Vision changes, a perception of spaciousness, the light and depth seem somehow hyper real- surreal.
Many describe their journey as an instantaneous transition to something else - some other kind or type of perspective. Some other aperture through which perceiving is possible. Something other than the “normal” one that we all agreed is the only one- universally applicable to all.
From what Ive gathered, these many who have described their journey consistents of some of accident which propelled them into a new perspective. An OBE or a NDE, or something similar. And then, they spend a very long time knowing about that place and that experience without any tools or knowledge of how to re-enter it. Eventually, after a long time and many years, they will find something that allows a glimpse back, and then quickly learn what the key is to allow them back into that place.
I find that fascinating because that’s not my experience at all.
I feel rather pulled in, inexorably, constantly, and am utterly without ability to resist it. Like some hapless asteroid orbiting a black hole. I move in whatever direction, but my momentum and inertia is completely caught by something much larger and totally oblivious of my wishes. But not unaware
I have woken up every day this week with a deeper sight. Which has been, I admit, uncomfortable.
I find myself in distraction more, and still unable to shake this perception. My comfort habits kick in and are ineffective at providing the comfort or distraction that they used to.
And then, inevitably, I go outside and just sit here and look. The stillness of the trees, their subtle presence, their kindness and persevering love fills up my awareness. I can see them. Not just their physical bodies, but something else which takes up another kind of space, another kind of depth, and glows otherworldly colors. From them eminates such feeling and composure.
What composure they have! To observe in infinite patience the passing of seasons and years- participating fully even when they’re turned from their natural purpose or used as tools for whatever purpose. They give themselves fully either way in a kind of Equanimity that surpasses my understanding. No judgement can be found within them..
They remain aware even as their homes are destroyed and they are cut down, or any catastrophe or the highest passions of joy or boring passage of time containing “nothing” happening… They are equally aware through it all. With this stoicism, they know it all. Accept it all. Reject nothing. It is all there, within them. The trees. These trees are but the most recent generation of a being so old and so full of knowledge that it surpasses my ability to describe it.
There are different beings within it. Many kinds of beings which give rise to the myriad species of trees.
I look at these trees and I get that almost dizzying impression of space and depth beyond physical space and depth. My eyesight is very good, and I can physically see every leaf and twig- the rough flaking bark of the shaggybark hickory, and also something like an invisible forcefield around it- and when I see it, it interacts with me. It will move toward me and I feel it’s feelings. I also feel it etherically like a cool breeze. The leaves will move and dance. The wind will blow. These physical things always happen after contacting the tree. I think they are rather a direct conscious of the tree’s movement.
I don’t know that all trees react this way or are as expressive, but some are. My pine tree has been very talkative at first, and settled down after a few weeks. I think that perhaps trees truly love the attention of people.
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