pathwork
Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 7:50 am
So for years now I have used this meditation model I came up with, and only until recently I realized I may in fact have been traversing, but not getting far, in the paths of Da'ath, or the Tunnels of Set.
My fantasy meditation begins with me in space, floating peacefully, hearing my breath in my space suit. I then feel a tug and at that moment it is like a giant's footstep, the impact and gravity of my situation. As I drift, I am on the precipice of an event horizon. Anticipation, anxiety, so many thoughts flow through me. I let them go. I let it all go, then cross the event horizon. There is no turning back. Annihilation. My world takes off, as illusion falls by the wayside. My speed increases, yet those who see me from the outside, all is frozen.
I drift into the abyss and experience the nothingness. Then I see a point, far off in the distance. It could be in front, behind, perspective is lost. Then I am stripped of my suit, stripped of everything. My speed increases and I am falling, falling into a tube, in water it feels, and then through a subterranean roof. It seems like I fall forever and land in a subterranean ocean. The Well of Wyrd perhaps? I am lost...
Now recently as I read other accounts I wonder if my meditations I am actually traversing the astral in some fashion. I never encounter anyone, but I do not seek anyone out. This may be a model I can work with in pathwork.
Anyway, this is my most recent self discovery and thought I would share.
My fantasy meditation begins with me in space, floating peacefully, hearing my breath in my space suit. I then feel a tug and at that moment it is like a giant's footstep, the impact and gravity of my situation. As I drift, I am on the precipice of an event horizon. Anticipation, anxiety, so many thoughts flow through me. I let them go. I let it all go, then cross the event horizon. There is no turning back. Annihilation. My world takes off, as illusion falls by the wayside. My speed increases, yet those who see me from the outside, all is frozen.
I drift into the abyss and experience the nothingness. Then I see a point, far off in the distance. It could be in front, behind, perspective is lost. Then I am stripped of my suit, stripped of everything. My speed increases and I am falling, falling into a tube, in water it feels, and then through a subterranean roof. It seems like I fall forever and land in a subterranean ocean. The Well of Wyrd perhaps? I am lost...
Now recently as I read other accounts I wonder if my meditations I am actually traversing the astral in some fashion. I never encounter anyone, but I do not seek anyone out. This may be a model I can work with in pathwork.
Anyway, this is my most recent self discovery and thought I would share.
