The other thing I experienced today in mediation was a vision or experience that in a different dimension, there was a story going on, focused either on a spoon or a drumstick between an elder and someone younger. And the story was my life. That my entire life was the passing story between them. And that is what this is. All of it. A story in another story. Infinite stories. All interwoven in a cosmic tapestry.
This is something like my experience with Ayahuasca. When I was in this meditative state today, its almost like I had access to this memory. This experience. And I remembered that part of the journey with Ayahuasca was the vision that what we were experiencing was all wrong. There was something else going on that made it disharmonious somehow. I can't really explain it. Like people in this story have it all wrong. Or this other story dimension has it all wrong. Or that maybe the stories don't really fit together, until they do.
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