Sitting . . .

One’s Life World within the Greater World . . .

Flexibility, change of contexts . . .

That Special World . . . enhancements to our limited perspectives, meanings . . .

“Mingyur Rinpoche gives us a preview:

Perhaps this might be like waking up in dreams that happen every night in my form-body. Last night I had a wonderful dream. I dreamed that my form-body dissolved and only the purified mind went forth. . . . And now my illusory dream has again taken on the appearance of solid form. But I do not feel dense. Nothing around me looks solid. This entire room feels afloat on an iridescent pier; forms arise and fall within rippling movements of radiance. Space and radiance are not separate from form. This is another beautiful dream. . . . I noticed that the shapes passing through, while beginning to resemble familiar forms, still seemed to be gliding on water. They appeared more transparent than solid, made more of light than of flesh and blood, more like a dream than a daytime vision. But I could not tell if I was dreaming from within my everyday waking life, or from my illusory body. And either way, I had no desire to wake up from this dream. I am enjoying this dream.”

Holecek, Andrew. Dreams of Light (pp. 62-63). Sounds True. Kindle Edition.

From the past, it could be like John C. Lilly’s distinctions, with body, external reality, inner world, and Self, within the human biocomputer as reference points; or like H. P. Lovecraft’s selectivity :

“As the Shapes produced by the cutting of a cone seem to vary with the angles of cutting–being circle, ellipse, parabola or hyperbola according to that angle, yet without any change in the cone itself–so do the local aspects of an unchanged–and endless reality seem to change with the cosmic angle of regarding. To this variety of angles of consciousness the feeble beings of the inner worlds are slaves, since with rare exceptions they can not learn to control them. Only a few students of forbidden things have gained inklings of this control, and have thereby conquered time and change. But the entities outside the Gates command all angles, and view the myriad parts of the cosmos in terms of fragmentary change-involving perspective, or of the changeless totality beyond perspective, in accordance with their will.”

H. P. Lovecraft. Through the Gates of the Silver Key by H. P. Lovecraft (Halcyon Classics) . Halcyon Press Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

And as we sit there, within our larger reality, the “unconscious,” the “Ground,” the “Gestalt.” These orientations, with intent and figure/ground, could be “redrawn” into another more sophisticated take: I noted that.

It was like I was aloft in the sky, with the rain falling down around me, looking down to a wondrous mountain scene, with a rugged flowing stream, amongst all the foliage. The comforting goddess presence commenting that there was so much more possible.

Suddenly “I changed” . . . I was a fresh evergreen forest stretching outward over the rolling land.

Rather than that typical sense of just sitting, there was that sense of being in open rooms, as if I was moving along in them, and with a coffee mug in my hand.

It was like I encountered this entity in this meditative state, and we were comparing states and versions of oneself here, going back and forth between possible manifest states. Now this is when I should of got out the pen and wrote down what was being communicated, for there was a lot of finesse and sophistication. This faded away fairly quickly.

When I “woke up” later, it was like I had popped out of that typical fuzzy state, as well, into something tighter, more in focus, stronger. It was an active state. This was the biggest change here forever!