Thursday, 4 August 2011

The Third Eye...Our Very Own Cinema of the Mind

I’ve noticed something in recent weeks: I am getting more and more clear images and also more fantasy images in my so-called “third eye”, the little cinema screen inside you head located between you eyes where you see images that you just think are inside your head until you realise that this third eye is a real gift and very useful indeed.

I’ve always thought of myself as not being very good at the visual and being more of a word-based person; not surprising for someone who a friend described only yesterday as clearly having a writer’s soul! But, actually, I am finding that as I learn to stop and pay attention to some of the things I see when I close my eyes, I am seeing more and more interesting things. This suggests to me that Ia m building the “third eye muscle” over time and that it will become a strong tool for communication within me and externally.

Let me explain. You see, there appear to be two now distinct types of images: those that I have described as fantasy images, not real “photos” of people and things and those that are snapshots of something real, past, present and maybe even future (though I have no real personal experience of the latter myself).

Yesterday, I experienced a snapshot image of a young boy, a black and white photos obviously dating back to the 1940’s or so. This kind of image is not one for interpretation and without other skills I would never have known who the boy was and why I was seeing him. Through psychic connection with my guides I gleaned that he was the latest incarnation of the soul who is my one true soulmate and whom I already knew had chosen to remain in spirit at this key time and incarnation in order to assist me better from “above”. Indeed, I was then introduced to him and what followed was a most extraordinary introduction to this soul who is the mirror of me and whose love for me is second to none other than the universal consciousness itself.

His name as I knew him in our last joint incarnation many thousands of years ago in Kashmir, India, was Castria and I saw a picture of his face in that life, a young, handsome man with a slim light-skinned face and medium length dark burly locks and an intriguing smile, a man who, I am told, was my lover in yet another gay life of mine (that makes 3 I am aware of including this one!). He simply told me that he had come to announce his fulfilment of his promise to me to be by my side always, now that my “real work” in this life is about to begin.

So, there is what is for me a beautiful example of why real images can sometimes appear. But what then of fantasy images and how do I distinguish between them?

I will answer the second question first. The non-fantasy type of image, whether still or moving, has a certain vividness to it and leaves me with a knowing that it is a real image and not a creation of my subconscious imagination. I cannot put it any other way. The fantasy ones are often clearly so and are less vivid. These are a communication from the subconscious for whatever reason. Observed and interpreted appropriately, they give you a message about what is going on or something that needs attention in your life. They may also be a message for communication to someone else - I sometimes see representational images when a friend is seeking support in some way.

I recently a dream in fact (while sleeping) that told me I was making progress in accepting my new role in life as a teacher instead of a lawyer. But how did this show up - as words printed on a page in my head? No! The subconscious works in images, not words. The dream was strange. My current partner existed in the background of awareness and I was out at a gathering at a sort of multi-designer studios and there was a party in fact and my clothes were swapped from my fuddy duddy one for a really nice modern one that really suited me (see the imagery in that!) and I wanted to keep it and by the end of the dream (into which I kept dipping after moments of wakefulness) I was in my coat but with the new shirt underneath and I felt I had to own up to it and pay for it so I asked whose it was and could I buy it. It ended there as I awoke. In between I went to the loo and a man could see through the toilet that just had railings, not private at all and he came in thought he space was so tight even before he did that I couldn't move well and he stood behind me and took my penis and helped me pee and that was it (I think I awoke again then!) and later in the party my ex partner (who was not just like him but was a perfect image of his about 10 years ago) arrived but we were not together (as I said, my current partner existed in my awareness but was not there) and indeed I even referred to him as my ex and I showed off my new clothes, though he wasn't too impressed it seemed to me.

What is strange too is that I feel emotional and I couldn't put my finger on what the feeling was. It was making me feel tearful but it didn't feel like fear of the future actually and then it hit me, it is a grieving for the passing of a dear and longstanding friend, the old me, like I am sad to see him go. I suppose that is a sort of hanging on - my ex being there was a representation of the past yet I was not wanting to be with him at all and in fact I didn't much like him. I found him uninterested in anyone but himself. I think the coat over the new shirt was about the holding on, hiding my new self perhaps.

So, what I saw in this is progress, a recognition that I am a new person but not a full acceptance of it still. I later realised what the toilet incident meant: the toilet itself was tiny in two small chambers and had bars like bamboo in light grey around it so anyone could see in and though I noticed it but it didn't really bother me. That's when the chap appeared (after the event he looked completely different - neither one attractive at all!). It wasn't about sex in the dream and less so in its message. In simple terms, it represented my power and creativity (the penis!) and that I was comfortable for people now to see it though still a little reserved (the bars and the noticing of the visibility) and the man handling me (there was no sex) was my being comfortable with my power and its ability to call to & reach people.

That was a dream although it works the same way as with waking fantasy images and likewise comes from the deep subconscious processing things. Today I had an example of a waking “story”. In it, I saw an old man in a dark cloak and hood that looked a bit like a monk. He sat and looked forward, slightly hunched, sitting in moonlight on a snowy winter’s night. Afterwards he got up and was suddenly driving through the snow with some horses pulling a sledge or cart (I couldn’t quite make out which). Then the horses got stopped by the snow and became engulfed in it. Then a fresh image came: the horses somehow now free, the man, now looking remarkably like Santa Claus, was  happily driving the horses forward at speed (speed that had the horses hairs swept back and snow cleared in their path until they took off into the air and by this time it was Santa Claus happily about to deliver his gifts to the children of the world. I then saw the deep, deep snow and a way ahead already cut in it for the man to pass through without hindrance.

This was very clear for a fantasy yes also vague and suddenly shifting like in a dream. So, what do I interpret this to mean? Well, the man in the monk’s outfit is me. I always say that I am about to live a non-religious ministry! I see that in a sometimes cold and dark world, if I allow myself to get caught up in the things that surround me, I will eventually be stopped and swallowed up by the cold and dark and so be unable to deliver on my gifts to mankind. So, instead, I must go speedily through the cold and dark, paying no attention to either aspect of my surroundings and instead keeping my eye on the road ahead (the vision for the future) and if I do this I will find that a way will always be made for me to pass safely through and deliver the gifts to the children, the gifts of my words to the lives of many unhappy souls eagerly awaiting their Santa Claus.

You may see my images differently but that is how I see them and indeed it makes sense to me at this crossroads in my life as I venture out to share with people what I have learned that has set me free in the hope it will help others. What is wonderful is that we can receive feedback from within, and feel truly connected with our whole selves. This muscle is becoming quite powerful and in identifying it, its power and effectiveness will grow even faster.

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