QUESTION
“When I was in my first few years studying as an undergraduate, I had
recently broken up with my girlfriend and was searching for some answers
about life. I woke up very early one morning, a little before dawn,
and decided that perhaps meditation would help me find some answers. So
I sat and tried to clear my mind of all thought. Once all the thoughts
and clutter in my mind had disappeared, I would then ask a question,
and imagined that the question was like a seed that would grow into an
answer. I didn’t receive a ‘response’ in the traditional sense, but
simply got up and felt compelled to page through one of the Bibles I had
on my bookshelf.
“I opened the Bible to a random page, and there I found the Parable of
the Mustard Seed. I read through it, not really knowing what it might
mean. I closed the Bible and tried again. This time the passage was
the Parable of the Wicked Vinedressers. Once more, I opened the Bible
and rested my eyes on a passage that discussed how ‘the stone the
builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone.’ I wasn’t a
Christian at the time, nor a particularly religious person, so I didn’t
think much of it at the time.
“Again, I felt compelled to go out for a drive to think about things.
The passages kept replaying in my head, somewhat like a catchy pop song
that you can’t help but listen to over and over again in your mind. I
wasn’t interpreting them, so much as memorizing them, over and over
again. After about an hour or so of driving, I found myself in a small
town I hadn’t been in before and I saw the white cross of a little
church and decided to stop by, more because I was sick of driving than
anything else. I’ve never felt particularly comfortable in a church, so
it was a somewhat unusual thing for me to attend a service out of the
blue.
“Once I got there, I kept thinking, ‘What am I doing here?’ I didn’t
know anyone, and it didn’t seem like the kind of congregation I would be
comfortable in, but I sat and waited for something to happen. After
some singing and general announcements, the pastor turned on his
projector to display some visual aids for his sermon. Of course, the
three passages he had picked out to assist his sermon were the three I
had randomly turned to before I left. I sat in the pew and tried to
compute the odds of ending up at a random church that just happened to
be using those passages for a sermon, and I determined that it was
nearly impossible for this to be happening.
“I leaned back in the pew and was overwhelmed by a sense of complete
bliss. I got the impression that what I was experiencing was something
like God letting me know He/She/It existed. I started to cry, and I
remember the tears felt icy cold as they came over my cheeks. What
happened next is somewhat difficult to describe, and it is one of those
things I wish I had not told anyone about because I know I cannot
adequately describe it; however, since I’ve already told a number of
people about it, I suppose I can tell it one more time.
“As I sat back in the pew, and after I had started to cry, I became
momentarily blind. Everything turned into a kind of overexposure, a
pure kind of whiteness. I could still hear everything that was being
said, but I was truly blind for a moment. Then I lost what I would call
my ‘normal’ consciousness. The only way I can describe it is being
everything in the entire universe all at once, but being nothing at all
at the same time. All the paradoxes about life, things like life/death,
or good/bad, and everything that I doubted or did not understand about
the world became perfectly clear, but I also knew that the wisdom I had
would only last as long as I was in that state. Once I went back to my
normal self, I knew that I would be unable to describe it in a way that
anyone would really understand. I’m not sure how long I was in this
state, but when I finally came back into myself, something wasn’t quite
the same.
“I was still a little dazed at that point, but one thing I noticed was
that I could feel everything and everyone in the room. It should have
been overwhelming, but in a strange way, it felt normal to me, like I
was just seeing things in a different way or from a greater
perspective. I had similar experiences the entire day. When I returned
to campus, I could hear conversations that should have been impossible
for me to hear. I felt the emotions of other people, of the animals in
my environment, even the pilot flying a fighter jet overhead. As the
day ran its course, I eventually felt myself retreating farther and
farther into myself until I returned to my everyday, normal self by the
end of the day.
“That is the basic gist of my experience. I’m not sure this would
count as a ‘near-death’ experience, but I suppose I would label it more
of a spiritual experience, and I’m still working through what it means
to me.”…..Matthew
ANSWER
What you went through, Matthew, is commonly referred to as “an
awakening.” Awakenings are where all senses heighten and expand, your
state of consciousness accelerates to a higher degree, and you suddenly
know things, feel things, see things, hear things – beyond the normal
range. I would not call it a near-death experience, but, rather, the
beginnings of a threshold experience. Again, the idea of an awakening:
suddenly accessing more of the electromagnetic spectrum, suddenly
expanding into realities you did not think existed, suddenly “not self”
but more than self.
The spiritual/religious worlds of thought and sense are quite real.
Once accessed, they change us – on all levels, even physically. It
might behoove you to follow this new path and see where it leads you.
Seldom does an adherent realize or recognize the onset of spiritual
energies and spiritual shift. Yet these happen “on time” – when you’re
ready, you shift. You did. And the opportunity to shift again will
occur. Count on it. By the way, synchronicity is one of the signs of
making such a shift in consciousness.
Awakenings are just that, an opportunity to think and to exist on
another wavelength. Take advantage of the door that has opened for
you. Awakenings strengthen us and give us courage – the courage to
grow.
Many thanks, PMH
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