I like to believe that the word "Haumbo" can be translated to mean "The Sea Is Sky," and after the name of this third planet in the Keymo system came to me, I went into Websters dictionary to try and figure out why it sounded appropriate. The best I could come up with is that it is composed of :
"haw" (interjection for a vocalized pause); + "om" (the mantra word used in the contemplation of ultimate reality); + "bode" (foretell; to indicate by signs).
Whether the reader can make any similar associations after reading the following, I would still maintain that my story of Haumbo harkens back to one profound childhood experience that left me in limited capacity to recognize it as a planetary one until many years had passed. It was not until being informed about Lord Viskey's seven planets over a dozen years later that I could put two and two together. And once that knowledge was presented, I could finally identify with where I had been swept away to as a youth.
What set me off upon the original mental excursion remains a mystery to this day, but the sensations of that childhood experience certainly had become a useful tool in many of my future meditations as an adult.
So, I begin by saying that it is difficult to describe something infinite and eternal from just one "lowly" vantage point like the mortal mind when discipline demands of that tool that it must speak in terms of either the abstract or the analytical in every effort. At an emotional level, there was a euphoric stimulation, so palpable and intense that the desire for, and the use of words at all, seemed as remote as oblivion itself. From a spiritual stand point, what had always been becomes indistinguishable from what will always be. In the vibration of Haumbo, relationships to vectors of time and space have no practical significance. You'd have to be outside of its vibration altogether just to apply any "cosmetic" terminology about the experience of being there.
To me, Haumbo exists as an opportunity to know all the sublime tranquility a heavenly paradise can offer, while being the quintessential meditative state itself. It has an energy level so profound that the experience of being there presents no remnant of time and all objects juxtapose upon one another with only penumbral fringes to enhance an effect. I say this with resolve, but to enforce what I mean would also have to involve an elaboration on what transpires during any given "great cosmic day" in the life cycle of a universe.
In mystical terms, one "great" cosmic day is said to last for over three hundred trillion human years at a time. Even when divvied up into its token seven manvantaras, it would still be impractical and cumbersome to address the matter. So; suffice it to say that each time our universe "unfolds", another cosmic day has already unfolded as well. As with any given day, even in a physical sense, some things change and other things remain relatively the same as the day before. For my purposes here, I would add that the vibrational field of the planet Haumbo gets "set up" once more and is made ready for any number of meditative engagements all over again, during every cosmic day in the composition of Reality.
My first encounter with Haumbo was in another millennium, but it had been reflected in my mind's eye during a trance state I had entered at an early age in this life. At nine years old, I had been treated to my first encounter with the ocean while riding with my mom and a friend along a Florida highway. While sitting in the back seat of this particular coastal drive, I remember gazing out the car window and suddenly realizing that we were in an elevated area of this otherwise "flat-ish" state. From this perspective, I could see a hazy expanse that my mind told me was the nearby landscape, a sandy beach, the ocean, perhaps some scattered islands, and then the sky and clouds beyond all of that.
But as I stared out into the serene beauty of it all - in the presentation of itself "as a complete package of physical world phenomena" - I couldn't help but to notice that the sea and sky visually appeared to "turn back" on each other. That is to say; there was no discernible horizon line anywhere "out there". I could "see" the distance. It was huge and vast. The sky had clouds in it, and the ocean could have had nearby islands scattered all about for all I knew of it, in this, my first encounter.
It was mesmerizing to stare out into physical space and not recognize any boundary lines between earth, air or water. Even as a "somewhat active" child, I could say that this experience held me transfixed for a substantial duration of time. It was lucidly observable. I could study any location, near or far, before my eyes. I could see objects "floating" out there in shapes of misty islands, or in contrasty shades of sunlit clouds. But which was it ? I had no ability to tell from the vantage point of riding along in the car.
As I studied the scene with greater concentration, I could distinguish tall trees growing on steep cliffs, believing that distance had muted and replaced green with hues of violet and blue and gray. There were inland depths that faded into shadows. Huge bays and indiscreet coves nestled in at the bases of the majestic floating structures - themselves being surrounded by a mirror smooth ... "substance". I could even see shadows behind those islands - or clouds - as if they were illuminated properly from the angle of the sun, which - if you could imagine that - had to place my visual angle far higher than from a mere three or four feet off the surface of a flat highway, in a passenger car seat. I refused to turn my head towards where the sun rays originated from, forcing myself to escape "proper orientation" to this world. I didn't want anything to ruin the optical illusion that drew my attention, for it was unspeakably intriguing.
In the expanse of this maritime marvel - to know of being in a place, but to not have any bearing as to where that place began or ended - sent me into a trance and upon another journey that played out in the serenity of my mind. I was propelled into another dimension of sensations. Not so much different, but far more enhanced than what I was accustomed to.
