Conversations With The Master
I had a soul reading done several months ago by someone who, I'm sure,
is a competent practitioner. It was set up without my conscious participation
by a friend who wanted to share her excitement with the process. As I felt
that I had been dealing with the vagaries of life reasonably well to that
time, I went into the reading with no particular concerns. I was curious
though, to experience the process and find out what it was about.
Much of the event felt like receiving a good report card. She told me
things about my inner life and spiritual self that validated my experiences
until then. She spoke of power animals I had been working with and qualities
that I had been consciously developing. This all lent credibility to the
information she offered which was new to me. One such piece was the mention
that the Master Kuthumi was expressing an interest in making contact with
me. She suggested I pursue it when I felt ready to do so and moved on to
By this time in my life, I had already had a number of experiences,
some documented here, which led me to believe this contact was well within
the realm of possibility. I knew it didn't require me to be especially
unusual, just receptive. Besides, the chord of recognition when she spoke
of this contact was loud and clear and sweetly harmonious. So I set to
right away. I will try to transpose some of these encounters which followed
her advice now. I apologize in advance for the extreme difficulty in putting
words to them though. This contact has been marked with healthy doses of
physical, intellectual and emotional impact but the greatest impact on
me has occurred at levels of awareness that I may not be able to adequately
describe. Often the content filters into my conscious awareness days after
the event, augmenting the experience of my more controllable senses.
Early on in the effort to open myself to interaction with this awareness,
He (for want of a better term) would appear to my inner vision in a metaphoric
form as a white tiger.
In trance states, I had already flown with Eagle
many times and been swallowed a few times by a giant cobra so I had no
real fear of this beast. I was immediately willing to follow, ride, or
enter this tiger at its bidding. Unlike other animal forms I have been
privileged to enter, there seems to be little emotional content to this
experience with the tiger. There is, however, a sense of clarity I rarely
know otherwise. This clarity has been greatest when I move inside the form
and let it take me where it will. Its guiding principle for contact seems
to be to impart meaning and clarity to the principles or laws which structure
reality. I can sense its impulses to remove the cobwebs of my thought processes.
The deeper my trance state, the more fully its awareness can penetrate
the constructs I put in its way.
I wish I could say that my experiences in his presence are indelibly
etched in my mind. The truth is that they are so much more whole than my
physical world encounters that only in an altered state am I able to fully
recall the details. Bummer!
These events have been progressive in nature. Each succeeding interaction
has brought deeper contact and larger experience. A recent event was very
moving and I'll try to recount the details and put as much limit on my
own interpretations as possible.
The weekly meditation group I attend was a full house for the first
time in months. As a small group, we had become more open and trusting
of each other and the love shared between us all had been growing steadily.
Our healing circle efforts had taught us all, each in our own way, much
about clearing ourselves to channel heart energies. The result has been
increasingly potent meditations over time. There is an ebb and flow to
that sequence as individuals struggle to process the elevating frequencies
that we share. The momentum, though, is inexorable. Personally, I credit
this energy boost that the group provides with much of the opening to inner
experience I have had this past year.
On this one recent evening, after many weeks of grappling with deep
seated emotional issues, I was feeling reasonably settled inside. The energy
movement around the circle was markedly increased. The personal stories
shared brought a wonderful upsurge of love and supportiveness from us all.
As soon as I entered a meditative state by clearing my chakras and aligning
my fields, the white tiger appeared. "Goody! Gonna be a fun one!"
I jumped right inside the tiger this time, which surprised me a little,
and off we went. We traveled through terrain that I had viewed before from
above with Eagle. Through the forest, down into a gorge, across a river
and up the other side to the entrance of a cave I have come to think of
as mine. It feels so much like home.
Instead of going directly to the room with the pool and the mirror as
I usually seem to do there, we began to travel down a long tunnel. Moving
down into the darkness, I could see traces of light along the walls of
the tunnel. We moved too quickly to make out many details, but I could
feel my trance state deepen as we moved downward. I was offered the impulse
to embrace the darkness as we went along. The memory of the black pool
within this cave came to mind and I recalled the feeling of immersion in
it. I had the thought that the tunnel was bringing me to a deeper level
of awareness with each step.
