After collecting my chi energy, visualization progressed by first deliberately moving its intense white light up into my throat, head, and crown chakras. Relaxed, I began to drift into the deeper state of meditation, and almost at once, Amondu came into view before me. I saw him wearing a long robe in a deep maroon coloration, with some kind of tiny repeating pattern that was just obvious enough to indicate two different color tones, but the pattern was indistinguishable to my eyes. Around his waist was a wide looking belt of very fluffy white feathers alternating with unusually wide but straight, tightly vaned ones. The belt looked wide because all of the feathers were dangling from a strap by their quills, and they were each long enough to cover everything from his waist to his thighs. It also looked like he was wearing a head piece with a ring of bright white triangular shapes that hung to just above his shoulders. These shapes encircled his head to the back, but were vacant at the front so as to expose and frame his face.
As usual, my meditation began with sitting comfortably in a straight backed chair, so when I saw Amondu taking shape before me, I was observing from a lower angle than his standing position. As I began using my third eye, I was observing Amondu from his feet up to his face. When my gaze finally reached to his face, he was looking at me and smiling. Then, to signal me that we were both ready, he closed his smiling eyes and nodded as if he were humbling himself to me.
Next, I remember Amondu stepping to the side and with his left palm up and loosely cupped, he made a gesture of invitation to look beyond him. Suddenly, I was no longer in a seated position but standing. So, I took a few steps forward and Amondu drifted to my left as I went beyond him. In the next moment, I realized that I was standing on a very large balcony on the outside of a huge castle like structure, and another entity was just "there," before me - and sitting in a rather large, high backed chair. The transition was so smooth, it seemed almost as if the second entity was hidden by Amondu's imposing frame the whole while.
This was my first face to face meeting with Lord Viskey himself. He had a heavy robe draped over his shoulders that flowed all the way to the floor, concealing his feet completely. The robe seemed to have a predominantly dark burgundy coloration overall, but with an imbedded swirling pattern of glimmering royal blue. Despite its somewhat darker weave and bulky thickness, the robe still had an ethereal light and subtle glow about it. I could make out the light as three distinct colors: white, gold and light blue. Its radiation only exceeded his form by a couple of feet as best that I could tell, but the lighting helped to illuminate an oddly young, but heavily bearded face. Lord Viskey's face was tilted downward as if he were looking at something in his lap - or was he snoozing ? He seemed practically lethargic at first sight.
I moved closer to his sitting figure and discovered the balcony to be - in physical terms - over fifty feet in any direction, though it was halfway recessed into the primary structure of this huge building. I was standing in the middle of it when I became first aware of this, but I also noticed a forest-like landscape that stretched across the whole front end and halfway back on either side of the balcony. At that depth was where the walls of the castle continued to rise further above us. It felt that we were many feet up from the surface of the land features because all of the trees were observed at their tops and I never saw an actual tree "trunk" from where I stood. It wasn't as if I had stepped out from the walls, or even a door of the structure, but more like I had arrived from beyond an outer corner, though I never had any sensation of doing so.
Now that I had moved closer, I could make out a head of heavy dark hair whose nap disappeared into the creases of a folded back hood. His forehead showed no lines or signs of aging, and his brows were "tidy" - almost manicured looking. As he remained seated on what I would describe as a throne, I studied the heavy dark beard that reached clear to his belly and wondered how many years it would have taken to grow it that long. When I lifted my gaze from the tip of his beard at the middle of his torso to his face, I was met with a peculiar sensation. Lord Viskey's face reminded me of my own when I was but fourteen or fifteen years old. When he noticed that I noticed this familiarity, he lit up in a very broad and warm smile, as if my discovery had amused him.
In another moment, Lord Viskey had surprised me again. At first, I just stood there in front of him as he sat in his throne. His voice didn't come from moving lips, but I listened to the sound inside of my own being. As he sat there, he stroked his beard a couple of times. Then, as if he were in the middle of reflecting upon whether to reveal himself in full disclosure, he paused in the midst of clutching at his beard. In one casual movement, he pulled it completely away from his face so as to reveal that it was merely a prop all along. When he laid it down in the shadows behind him and off to his right side, I was looking squarely at his face. It was as if I were staring at my own reflection in the mirror of my youth. Lord Viskey smiled again.