For no apparent reason, save for the fascination of this spectacle itself, everything in the immediacy of this Florida landscape had just vanished away from my awareness. And I cared not. I barely noticed that anything at all had even transpired. Suddenly, I was gripped in a new thought, for my mind had been teleported into a fresh, pristine and primordial world that I couldn't recall ever seeing before. It was devoid of all activity - I believe - until the "thud" of my presence began to animate it. I was suddenly aware of being on a pristine beach, and to both sides of me, there were white sands as far as my peripheral vision could see. Above, was a pale blue sky that washed me in a bright, but soft and hazy light. I was at one with an absolutely luxurious and sensual bliss. I had no discomfort. There was no distinction between my organism and my environment. I was keenly aware of the solitude in which I was profoundly immersed. For this first moment, there was only myself, a soft white surface, and pastel blue that blended all of us together.
My vision seemed transfixed outward and forward to the stratified colors of only white and only blue, whose blended shades and tints were so subtle, that depth was not immediately apparent. As I lay motionless, I began to ponder how vast what I was viewing might have been. And I suppose, this in turn, led me to ponder how small I would have to be for comparison to all that surrounded me. It was the first noticed contemplation that separated me from where I was. This simple "inquiry" upon myself set up a chain-reaction of thoughtful observation. It was as if my mind was discovering distinctions and contrasts for the very first time. Primordial in the sense that my consciousness alone, seemed to have superseded all things that might have actually ever existed. I felt the solitude because it was as if I was the only sentience that lived. Had this self aware moment become the "grandfather" moment of all self awareness in the universe? ... It could just as well have been.
Still remaining quite motionless, I continued to "realize" my self. At the time, it didn't occur to me that I wasn't actually in a human shape. Rather, I became familiar with the awareness that I was an extraordinarily flat creature of some kind, that either subconsciously chose not to, or was physically incapable of moving its head. Indeed, it was even as if I had no neck to change angle with, nor a belly or a back to decide which might have been in contact with the soft warm sand that I knew I rested upon.
I knew myself to be transparent as glass, but there was a mottled dark speckling beneath my skin and across my entire form. As identifiably separate from these "cosmetic" spots, I also knew myself to have two much larger, dark ocular bulges protruding from the area of where my head should be. So it seemed, I still had stereoscopic vision. My body, feeling as much like a tail, tapered backwards and away from the area that I was using for "thinking". It's relationship in length, to that of my head didn't seem important enough to notice, but if I had to guess, it was three to four times longer. My head was flat and wedge shaped, reminiscent of an Indian arrowhead, yet certainly more blunt than elongated. And yet, I could only remain in an unmoving posture, staring outward towards what now seemed to be a short distance to an ocean-like shore line.
My gaze was unblinking. I probably didn't have any eye lids. But this didn't seem to matter either, for my attention was now entirely upon textures. I could see the sand grains before me because I was but a nose length away from them. Some of them sparkled like miniature jewels, but most were obviously pure white and fine and granular as you might expect of a normal sea shore. There was not the slightest indentation upon the sandy surface anywhere. No hint of even one shadow that might aid in depth perception. Out, a short distance ahead of me, I remember being spellbound by the fact that within inches of my face, the pure white sand had become submerged in the ocean. Although I could see the beach surface falling away, the water was so crystal clear as to make the transition line between wet and dry impossible to perceive. I knew there was a line "just there before me", beyond which, the rest of the sand was submerged. I recognized this because the faintest little nudge of some kind of current would lift and settle down again, various grains beneath the water's surface. By all accounts, there seemed to be no tide at all; no rising or falling levels. Any actual movement was too minuscule and subtle to be noticed otherwise.
From the water's edge and outward further, I could determine that the fall off angle made the "near proximity" of these ocean waters incredibly shallow. But even in the large volume, movement was almost non existent. It was all basically quiescent, tranquil and undisturbed while the air seemed heavy and thick with silence.
As visual distance increased, color intensity diminished. What must surely have been the ocean turned from its nearby crystalline beginnings, faded out to milky blues, and then became pastels that darkened ever so slightly. There was an invisible line "out there," where everything dark began to turn pale, light and somewhat bluer yet again. The haze that represented an invisible horizon, subtly took on characteristics of clouds whose bases began over an imperceptible planetary curve. I could not recognize where they started to rise to their majestic heights. I could only "suddenly" be aware of them as hovering almost overhead. But that was also where the hazy blue skies took precedence all over again. Consciousness had brought it all back to me once more.
I could now see the usefulness of Haumbo in my adult meditations. Awareness is enabled to come full circle between self, self awareness, self awareness in relation to environment, an environment full of magic, splendor and divinity, and how indiscreet - yet complete - that all of this is, in the contemplations of our soul's monism within an Infinite Circle.