With this thought, my awareness began to flicker on and off as though
at the edges of sleep. I had been having this experience often in recent
weeks while meditating. When I've asked for an explanation of this occurrence,
I have been told by the inner voice that my nervous system was being attuned
to a range of frequencies that my consciousness could not yet assimilate
so it would shut down to accommodate the process. (I actually do talk to
myself in such terms, sick puppy!) When I realized this process was happening
again, I figured the journey was pretty much over. Sigh!
With that thought, an image formed before us, sharp and clear. I was
still with the tiger and standing before a wooden gazebo. Four carved posts
on a platform held up a slate roof. It had an oriental-like architecture
which stood in sharp contrast to the pioneer traditional outhouse in the
center. Yeah! Outhouse. White painted board walls and tar paper roof of
a single seater like my grandfather used to own.
"What is this shit!" I chuckled as I went through the door.
Being in the tiger insulated me from the emotional shock of finding myself
in a huge building with row upon row of benches and a single raised platform
in the front. The benches were occupied by thousands of orange robed figures
seated and facing the front of the room. I then noticed that I was back
in my familiar form and started walking to a place which lay vacant and
beckoned to me. I plunked myself down to wait and to wonder. I could feel
the focus of the room on the platform up front and when I looked there
I saw a small old man with Santa Claus hair and beard and a face like the
child's imaginings of the face of God. I recognized though, the energy
of Kuthumi pouring from him into the room. The others were simply seated
there absorbing this outflow and basking in the awareness so I arranged
myself to do likewise. I could feel it filling me like water into a bottle.
At first it was just a trickle which felt warm and comforting and then
a stream which seemed to push the outsides of my being in a larger shape.
This sensation was becoming uncomfortable when I noticed that I was now
surrounded by these robed figures with the Old Man standing before me.
Now, throughout this unfolding scenario, I had tried, on a conscious
level, to hold as a mantra the thought "Thy Will Be Done" whenever
I felt my focus start to slip a little. I had been drifting in and out
of focus from mantra to event horizon (I know that isn't what it means
but it is a fun term isn't it?). This is a normal procedure for me anyway
so let's proceed.
With this figure in front of me summing up all my aspirations as a being
(even the group consciousness of my soul is impressed with this guy) I
could think of nothing more worthy to repeat. "Thy Will Be Done"
I said to Him, finally acknowledging an essence worth saying this to.
"No!" was the reply, much to my surprise. "It is time
to change to 'Our Will Be Done'." This thought filled my being with
its myriad implications in a rush that exploded inside me. The simultaneous
rush of spiritual glory and abject terror of this momentary unity with
divine will washed through me. I was toggling back and forth between being
me and being, well, God if you must know. Movement stirred my awareness
and I noticed that a saffron robe was being placed upon my shoulders. I
was told that the robe represented acceptance into the order and was both
humbled and elevated in the same moment. Back at the Ranch (my body), I
felt a strong surge of energy rising through my throat and into my brow.
A tremendous sensation expansion took place. My body was growing beyond
the walls of the house we were in and out into, well, wherever.
My body started to shake, imperceptibly at first and then almost violently.
I could not stay relaxed any longer and came back to normal awareness.
As I opened my eyes, what a shock to see the room bathed in a soft white
light. Everyone else came to in rapid succession then (which never ceases
to amaze me). Otherwise, I would have bolted from the building. Then, our
hostess began to sing, "Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream"
(Ah, relief in the form of joy) “Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life
is but a dream." I was thrilled to launch into the second round and
others followed until we settled down inside. For the first time in ages,
we all talked about our meditations then and there. It was obvious that
we all had touched a source of power that night.
Whatever the blessing I had received that night, it was made even more
meaningful by knowing it had been somehow shared. In the days and weeks
that followed, my sense of wholeness and inclusion in a larger self has
continued to grow. Each life situation seems to crystallize this new attitude
further. When I've caught myself brooding about the past or fretting about
the future, which is to say when I stop feeling happy, it has been so much
easier to step back into the present moment and feel joyful again.
I want to state clearly that this story does not represent any great
achievement on my part. I have been reminded repeatedly that such beings
are multidimensional and always available to us on request. All that I
have accomplished is the decision to desire such experience and accepting
the possibility that I deserve to have it simply because I am human.
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