So, in this intermediate zone between the material world/body and mind/Spirit, we could have form and energy, the figure/ground, distinct but interconnected, as the most functional operation.

Originally, being a psychology major, in between those two extremes, these inputs and outputs, manas, I was originally thinking of “central processing” and memory, and individually considering the inner/outer world, mind, body, Self, as per John Lilly.

This extended context though, this intermediate zone,  the Life World within the Greater World as I put it, is much more globally orientated. Its more than just the personality/unconscious, for instance; it could be anything, and in a very sophisticated way. All beliefs started with the differentiation from the ground, and this is our orientation, optional interconnection, way back.

As for the function of the mundus imaginalis and the Imaginal Forms, it is defined by their median and mediating situation between
the intellectual and sensible worlds. On the one hand it immaterialises the Sensible Forms, on the other it “imaginalises” the Intellectual Forms to which it gives shape and dimension. The Imaginal world creates symbols on the one hand from the Sensible Forms, on the other from the Intellectual Forms. P. ix

Henry Corbin, Spiritual Body and Celestial Earth

“In the fifth world, individuals will learn in a new way by touching and feeling the lessons needed for their growth. This will be done through developing sensitivity using the body, mind, heart, and spirit as one unit rather than parts of the whole. The art of actually living the dream will be learned through touching and feeling the ideas contained in those visions. Humans will begin to learn through touch and feeling when the Nine-pointed Star of Undivided Truth comes into the dreams of humankind.”

Other Council Fires Were Here Before Ours, Jamie Sams and Twylah Nitsch, p 105.

We got two interchangeable functions here: one may as well use the more integrated steps. Its more than just an idea; these activations are what the ideas are about, higher manas!

Discernment . . . Intent and reality . . . Intent and personal evolution . . .

This nervous system is more than just a machine though, for there are some conscious aspects; self-programming is possible: one could see how “imagination,” mundus imaginalis, fits in here, within the older ancient veins.

A mind isolated from all known stimuli-reaction probabilities (in a state of being with attenuated or missing feedback with the outer
reality) for a long enough time, frequently enough, enters new (for that mind) domains. Once that mind has the experience of entering-creating new domains, it has self-referential programs-beliefs-metabeliefs that.can be used (at some future times) to transform its own state of being into further new domains. (One learns rules of exploring new domains under the special conditions.)

To achieve this new level of learning-to-learn, one sets aside previous limits set upon domain exploration: one drops irrelevant beliefs about inner/outer realities previously stored; one examines beliefs-about-beliefs (metabeliefs), especially those about “the limits of the human mind.” One drops the usual self-limiting languages (useful for use with other persons not so equipped) found in the external reality. One gives up entrancement-seduction by systems of thought,” by other persons, by successes-failures in the consensus realities of others linked to one’s self and of one’s self in those realities.

However, without the disciplines outlined above and without experience of solitude-isolation-confinement in the external world, these considerations may be meaningless. Once one has been immersed long enough in the above, description of new domains by others now become injunctive to one’s Self. Their descriptions invoke-evoke new domains in Self, in one’s own mind.

Thus can language instruct one to move into new states of being, new domains of experience. P.77

John Lilly, The Deep Self

TV time . . .

I was flying my bluish Steampunk train to the intersection of the light and the station in the sky. I could feel the movement and see it as well.

Likewise during another episode, it was like I as in a space, the sky, flying around. Had no body, but had intent. There were some dark power lines, an intersection with an edge at one time, a light.

I found this circular, crossed in the middle, artifact, brass colored, thick, with patterns etched on it, like I was an archeologist pulling it out of a dig.

A nude young woman, as if she was floating in water.

A fancy coffee mug, with a fancy metallic light blue colored paint job. I caressed it.

Those typical mental images, ideas, like my cat, or Yvonne. But in both cases something else kicked in after that.

There was something spontaneous, unique, of itself . . . a focus, then this semi-translucent, circular design, bluish, luminous, with arabesque designs within it. Chakra? Mandala?

In action, I found myself handling this luminous fist sized boulder.

I had an interest in the phenomena of Area 51. I found myself orientating to these underground rooms, lit up, one on either side, putting some effort into my discernment. I then popped into this natural cavern, taking up all my space. There was a stream of fresh clean water flowing through it. There was a “stick like creature” on the right side of this, its trance and alignment, and on the left were these white “cucumbers.” I realized later these were her eggs. No negative reactions here. After this there was another space, a humanoid man, saying he’s from the bed upstairs. Talking about levels. There were some water pipes poking in and out, like one might see in these farms around here.

As far as watering goes, contextually, I once had an experience of these dark smoke like streams flowing up in an oblong way, and then an image of all these barren winter tree branches. Its spring now, and I have watered. There are no orange needles this year, and the bare branches of my bush, reaching up, are beginning to bloom green leaves.

This was drawn in? They like that?

A meditative time . . . just laid back and enjoyed the expansion, emergence of the other . . . continuously . . .

Like a huge ancient double wooden door opening . . .

A small dark animal on the other side . . .