A couple of years ago, I took a meditation class. I took my first walking meditation and felt my perception of reality shift. Ninety-eight percent of my brain was entirely convinced I could walk through the walls. The two percent kept me from trying.
I have been working on adding short spells of meditation to my day. On my way to my car last night, I tried a walking meditation and flashed back to that memory of thinking I could walk through a wall immediately.
Imprinting takes place fast.
Yet, how much garbage to we allow in our minds? How many times do we allow ourselves to be entrapped by some graphic violence in the name of entertainment? How often do we allow one negative experience to leave an imprint that leads to emotional reactions all out of proportion to the current event but perhaps entirely appropriate to the original event?
Can this type of imprint be erased?
In an addendum to last night's post about feeling dead. At about 9:30 PM, things changed. I felt spiritual, peaceful and connected. My Gal tells me that there is some odd astrological thing going on this week with Venus, Luna and Mars. Though, no timing I could find would convince me anything special happened at 9:30 Fresno time to change my perception of the universe.
The feeling was so distinct that I wonder if this had something to do with asking Gabriel for an initiation into being right with time. It is really too early to tell. I am just dutifully recording perceptions.
The email I reported here from John Michael Greer has become more interesting. John graciously and politely responds to my emails to him but he has never initiated an email to myself. It turns out, he didn't this time either. Circumstances conspired to let that one land in my inbox. It perfectly corresponds to both dreams reported in the post already linked. This may lead to something interesting. Sorry about being vague here. Sometimes, I have to record things just for myself. This isn't gravely personnel. I simply have no right to make some things public.
Worms and Fishes
Today, I did my offerings at work. The green winged worms appeared this time but there were fewer of them. I must say things at work have been more pleasant this week and I've communicated more on an emotional level. The red fish was there as well. It behaved just like a fish. It saw food, snapped it up and floated away. This is very analogous of my frustration at work. So, all of this could be, and likely is, internal. Yet, who cares? If it helps at work, I will be happy to be a bit delusional.