the science fiction show “Firefly”. He’s actually a funny character; completely untrustworthy, oblivious and sexist and more, yet he is a mercenary and ridiculously tough and good with weapons, and often funny (usually by accident) and sometimes a little touching (like many men-boys are, even the worst ones). But the thing that got me is, I have NEVER had an archetype be anything, anybody, any character, that I knew! Never! I didn’t even know that COULD happen, although once I pondered it I couldn’t come up with any good reason why not.

I said, “Why would YOU be my arch??” and he said, something like (I don’t remember exactly now) it had to do with the ‘untrustworthy’ element more than anything (me not trusting how the day would go) and I had just watched an episode of the show earlier so it was a good ’symbol’. Anyway, I was ridiculously unfocused, it took like 90 minutes to do what I should have done in like 8, and the merge at the end was very small.

But today, the DMV lady actually remembered me from 11 months ago, accepted my daughter’s birth cert I happened to have in my wallet (for other reasons) as a secondary form of ID, solving that problem entirely. Then it turned out I did not have to do the driving test which solved the van problem. Then it turned out I did not have to do the written test, which solved that problem. Then because of those two points we had a lot more time, so I was able to go to walmart and order her cake and get some stuff, solving that problem. Then, the guy at the car rental place tells me it’s way cheaper online and so I do that and it turns out they only have to charge the car against the visa, I called him and he said we could charge the insurance against my debit card, whew, perfect.

As if that isn’t enough, on the way to do all this I was looking in my old (not used anymore) purse to see if I could find our social security cards, and I found a $500 check from a client from the end of April that I had never deposited! And it didn’t have a 90 day expiration on it. I couldn’t believe it! (He will git me for waiting this long, but oh well!)

I was just stunned at how well everything went. I can’t prove the meditation helped, but it certainly didn’t do any harm.

I have been meaning to outline a series of archmeds on body parts. I don’t mean like my elbow, I mean like my liver, thyroid, amygdala gland, the nervous system, fat cells, etc. I’ve been reading endlessly on health stuff and I think it would be interesting to do a series like that.

Now that I am “normalizing” my schedule to allow at least one little meditation time per night, I think I might get back to more of it.

PJ
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High Priestess from The Gilded Tarot

I am not actually into tarot as a divinatory art. However I have some limited experience with using Tarot as ‘archetypes’ in active meditations. So far it’s been ass-kickingly powerful. So I am feeling more fond of the subject than I used to be.

I found this link today that I think those of you who like the subject might like:
http://www.letarot.it/Links_lnk_lk6_eng.aspx
Everything from ancient stuff to modern artists, although not quite as many pictures online (though there are many) as I was hoping for.

Another link of interest is: http://www.tarot.com/tarot/decks/index.php I do notice that their scans are so poorly colored it makes the cards I know look completely different.

I found this link that has lots of pics of beautiful and unique decks.
http://www.loveoftarot.com/tarotimagesreviews.html

The Universe, Thoth Tarot

My favorite Tarot is the Thoth deck by Crowley and Harris (see ‘The Universe’ at left).

Archeon Tarot High Priestess

I also thought this tarot was interesting, the Archeon Tarot with the second lovely High Priestess at right.

I think there’s a lot to be said for tarot that is both ‘meaningful’ and ‘beautiful’.

On the subject of remote viewing, I once did a session in a TKR Mission that was on a Tarot card. It was on this tarot by Dali, specifically the MOON card.

Dali Tarot The Moon

Now the irony is that as far as describing the surface of the card I didn’t. However, I have a long history of “anomalous experiences” — somewhat in the “interdimensional-alien-anomaly” category — which in my perception do tie into the moon in odd ways. And sometimes very dark ways. If looked at it like an archetype — from genetics, blood and ‘overlords’ and more — the session was what I would have expected from myself. If looked at like a surface task, well, it sucked.  So objectively it was a miss but subjectively, weirdly enough, it all kind of made sense to me. Which is more than I can say for some of my sessions on far more ordinary things, come to think of it.

Some of the folks in TKR use Tarot for the base of their sessions. Not too many, 1.173% according to the stats. You’ll need to be logged in first before this link will work: http://www.dojopsi.com/tkr/rv/gallery/methodsessions.cfm?p=comp&themethod=Tarot

It’s been interesting to see that as I’d never really seen Tarot done in a double-blind remote viewing protocol before. It had always been mixed in with the woo-woo in-person stuff that psychic readings are often done within, and being a bit skeptical I hadn’t taken it very seriously as a result. Aside from which, I guess it IS ‘free response’ but being based on a prop seems less-so than ordinary viewing.

In any case, seeing some good sessions done using tarot as a “Witness” (term used in the dowsing sense) is interesting and demonstrates that this approach can work in RV as well. Who knew.

PJ