"haw" (interjection for a vocalized pause); + "om" (the mantra word used in the contemplation of ultimate reality); + "bode" (foretell; to indicate by signs).
Whether the reader can make any similar associations after reading the following, I would still maintain that my story of Haumbo harkens back to one profound childhood experience that left me in limited capacity to recognize it as a planetary one until many years had passed. It was not until being informed about Lord Viskey's seven planets over a dozen years later that I could put two and two together. And once that knowledge was presented, I could finally identify with where I had been swept away to as a youth.
What set me off upon the original mental excursion remains a mystery to this day, but the sensations of that childhood experience certainly had become a useful tool in many of my future meditations as an adult.
So, I begin by saying that it is difficult to describe something infinite and eternal from just one "lowly" vantage point like the mortal mind when discipline demands of that tool that it must speak in terms of either the abstract or the analytical in every effort. At an emotional level, there was a euphoric stimulation, so palpable and intense that the desire for, and the use of words at all, seemed as remote as oblivion itself. From a spiritual stand point, what had always been becomes indistinguishable from what will always be. In the vibration of Haumbo, relationships to vectors of time and space have no practical significance. You'd have to be outside of its vibration altogether just to apply any "cosmetic" terminology about the experience of being there.
To me, Haumbo exists as an opportunity to know all the sublime tranquility a heavenly paradise can offer, while being the quintessential meditative state itself. It has an energy level so profound that the experience of being there presents no remnant of time and all objects juxtapose upon one another with only penumbral fringes to enhance an effect. I say this with resolve, but to enforce what I mean would also have to involve an elaboration on what transpires during any given "great cosmic day" in the life cycle of a universe.
In mystical terms, one "great" cosmic day is said to last for over three hundred trillion human years at a time. Even when divvied up into its token seven manvantaras, it would still be impractical and cumbersome to address the matter. So; suffice it to say that each time our universe "unfolds", another cosmic day has already unfolded as well. As with any given day, even in a physical sense, some things change and other things remain relatively the same as the day before. For my purposes here, I would add that the vibrational field of the planet Haumbo gets "set up" once more and is made ready for any number of meditative engagements all over again, during every cosmic day in the composition of Reality.
My first encounter with Haumbo was in another millennium, but it had been reflected in my mind's eye during a trance state I had entered at an early age in this life. At nine years old, I had been treated to my first encounter with the ocean while riding with my mom and a friend along a Florida highway. While sitting in the back seat of this particular coastal drive, I remember gazing out the car window and suddenly realizing that we were in an elevated area of this otherwise "flat-ish" state. From this perspective, I could see a hazy expanse that my mind told me was the nearby landscape, a sandy beach, the ocean, perhaps some scattered islands, and then the sky and clouds beyond all of that.
But as I stared out into the serene beauty of it all - in the presentation of itself "as a complete package of physical world phenomena" - I couldn't help but to notice that the sea and sky visually appeared to "turn back" on each other. That is to say; there was no discernible horizon line anywhere "out there". I could "see" the distance. It was huge and vast. The sky had clouds in it, and the ocean could have had nearby islands scattered all about for all I knew of it, in this, my first encounter.
It was mesmerizing to stare out into physical space and not recognize any boundary lines between earth, air or water. Even as a "somewhat active" child, I could say that this experience held me transfixed for a substantial duration of time. It was lucidly observable. I could study any location, near or far, before my eyes. I could see objects "floating" out there in shapes of misty islands, or in contrasty shades of sunlit clouds. But which was it ? I had no ability to tell from the vantage point of riding along in the car.
As I studied the scene with greater concentration, I could distinguish tall trees growing on steep cliffs, believing that distance had muted and replaced green with hues of violet and blue and gray. There were inland depths that faded into shadows. Huge bays and indiscreet coves nestled in at the bases of the majestic floating structures - themselves being surrounded by a mirror smooth ... "substance". I could even see shadows behind those islands - or clouds - as if they were illuminated properly from the angle of the sun, which - if you could imagine that - had to place my visual angle far higher than from a mere three or four feet off the surface of a flat highway, in a passenger car seat. I refused to turn my head towards where the sun rays originated from, forcing myself to escape "proper orientation" to this world. I didn't want anything to ruin the optical illusion that drew my attention, for it was unspeakably intriguing.
In the expanse of this maritime marvel - to know of being in a place, but to not have any bearing as to where that place began or ended - sent me into a trance and upon another journey that played out in the serenity of my mind. I was propelled into another dimension of sensations. Not so much different, but far more enhanced than what I was accustomed to.