I began to make distinctions in his silent voice as he peered back at me with my own "younger" eyes, and I began to get the impression that he had a lot to show me, to talk about, and to share. While he was still seated, he brought both hands into his lap and clasped them together. In another instant, he lifted them apart until they reached the height and width of his shoulders. As he brought his hands back down to the arm rests on either side, the words: "our atom" came to my mind. A group of fifteen variously sized glowing spheres rose out from his lap to fill the space between the path his hands had just taken. They were like weightless globules of water floating in the space between his form and my awareness, and I knew in my mind that they represented the several "remaining" earth bound entities of our combined personal atom.
They did not hold still in space. They behaved as if they were being "juggled" by invisible hands. But instead of flying around in a simple circle, their buoyancy leisurely floated them up and down and back and forth in some indistinguishable pattern. As I drew closer to the mesmerizing phenomenon, I could see tiny images of various people floating within each sphere. It was as if they were oblivious to anyone watching them, and they were just carrying out their various routines or daily activities. Lord Viskey briefly glanced away from the floating orbs to me, then casually back to one of the larger ones in a gesture for me to follow his line of sight. There was no mistaking that this one represented me.
Before I turned my gaze away, I tried to identify the other floating figureheads. But even as I squinted and looked intensely at each one, I couldn't make all of them out. Within the spheres, other than my own that I could recognize an individual within, were these: a young adult female in Minnesota USA; a twelve year old African boy; an older teen aged Albanian female named Andrea; a seven year old oriental boy named Hau Tung; and one other extremely old oriental guy. I couldn't recognize anything else about anybody else before the spheres vanished away.
The experience was very meaningful. For the duration of this meditation, it finally felt like I could grasp what Bobby and Eddie had often spoken about, when they mentioned something that referenced a human being's "atom". In this reflection, I understood why Lord Viskey was still participating in this earthly expression. It was because of me, and the fourteen other souls represented in those floating spheres who still hadn't left their physical bodies as of yet. We were all "descendant souls" of he, who is our highest expression. And until we all "come home" - to "re-collide" - with the spirit of our overlord, it was necessary for his presence to still "linger," hovering over each of us for the sake of inspiration, illumination and guidance. All we needed to do was listen for the voice of our higher self.
As usual, my meditation began with sitting comfortably in a straight backed chair, so when I saw Amondu taking shape before me, I was observing from a lower angle than his standing position. As I began using my third eye, I was observing Amondu from his feet up to his face. When my gaze finally reached to his face, he was looking at me and smiling. Then, to signal me that we were both ready, he closed his smiling eyes and nodded as if he were humbling himself to me.
Next, I remember Amondu stepping to the side and with his left palm up and loosely cupped, he made a gesture of invitation to look beyond him. Suddenly, I was no longer in a seated position but standing. So, I took a few steps forward and Amondu drifted to my left as I went beyond him. In the next moment, I realized that I was standing on a very large balcony on the outside of a huge castle like structure, and another entity was just "there," before me - and sitting in a rather large, high backed chair. The transition was so smooth, it seemed almost as if the second entity was hidden by Amondu's imposing frame the whole while.
This was my first face to face meeting with Lord Viskey himself. He had a heavy robe draped over his shoulders that flowed all the way to the floor, concealing his feet completely. The robe seemed to have a predominantly dark burgundy coloration overall, but with an imbedded swirling pattern of glimmering royal blue. Despite its somewhat darker weave and bulky thickness, the robe still had an ethereal light and subtle glow about it. I could make out the light as three distinct colors: white, gold and light blue. Its radiation only exceeded his form by a couple of feet as best that I could tell, but the lighting helped to illuminate an oddly young, but heavily bearded face. Lord Viskey's face was tilted downward as if he were looking at something in his lap - or was he snoozing ? He seemed practically lethargic at first sight.
