Meditation 5: Well of Fragmented Souls

[ysabeau]

The Underworld is a realm of layers,
each one stranger, darker, and more surreal than the last.
Some places reveal the dead.
Others reveal the truth.
And others still reveal you.
Beneath the shifting caverns, beyond the spiralling corridors of the Eternal Dark,
lies a place whispered of by demons, embraced by the dead,
and sought only by those who hunger for understanding.
This is the Well of Fragmented Souls,
a pool where the self breaks into mirrors
and all that you are
rises to meet you.

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[Kore Serpens]

First:I see a woman completely black and shrouded in black, her face, eyes, lips are outlined in gold. She reveals that it is a mask, and removes it. There is an identical mask underneath. She removes the 2nd mask, then 3rd, and on & on with identical masks. I feel an opposing force, jehovah, forcing her down/enforcing this masking.
She opens her eyes, they are black -
Then her energies reveal a cat. The masking disappears as she reveals herself as a bejeweled cream coloured cat. She reveals more and more, a feline seductive and sensual and that becomes a large humanesque lioness. She is a cat woman, covered in hair except her belly and breasts. She is extremely sensual, and loves to dance. As she moves, and dances, I see the image from the Soul star manifest as if out of her flesh. She is shining red as if from jewels.

Second: black. I thought it was empty space but it is Blackness itself. The internet cuts out- I get perturbed. I hear: “what is it that you don’t want your soul to reveal? “
I relax and just allow.
I see a dark gold orb within the black. It feels so smooth. The orb has a stem, like a thermometer. It begins to swing and when it does it strikes the black and I see a gold scythe-like shape. I’m reminded of my true form self-

Three: the darkness. a total darkness. The internet cuts out and I sit for a long time. I have the awareness that I’m expecting the worst. What if it’s not that? What if instead my worst imaginings are of light, of love? lol. That’s funny—- and that opens it up.
I hear a distinct voice telling me that ‘there are those that deny me my bringing that energy here’. that energy is resisted (or condemned). my image shifts, and I watch myself shifting for a bit. I witness the godself that embraces and holds me to myself … and then I watch the hatred/denial that the godself faces just bounces off.

the energy brings awareness of a dispute that took place between myself and a demon companion. A conflict that happened years ago that I neither understood nor knew how to resolve it. And I remember something that this demon told me about themself when they first arrived. That they do what pleases them, they act upon their own will, and they embrace whatever it is that they desires…. bc they are themselves. They are a god. (Taken from memory- not verbatim) and a deeper meaning is revealed in our conflict. And this demon is appearing now as a mirror, perhaps even mentor, to this GodSelf within that I am seeing in the darkness.

[Dragonoake]

The first was a young (30's) man wearing an off-white toga with a brown design around the bottom. At the time, I took this to represent the ancestors; but, in context with the other two, I'm thinking this is as I was, possibly past lives.
He started to speak, but I wasn't understanding him, so he held out his hands and transferred energy directly. I mostly remember images of conflict and migration.

The second looked much like I do now other than the fact that he was wearing a blue apron.
As I am.
He recalled my social life or the lack thereof. For as long as I can remember, I wasn't like the other kids and spent years with one or two real friends or none at all.
The summer I spent with my grandma in California was touched on, but I don't remember why

The third was a wizard in long black robes, with piercing blue eyes and long white hair and beard.
As I will be.
There was really nothing in his energy that I could interpret and tell anybody about, but I can tell you that his energy was much brighter and higher frequency than the other two.

[ImpQueen]

I was always Free, I'm not Wicked and I was always Home.

[Bluemoonrabbit]

Mirrors are something that have captivated and frightened us since we could truly recognize our own faces. And this mediation was no different.

It's funny, when you look at yourself through the lost eyes of the water. The dead. And the things we do not know.

Being able to stand in front of this strange, shifting reflection. I joke about the road rising to meet you, and smacking you right in the kisser. But there was no conflict. No resistance. There was no "misunderstanding". What was in front of me was simply "other". Me, yet not me.

The well seems so eager for me to "see", as it does. It wants me to see through the eyes it has. The messages all layered like before. "To live, to die, to be free".

[Wynd Runner]

I arrived to the Caravan, and then with the Caravan to the Well.

I remember the energy of the Well reaching out to me and then us becoming one, me floating in the center of nothingness.

The three versions of myself that appeared to me . . .

One wearing metallic armor and the essence of who I was being a dark energy presence inside of it seemingly shapeless and formless. Maybe not so much as shapeless and formless as more of an energy and etheric being.

The second version of me was more like a sickly, warped version of myself fully diseased and misshapen. It was as if I was a slug or a snail without a shell.

The third version of myself was a pillar of dark, black flame.

To one degree or another, they felt like "past, present, and future" me. But, there was more to it than that. They were not only that, but more. I can't put into words what I felt.

And speaking of "felt," no words were spoken. I was in their presence as they were in mine. We were together silently sharing moments of truth just being together.

[karenwpi]

The first version of myself within the Well is a Neanderthal type human.
She is both amazing as well as a little frightening. I won't give too many details, but the basics are about allowing the primal energies to reign. I watch, partially through her eyes & partially through my own, as she experiences energies from our True Form Self. They brighten her world and cause her to look around and see her world just a little differently.
The next version of myself is a large tree. Time passes more slowly and the rhythms are quieter. There is still a very primal focus and a lengthy look at consumption processes.
The third version is a male demon. Androgynous? I'm unsure. It doesn't seem to matter. What matters is the intensity and the focus. This demon looks into my depths and next thing I know, my vision changes. It darkens. As if my own eyes are new and seeing through these different, much darker lenses. I take time to Really look around and appreciate how different it all is & how much less of a headache I have. My anxiety is also gone.

I don't recall more...just that I forgot about the sigil inscribed on my hand in a previous meditation. I will have to really work to pull up my memory of that sigil! I left myself clues, so hopefully I can recall!

[Astarosche]

I made this Meditation several times together with Lord Lucifuge Rofocale
The first image was a majestic Queen, her energies strong full of confidence and power, justice and sovereignity
The second was a Seer
My third eye was tingling and spinning I got images past present and future
The third self a fiercy warrioress and protector and healer with dark and golden energies
I reflected this experience with Lord Lucifuge Rofocale with insights