For no apparent reason, save for the fascination of this spectacle itself, everything in the immediacy of this Florida landscape had just vanished away from my awareness. And I cared not. I barely noticed that anything at all had even transpired. Suddenly, I was gripped in a new thought, for my mind had been teleported into a fresh, pristine and primordial world that I couldn't recall ever seeing before. It was devoid of all activity - I believe - until the "thud" of my presence began to animate it. I was suddenly aware of being on a pristine beach, and to both sides of me, there were white sands as far as my peripheral vision could see. Above, was a pale blue sky that washed me in a bright, but soft and hazy light. I was at one with an absolutely luxurious and sensual bliss. I had no discomfort. There was no distinction between my organism and my environment. I was keenly aware of the solitude in which I was profoundly immersed. For this first moment, there was only myself, a soft white surface, and pastel blue that blended all of us together.
My vision seemed transfixed outward and forward to the stratified colors of only white and only blue, whose blended shades and tints were so subtle, that depth was not immediately apparent. As I lay motionless, I began to ponder how vast what I was viewing might have been. And I suppose, this in turn, led me to ponder how small I would have to be for comparison to all that surrounded me. It was the first noticed contemplation that separated me from where I was. This simple "inquiry" upon myself set up a chain-reaction of thoughtful observation. It was as if my mind was discovering distinctions and contrasts for the very first time. Primordial in the sense that my consciousness alone, seemed to have superseded all things that might have actually ever existed. I felt the solitude because it was as if I was the only sentience that lived. Had this self aware moment become the "grandfather" moment of all self awareness in the universe? ... It could just as well have been.
Still remaining quite motionless, I continued to "realize" my self. At the time, it didn't occur to me that I wasn't actually in a human shape. Rather, I became familiar with the awareness that I was an extraordinarily flat creature of some kind, that either subconsciously chose not to, or was physically incapable of moving its head. Indeed, it was even as if I had no neck to change angle with, nor a belly or a back to decide which might have been in contact with the soft warm sand that I knew I rested upon.
I knew myself to be transparent as glass, but there was a mottled dark speckling beneath my skin and across my entire form. As identifiably separate from these "cosmetic" spots, I also knew myself to have two much larger, dark ocular bulges protruding from the area of where my head should be. So it seemed, I still had stereoscopic vision. My body, feeling as much like a tail, tapered backwards and away from the area that I was using for "thinking". It's relationship in length, to that of my head didn't seem important enough to notice, but if I had to guess, it was three to four times longer. My head was flat and wedge shaped, reminiscent of an Indian arrowhead, yet certainly more blunt than elongated. And yet, I could only remain in an unmoving posture, staring outward towards what now seemed to be a short distance to an ocean-like shore line.
My gaze was unblinking. I probably didn't have any eye lids. But this didn't seem to matter either, for my attention was now entirely upon textures. I could see the sand grains before me because I was but a nose length away from them. Some of them sparkled like miniature jewels, but most were obviously pure white and fine and granular as you might expect of a normal sea shore. There was not the slightest indentation upon the sandy surface anywhere. No hint of even one shadow that might aid in depth perception. Out, a short distance ahead of me, I remember being spellbound by the fact that within inches of my face, the pure white sand had become submerged in the ocean. Although I could see the beach surface falling away, the water was so crystal clear as to make the transition line between wet and dry impossible to perceive. I knew there was a line "just there before me", beyond which, the rest of the sand was submerged. I recognized this because the faintest little nudge of some kind of current would lift and settle down again, various grains beneath the water's surface. By all accounts, there seemed to be no tide at all; no rising or falling levels. Any actual movement was too minuscule and subtle to be noticed otherwise.
From the water's edge and outward further, I could determine that the fall off angle made the "near proximity" of these ocean waters incredibly shallow. But even in the large volume, movement was almost non existent. It was all basically quiescent, tranquil and undisturbed while the air seemed heavy and thick with silence.
As visual distance increased, color intensity diminished. What must surely have been the ocean turned from its nearby crystalline beginnings, faded out to milky blues, and then became pastels that darkened ever so slightly. There was an invisible line "out there," where everything dark began to turn pale, light and somewhat bluer yet again. The haze that represented an invisible horizon, subtly took on characteristics of clouds whose bases began over an imperceptible planetary curve. I could not recognize where they started to rise to their majestic heights. I could only "suddenly" be aware of them as hovering almost overhead. But that was also where the hazy blue skies took precedence all over again. Consciousness had brought it all back to me once more.
I could now see the usefulness of Haumbo in my adult meditations. Awareness is enabled to come full circle between self, self awareness, self awareness in relation to environment, an environment full of magic, splendor and divinity, and how indiscreet - yet complete - that all of this is, in the contemplations of our soul's monism within an Infinite Circle.