I moved closer to his sitting figure and discovered the balcony to be - in physical terms - over fifty feet in any direction, though it was halfway recessed into the primary structure of this huge building. I was standing in the middle of it when I became first aware of this, but I also noticed a forest-like landscape that stretched across the whole front end and halfway back on either side of the balcony. At that depth was where the walls of the castle continued to rise further above us. It felt that we were many feet up from the surface of the land features because all of the trees were observed at their tops and I never saw an actual tree "trunk" from where I stood. It wasn't as if I had stepped out from the walls, or even a door of the structure, but more like I had arrived from beyond an outer corner, though I never had any sensation of doing so.
Now that I had moved closer, I could make out a head of heavy dark hair whose nap disappeared into the creases of a folded back hood. His forehead showed no lines or signs of aging, and his brows were "tidy" - almost manicured looking. As he remained seated on what I would describe as a throne, I studied the heavy dark beard that reached clear to his belly and wondered how many years it would have taken to grow it that long. When I lifted my gaze from the tip of his beard at the middle of his torso to his face, I was met with a peculiar sensation. Lord Viskey's face reminded me of my own when I was but fourteen or fifteen years old. When he noticed that I noticed this familiarity, he lit up in a very broad and warm smile, as if my discovery had amused him.
In another moment, Lord Viskey had surprised me again. At first, I just stood there in front of him as he sat in his throne. His voice didn't come from moving lips, but I listened to the sound inside of my own being. As he sat there, he stroked his beard a couple of times. Then, as if he were in the middle of reflecting upon whether to reveal himself in full disclosure, he paused in the midst of clutching at his beard. In one casual movement, he pulled it completely away from his face so as to reveal that it was merely a prop all along. When he laid it down in the shadows behind him and off to his right side, I was looking squarely at his face. It was as if I were staring at my own reflection in the mirror of my youth. Lord Viskey smiled again.
I began to make distinctions in his silent voice as he peered back at me with my own "younger" eyes, and I began to get the impression that he had a lot to show me, to talk about, and to share. While he was still seated, he brought both hands into his lap and clasped them together. In another instant, he lifted them apart until they reached the height and width of his shoulders. As he brought his hands back down to the arm rests on either side, the words: "our atom" came to my mind. A group of fifteen variously sized glowing spheres rose out from his lap to fill the space between the path his hands had just taken. They were like weightless globules of water floating in the space between his form and my awareness, and I knew in my mind that they represented the several "remaining" earth bound entities of our combined personal atom.
They did not hold still in space. They behaved as if they were being "juggled" by invisible hands. But instead of flying around in a simple circle, their buoyancy leisurely floated them up and down and back and forth in some indistinguishable pattern. As I drew closer to the mesmerizing phenomenon, I could see tiny images of various people floating within each sphere. It was as if they were oblivious to anyone watching them, and they were just carrying out their various routines or daily activities. Lord Viskey briefly glanced away from the floating orbs to me, then casually back to one of the larger ones in a gesture for me to follow his line of sight. There was no mistaking that this one represented me.
Before I turned my gaze away, I tried to identify the other floating figureheads. But even as I squinted and looked intensely at each one, I couldn't make all of them out. Within the spheres, other than my own that I could recognize an individual within, were these: a young adult female in Minnesota USA; a twelve year old African boy; an older teen aged Albanian female named Andrea; a seven year old oriental boy named Hau Tung; and one other extremely old oriental guy. I couldn't recognize anything else about anybody else before the spheres vanished away.
The experience was very meaningful. For the duration of this meditation, it finally felt like I could grasp what Bobby and Eddie had often spoken about, when they mentioned something that referenced a human being's "atom". In this reflection, I understood why Lord Viskey was still participating in this earthly expression. It was because of me, and the fourteen other souls represented in those floating spheres who still hadn't left their physical bodies as of yet. We were all "descendant souls" of he, who is our highest expression. And until we all "come home" - to "re-collide" - with the spirit of our overlord, it was necessary for his presence to still "linger," hovering over each of us for the sake of inspiration, illumination and guidance. All we needed to do was listen for the voice of our higher self.