Not just another morning. I was 25 or 26. I had studied with Rev. Marla Oliver for two years. She was a ‘real’ transmedium but that’s a whole different story. This particular incidence happened one year into my accelerated spiritual training with Patricia-Rochelle Diegel at the Cosmic Mandate Academy in Los Angeles.
I woke up that morning. I sat up in bed and immediately opened my eyes. My mind was blank. I mean really blank. I opened my eyes and there were no thoughts in my mind. There was a sense inside me, wordless … nothing connected, no words, no meaning. Observing with no cognition. I felt like I needed to figure it out, something was missing but there was nothing. No thoughts, my eyes were wide open observing. What? Nothing had names, there was no meaning. I sat in the silence – content for a moment but waiting and wanting meaning, names, thoughts, nothing came. Consciousness but nobody was home. I was calmly searching for the words somehow sensing that there is such a thing and that I wanted, needed to figure it out. In a calm, peaceful and sort of happy frame I waited for what seemed only a few minutes. Very slowly thoughts came in. Oh, it’s morning. Oh, this is sunlight. Oh, and I’m in a bedroom and, and this is my body. That’s my closet and I’m in a body … and it’s … it’s Monday. Slowly, piece by piece, the play of life was back in motion, reengaged with this reality. And I have a job working at the film company. And I took a few moments, a pen and my diary and wrote a brief entry about how strange it was to awake that morning – how my body woke up by my spirit wasn’t back yet. How everything seemed so foreign; really surprisingly foreign. I had been so far away from this reality. Life on planet earth.
It was a interesting moment. One pearl on a string of time.
