By September of 1999, during one particular meditation session, Andrew informed me that there was someone "waiting in the wings" who was long over due for me to be working with. In an instant, I became aware of the entity, Cerese. The "flash" into my head elated me to the extent that it was she who invited the meeting, whereas I had been putting it off since a failed attempt from two months prior. The reasoning for my own delay was as typical as any other case, in that I am always reluctant to meet with another individual for the first time if I am unable to give them my full and undivided attention.
Recent meditations had been giving me a full plate to work with. They were mostly divvied up between learning about the galaxy Keymo with Amondu, philosophic conversations with Andrew, solidifying resurrected relationships with my Androita children, or in simple "play time" with my three little "house cherubs"; Cindy, Denise and Peter. But in any circumstance, as with all other creative visualizations, I would usually wear myself out before those sessions were concluded.
Ideally, I prefer to open my initial visitations with a maximum amount of energy, because generally, the mental effort I give for attending to other entities taxes me quite a bit. And this predicament seems to result whether I'm giving my attention to physical or to disincarnate ones. Luckily, on this day's meditation, Andrew helped to redirect my energy early on with his announcement that Cerese was already present and wanting to make contact with me.
Up till now, I only knew of Cerese as a petite English woman whom had gone missing early in the nineteenth century while working as a missionary in India. I knew that she had been in my vibration for quite awhile, yet she remained as only minimally present. I suppose this peculiar relationship was owed to the fact that "completion of my atom," as mentioned in an earlier psychic reading, had been too abstract of an objective for me to contemplate. It was something that I could not remain focused on, so I really didn't comprehend the role that Cerese would be playing in the effort either.
Curiously, the best mental images that I could muster only occurred while I was in my car and driving. At those times her presence was usually felt as a fairly compact center of energy chaperoning me. The only persistent thing I could sense about her features was that she had short - short hair. Otherwise, Cerese seemed to be quiet, patient and more attentive to the sights than to me. It was pretty obvious that we both liked travel scenery, but in retrospect, I should have considered her aloofness as "biding her time" until I could actually attend to our relationship.
Apparently, that moment was long past due with today's meditation, and neither Cerese nor Andrew were willing to postpone our work any further. Yet, from its beginning, this entire session seemed to remain in a constant state of flux - its direction deviating more than once from my expectations. And now, even my anticipation to visualize Cerese for the first time began to wane when I realized that she wanted to remain behind me as I sat in my meditation chair.
So, as I began to think about Cerese, I was suddenly aware that she appeared to be deeply interested in me - which is to say; "in my features". Especially around my shoulders, back, and neck. In fact, she was paying so much attention to "behind me", that I became slightly intrigued as to what she was doing. I felt her touching me in places similar to where a masseuse would be working - and most unexpectedly, what seemed to be an inappropriately peculiar sense of arousal began to rise within my body.
In this slightly bewildered condition, my first reflex was to say a prayer requesting that only the "highest spiritual forces be present" and that they "protect me from all harm". I repeated the prayer again, as I felt awash with the sensation that Cerese "wanted to be inside me" - or something like that. As if sensing my momentary discomfort for such a peculiar aim, she began to explain what she was attempting to do.
Cerese told me that she had just opened my kundalini center and as my universal awareness began to stir, the next thing was to move this energy up into my heart, throat and crown areas for better utilization. In the process, she told me to visualize God as a huge, but vastly condensed galaxy that was floating in the "immediate" space of my meditation room. I was to keep visualizing the galaxy, much as a brilliant source of light, to which I should feel like I was just "flying towards" until it enveloped me, or until I could see myself as being no different than anything else within this "totality" that is God.
With an increasing sense of "free falling", I continued to visualize space, light, God, and the infinite. Between the exhilaration and sense of movement, I could hear Cerese telling me that I would be all right, and to just "go with the flow". As I did, the sensation of massaging my back begun to feel more like I was being pushed along "with an inspiration", and that I was "rising away" from my seated position. In truth, Cerese didn't seem to be the only entity or influence behind me. I could feel the presence of Andrew and Amondu as well. It seemed that all three were contributing to the forward momentum I was experiencing. Not only had they become an "embracement" of sorts in my mind, but I could also feel them as three very strong and compelling forces who "had my back," no matter what was about to "play out".
