Field Notes: How The Journey Began
Posted April 7, 2011
"If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door" - Milton Berle
I've done a stupid thing. Well, more stupid than usual. And, believe me, that's saying something.
Recently, I was offered a rare and highly advanced shamanistic meditation technique that would permanently open the third eye. Sounded simple enough. For a period of two weeks all I had to do was perform a repetitive meditation involving jaw positioning, sound tones and certain breathing patterns and - blammo - instant spiritual vision. Fair enough: after all, intrepid warrior that I am, I have had plenty of experience with the fourth dimension. I knew what to expect.
The 'third eye' is actually a gland positioned in the center of the brain called the Pineal Gland. This small grape sized gland looks something like a pine cone and is attached to a thick series of nerve impulses that forge a pathway toward a tiny bump between the eyebrows. Plato, as well as many great minds throughout the ages, considered the Pineal Gland to be the very location of the soul.
In most people the Pineal Gland is severely atrophied. And for good reason; as there would be no other way for us to learn from or appreciate our daily 'third dimensional' reality while distracted by the hidden world. During certain spiritual practices, however, the Pineal Gland expands, opens and releases large amounts of a substance still misunderstood by modern science.
And, trust me, when permanently opened, the 'third eye' perches smack-dab in the middle of your forehead for all to see; vulnerable, bulbous, unsightly…like some sort of fledging bird preening its new pinfeathers. When it finally squawks, however, everything squawks back. That's the way it works. Everything watches.
I had no idea the sheer number of spiritual entities around us at any given time. Certainly, I had seen glimpses of them here and there; feathery gliding shadows, luminous orbs, disembodied voices, ghostly flashing colors… to name but a few. But this: this is completely different.
It starts during the meditation: a pleasant humming feeling in the forehead, then a buzzing, then an ache. This, I assume, is the Pineal Gland becoming active. After that, over the next few days the body begins to purge itself of unnecessary toxins. Rashes, hives, intense sweating, incredible thirst; it is unbelievably draining. Then, days later, as the wisdom of the body finally allows the heart to also cleanse, the nightmares begin. It is, to say the least, an emotionally demanding few weeks.
Finally, though, you can see.
And, oh my, it is a very complicated world out there. I have spent much of the last few days simply sitting on a park bench watching. Shadow entities, unearthly insects, fast walking angelic energies, reptilian crawling creatures, crowds of wandering people and the colors everything has… the trees, the stones, the sounds of the wind and, and…trust me, you don't want to know what settles onto your face and body at night while you are asleep. And I was right: the stars are most definitely alive.
I have only just begun to understand it. I'll keep you posted.