July 17, 2007

• Light Casts a Shadow

  The day after the “Fire the Grid” global meditation project, I can think and write about it objectively.  I’m so empathetic that yesterday the metaphysical energies being marshaled and manifested were giving me frissons, tingling electrical surges along my spine and out to my fingertips.

  In earlier days I was a sponge, soaking up the “subtle” (intangible, but to a sensitive person, not so subtle) projections, emanations, and vibrations from my environment.  Not a sponge any longer, I have become a processor of a sort.  That’s my best succinct description, but if you know me, you know I won’t stop with a succinct word or phrase.  I will elaborate.

  I do all sorts of things with these mental abilities and capacities I call, “psychic”, for want of a better term.  I work with them, play with them, communicate through them, use them to help me learn, and frequently find myself making unexpected discoveries through them.  One thing I don’t do is try to shut them down or block them.

  I am aware of some elaborate ritual magick designed to block psychic influences, and I am familiar with several ways to tinker with neurochemistry to shut one’s receptors down.  Such measures might appeal to someone in the “sponge” phase of psychic development but, if used, they can put an end to that development.  I prefer to deal with this stuff in the same ways I deal with other psychosocial challenges:  openly, honestly, in my own style.

  I asked my son Doug yesterday if he was sensing anything from the planetary buildup to the hourlong collective meditation.  He did that inward looking thing he does, unconsciously crossing his eyes and rolling them upward to focus on the third eye.  After a moment, he focused on me again and said he felt restless.  His restlessness was evident in his behavior, too.  Several times I saw him suddenly rise from his seat as if prodded, and just go… out the door, around, walking off the excess energy.

  This morning, I was at the computer when he got up.  First thing he said to me was to ask what time the Fire the Grid thing had happened.  I said it was from 3:11 AM to 4:11, our time.  He gave a wordless hum in response that said, “okay, now I understand.”  I gave him the raised eyebrows and he explained, “At about 3:45, I felt like my head was going to explode.”

  I had gone to sleep as usual last night, and woke just after 3 AM.  I lay there and held myself in Theta, the brainwave state between Delta sleep and relaxed Alpha, about 4-7 Hertz.  It is known as the shamanic state of consciousness, and is the frequency found in studies of meditating adepts.  I learned to recognize when I’m in it, and how to stay in it, through biofeedback techniques (also known as “practice”).

  I wasn’t consciously doing anything.  In meditation, one doesn’t.  One just IS.  At an unconscious level, I was sensing and processing, as ever.  As the intense energies faded away, I drifted off into Delta, and woke somewhat earlier than usual today, feeling relatively well energized and rested.  I hadn’t been giving conscious Beta state thought to the experience until Doug came in and mentioned it.  Then, this thought formed in my mind and came out my mouth:

  “If there were not all those Light Workers out there battling the Forces of Darkness, there wouldn’t be all that darkness fighting back.”

  Doug immediately came back:  “Yes.  Light casts a shadow.”

  Sometime approximately four decades ago, I was intensely caught up in the battle of good versus evil.  The theme was coming up everywhere and I was bumping into it any way I turned.  About that time, I read Stephen King’s The Stand, and felt as if he must have been on the same wavelength.

  Since then, my philosophy has matured and expanded.  I don’t believe in “negative energy” or “positive energy.”  Energy is just energy, and it can be used in many different ways.  Trying to narrow it down to only two possibilities cannot possibly cover all the bases.  An action or event that one person perceives as “evil” will be unequivocally “good” to someone else.  The rain that ruins a parade or cancels a ballgame, was the answer to farmers’ prayers.

  I have written before that it is quite natural and probably inevitable that a bipedal species with bilateral symmetry and  bisexual reproduction, which evolved on a planet rotating on its axis in relation to a light source causing “day” and “night”, with a lesser light source orbiting it and being visible only during the dark phase, would tend to develop a dualistic paradigm.

  Somewhere during that species’ evolution, it was also inevitable that some of its members would begin to notice some shades of gray and a spectrum of other colors.   We can think and compare things in much more complex ways now than simply either/or.  We can observe and explore a relativistic continuum of reality in a Cosmos of relativity.

  Light does still cast shadows, and each time those on the side of “good” challenge and threaten those whose beliefs and desires differ from theirs, they elicit an embattled stance and resistance.  On my “better” days, in my “right” mind, I’m not in that war.  I’m a noncombatant in principle, learning to practice it.  I have found that it is more conducive to my own growth, development, understanding and peace of mind, to contemplate the Oneness of All, rather than choosing up sides and going into battle.  Not seeing things in black and white, and not needing to make a choice about the “rightness” of any part of it, as I accept it all and explore, I learn and grow.
  

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