Before long, I felt like I was merging with something massively large. Something all inclusive, inescapable and indefinable. A sense of movement was still present, though I felt as a witness to all things timeless and expansive. In a sense, everything seemed to be convoluted. Like if I were to move my thoughts anywhere, I would find something new or another adventure. But nothing guaranteed the serenity of this moment, so I "stayed" the forward course.
It became increasingly difficult to tell whether I moved in relation to the universe, or that the universe was moving within me. My mind floated. At peace, I didn't feel or see my body any more. I was only a presence in an ocean of sensations. These sensations were not overwhelming. The "air" was sweet and fresh as a mountain meadow. The sense of touch was more like being immersed in a warm bath. Luxurious and weightless. Vision seemed to be like intricate patterns of light and shapes overlaid upon a darker but inconsequential background energy. It was as if I were still looking out into the vast space and endless depths of eternity, but through the eyes of everyone whom had brought me to this point. It felt exhilarating to be at the "leading" edge of what I drifted within. I had become "ready and waiting," to receive whatever messages that would come.
Eventually, I could no longer sense the voice of Cerese as if we were in a conversation. Instead, a "story" of purposes and lives seemed to emanate straight into my very being. Everything in the universe was seen as being connected. Not just through matter and energy, but with time in destinies and fates. All things; all souls; all sentient organizations were omnisciently self created to fill the void. Reality and Creation are self fulfilling prophecies intertwined; spawned from each other as conjugate variables. That either exists is justification enough for our own connection to omniscience, for it makes us components within the infinite loop. I just absorbed it all, complacent with myself for not being overwhelmed by any of it. I let the thought impressions unfold with their own freedom to be expressed.
In the finishing moments of this meditation, I felt that I had indeed, absorbed something omniscient. I knew that Cerese had introduced an integral component of what "Completion of the Atom" was supposed to mean by redirecting my attention to some charts that I already had in my possession. Although they had nearly been forgotten with the passing of time, I entertained the stronger compulsion now to review them once more. When I finally acted on this compulsion an integral piece of the puzzle quickly fell into place. Not only had I come to understand why a soul oscillates between light and dark, but I could also register the various platforms of our "Egoic Lotus" as necessary focal points along the way of our unique evolutionary paths.
Apparently, not all things can be felt. There are many that have to be observed as well. Such was the reason that my attention had been nudged back to the almost forgotten charts; "Egoic Lotus" and "Our Objective Universe". Perhaps the reader will find them useful too. (see last section of this book : "Related Charts, Images And Symbols).
Recent meditations had been giving me a full plate to work with. They were mostly divvied up between learning about the galaxy Keymo with Amondu, philosophic conversations with Andrew, solidifying resurrected relationships with my Androita children, or in simple "play time" with my three little "house cherubs"; Cindy, Denise and Peter. But in any circumstance, as with all other creative visualizations, I would usually wear myself out before those sessions were concluded.
Ideally, I prefer to open my initial visitations with a maximum amount of energy, because generally, the mental effort I give for attending to other entities taxes me quite a bit. And this predicament seems to result whether I'm giving my attention to physical or to disincarnate ones. Luckily, on this day's meditation, Andrew helped to redirect my energy early on with his announcement that Cerese was already present and wanting to make contact with me.
Up till now, I only knew of Cerese as a petite English woman whom had gone missing early in the nineteenth century while working as a missionary in India. I knew that she had been in my vibration for quite awhile, yet she remained as only minimally present. I suppose this peculiar relationship was owed to the fact that "completion of my atom," as mentioned in an earlier psychic reading, had been too abstract of an objective for me to contemplate. It was something that I could not remain focused on, so I really didn't comprehend the role that Cerese would be playing in the effort either.
Curiously, the best mental images that I could muster only occurred while I was in my car and driving. At those times her presence was usually felt as a fairly compact center of energy chaperoning me. The only persistent thing I could sense about her features was that she had short - short hair. Otherwise, Cerese seemed to be quiet, patient and more attentive to the sights than to me. It was pretty obvious that we both liked travel scenery, but in retrospect, I should have considered her aloofness as "biding her time" until I could actually attend to our relationship.
Apparently, that moment was long past due with today's meditation, and neither Cerese nor Andrew were willing to postpone our work any further. Yet, from its beginning, this entire session seemed to remain in a constant state of flux - its direction deviating more than once from my expectations. And now, even my anticipation to visualize Cerese for the first time began to wane when I realized that she wanted to remain behind me as I sat in my meditation chair.
So, as I began to think about Cerese, I was suddenly aware that she appeared to be deeply interested in me - which is to say; "in my features". Especially around my shoulders, back, and neck. In fact, she was paying so much attention to "behind me", that I became slightly intrigued as to what she was doing. I felt her touching me in places similar to where a masseuse would be working - and most unexpectedly, what seemed to be an inappropriately peculiar sense of arousal began to rise within my body.
In this slightly bewildered condition, my first reflex was to say a prayer requesting that only the "highest spiritual forces be present" and that they "protect me from all harm". I repeated the prayer again, as I felt awash with the sensation that Cerese "wanted to be inside me" - or something like that. As if sensing my momentary discomfort for such a peculiar aim, she began to explain what she was attempting to do.
Cerese told me that she had just opened my kundalini center and as my universal awareness began to stir, the next thing was to move this energy up into my heart, throat and crown areas for better utilization. In the process, she told me to visualize God as a huge, but vastly condensed galaxy that was floating in the "immediate" space of my meditation room. I was to keep visualizing the galaxy, much as a brilliant source of light, to which I should feel like I was just "flying towards" until it enveloped me, or until I could see myself as being no different than anything else within this "totality" that is God.
With an increasing sense of "free falling", I continued to visualize space, light, God, and the infinite. Between the exhilaration and sense of movement, I could hear Cerese telling me that I would be all right, and to just "go with the flow". As I did, the sensation of massaging my back begun to feel more like I was being pushed along "with an inspiration", and that I was "rising away" from my seated position. In truth, Cerese didn't seem to be the only entity or influence behind me. I could feel the presence of Andrew and Amondu as well. It seemed that all three were contributing to the forward momentum I was experiencing. Not only had they become an "embracement" of sorts in my mind, but I could also feel them as three very strong and compelling forces who "had my back," no matter what was about to "play out".
Before long, I felt like I was merging with something massively large. Something all inclusive, inescapable and indefinable. A sense of movement was still present, though I felt as a witness to all things timeless and expansive. In a sense, everything seemed to be convoluted. Like if I were to move my thoughts anywhere, I would find something new or another adventure. But nothing guaranteed the serenity of this moment, so I "stayed" the forward course.
It became increasingly difficult to tell whether I moved in relation to the universe, or that the universe was moving within me. My mind floated. At peace, I didn't feel or see my body any more. I was only a presence in an ocean of sensations. These sensations were not overwhelming. The "air" was sweet and fresh as a mountain meadow. The sense of touch was more like being immersed in a warm bath. Luxurious and weightless. Vision seemed to be like intricate patterns of light and shapes overlaid upon a darker but inconsequential background energy. It was as if I were still looking out into the vast space and endless depths of eternity, but through the eyes of everyone whom had brought me to this point. It felt exhilarating to be at the "leading" edge of what I drifted within. I had become "ready and waiting," to receive whatever messages that would come.
Eventually, I could no longer sense the voice of Cerese as if we were in a conversation. Instead, a "story" of purposes and lives seemed to emanate straight into my very being. Everything in the universe was seen as being connected. Not just through matter and energy, but with time in destinies and fates. All things; all souls; all sentient organizations were omnisciently self created to fill the void. Reality and Creation are self fulfilling prophecies intertwined; spawned from each other as conjugate variables. That either exists is justification enough for our own connection to omniscience, for it makes us components within the infinite loop. I just absorbed it all, complacent with myself for not being overwhelmed by any of it. I let the thought impressions unfold with their own freedom to be expressed.
In the finishing moments of this meditation, I felt that I had indeed, absorbed something omniscient. I knew that Cerese had introduced an integral component of what "Completion of the Atom" was supposed to mean by redirecting my attention to some charts that I already had in my possession. Although they had nearly been forgotten with the passing of time, I entertained the stronger compulsion now to review them once more. When I finally acted on this compulsion an integral piece of the puzzle quickly fell into place. Not only had I come to understand why a soul oscillates between light and dark, but I could also register the various platforms of our "Egoic Lotus" as necessary focal points along the way of our unique evolutionary paths.
Apparently, not all things can be felt. There are many that have to be observed as well. Such was the reason that my attention had been nudged back to the almost forgotten charts; "Egoic Lotus" and "Our Objective Universe". Perhaps the reader will find them useful too. (see last section of this book : "Related Charts, Images And Symbols).