Bob Monroe’s ‘Return to Source’: the Inward-Outward Flow of Divine Love

Painting by Polona Somrak, 'Ascension Pioneers'

Painting by Polona Somrak, ‘Ascension Pioneers’

People interested in Spirituality might dismiss Out of Body Experiences (OBEs)  with contempt as having nothing to do with genuine Spirituality, the contact with the Divine, etc.

Well, they might be the victims of the contemporary tendency to categorize everything into separate compartments that do not allow anymore the flexibility and even fluidity of approach required for the study of those various inner phenomena that are all part of the vast Continuum of the One Reality we are studying… There are no rigid frontiers between all of them, but those frontiers only that our mind imagines to be there.

The main, central reason why I love Robert Monroe’s supposedly ‘OBE’ books so much, is that under their apparently just scientific style, they are an ongoing inquiry about the very meaning and purpose of Life, not only on Earth but also Beyond. Consequently, because of the utmost sincerity and eagerness of Bob Monroe himself, his books are actually full with absolutely astonishing spiritual experiences, as he is gradually and very carefully trained by the Light Beings he calls INSPECs (his mentors during his OBEs) to stand the increasing ‘unbearableness’ of the experiences he himself asks for one after the other, but usually without realizing in advance what an overwhelming intensity of experience he will be in for, if his request is granted…!

Here is the description by Bob in his second book, ‘Far Journeys’, of such an experience, so tremendously beautiful and moving it always brings tears to my eyes whenever I read it again:

(I am in a bright white tunnel and moving rapidly. No, it is not a tunnel,
but a tube, a transparent, radiating tube. I am bathed in the radiation which
courses through all of me, and the intensity and recognition of it envelop
my consciousness and I laugh with great joy. Something has changed, because
the last time, they had to shield me from the random vibration of it.
Now, I can tolerate it easily, the actual energy itself. The radiation flow is
two-directional in the tube. The flow moving past me in the direction from
which I came is smooth, even, and undiluted. The flow that I am is moving
in the opposite direction and appears much different. It is organized in a
more complex form. It is the same as the wave moving past me, but it
contains a multitude of small waves impressed upon the basic. I am both
the basic and the small waveforms, moving back to the source. The movement
is steady and unhurried, impelled by a desire I know but cannot
express. I vibrate with joyous ecstasy just by the knowing.
(The tube seems to become larger as another joins it from one side, and
another waveform melds into me and we become one. I recognize the other
immediately, as it does me, and there is the great excitement of reunion,
this other I and I. How could I have forgotten this! We move along together,
happily exploring the adventures, experience, and knowledge of the
other. The tube widens again, and another I joins us, and the process
repeats itself. Our waveforms are remarkably identical and our pattern
grows stronger as they move in phase. There are variegations in each which,
when combined with another related anomaly, create a new and important
modification of the total that we are.
(The tube expands again and I am no longer concerned with its walls as
still another I enters the waveform flow. This is particularly exciting, as it is
the first I perceive as returning from a completely nonhuman sojourn. Yet
the intermesh was near-perfect and we became so much more. Now we
know that, somewhere, a consciously controlled physical tail, much like a
monkey’s, is useful in ways far more than balance and acting as a third
hand for holding things. It can be a very efficient means of communication
far beyond a super sign language just as eloquent as the spoken word.
(Steadily and surely, one I after another joins us. With each, we become
more aware and remember more of the total. How many does not seem
important. Our knowledge and ability is so great that we do not bother to
contemplate it. It is not important. We are one.
(With this, we divert from the underlying waveform and move away from
it. We watch motionless in unified respect as the action of it continues away
from us into an infinity. We also perceive easily the smooth originating
wave coming from such infinity and dissolving into the pattern from whence
we came.

(Flowing through all of us is a coherent energy that is our creation, that
displays immensely the reality of the whole as far greater than the sum of
the parts. Our ability and knowledge seem without limit, yet we know at
this point such is valid only within the energy systems of our experience.
We can create time as we wish or the need arises, reshaping and modifying
within the percept itself. We can create matter from other energy patterns,
or change the structure thereof to any degree desired, including reversion to
original form. We can create, enhance, alter, modulate, or eradicate any
percept within the energy fields of our experience. We can transform any
such energy fields one into another or others except for that which we are.
We cannot create or comprehend our prime energy until we are complete.
(We can create physical patterns such as your sun and solar system, yet
we do not. It has been done. We can adjust the environs of your planet
Earth, yet we do not. It is not our design. We can and do monitor, supplement,
and enhance the flow of the human learning experience, as well as
other learning experiences of similar content throughout time-space. This
we perform continuously at all levels of human awareness so as to prepare
properly those entraining units of our prime energy for the entry and meld
into the totality that we are becoming. It is the essence of our growth to do
so. Such assistance and preparation is forthcoming from us only by request
from one or more levels of consciousness within the entraining unit. Thereafter,
a bonding is in effect through which many forms of communication
pass between us until the ultimate transformation occurs.
(We know who we are, and one I laughs and we all laugh at the name
this I had given us. We are an INSPEC, just one. There are many others
around us.)
(You are still incomplete. There are parts of you yet to be transformed,
including that visiting portion so filled with curiosity. Each of us is incomplete.
That is why we remain at this point, to reach back and gather additional
and remaining parts of us until we are complete.)
(Our curiosity desires the effect of completion.)
(We move into the creative return flow again, the waveform that brought
you here. When we do so, we leave this reality.)
(Can this be demonstrated?)
(It is not possible. It is not within our knowledge to do so. When you
have transformed and melded totally into your whole, you will comprehend.
That is why this point came into being. It is not possible to continue until
completion.)
(Continue to what destination?)
(We believe it to be the source of the radiation, the creative emission and
return. Communication is closed with those who have continued. The desire
to continue occurs upon completion. It is more than your curiosity, as
you call it, and difficult to transmit in a form we can understand. There
have been attempts by those completed who are to continue, without success.)
(The ultimate home?)
(A good beginning concept. A design which unfolds as perception grows.
It is necessary now that you terminate your visit and return.)
(We will be with you, our curious I.) Return where! (Your physical environs)
. . . Where is that! . . . (In-human, your physical body) . . . Oh, yes, I
had forgotten … Do I have to go back? (Reach for us and we will be with
you in many ways. You have much to do. Go get them, tiger!)
(And a rote, as you call it, to play with.)

CLICK!
The return to the physical was near-instantaneous, my face and eyes
were wet. I sat up in the chair and remembered. I reached for the yellow
pad and pen, to get the rote into words immediately. I knew I had
changed. For the rest of my physical life, I would remember. But this
would never change:
For those who would die, there is life. For those
who would dream, there is reality. For those who
would hope, there is knowledge. For those who
would grow, there is eternity.’

Bob Monroe’s ‘Sleepers’ Class’ & Some ‘Hellish’ NDEs

Besides the nice, luminous, blissful accounts of what we call now ‘NDEs’, Humankind’s stories of a hellish afterlife world are also aplenty, but receive less attention. They too are a reality that is still being experienced and reported, though.

Among the few NDE researchers who have studied those definitely less attractive  and less reassuring descriptions of the Afterlife is P.M.H. Atwater, from Boise, Idaho.  images

She happened to meet a few NDErs long before she herself had her own three NDEs in 1977. At the time she met them the topic wasn’t yet the well-known, abundantly researched one that it has grown into, so she wasn’t even aware yet that such phenomena existed at all. But later on when she herself became an experiencer and then turned into a researcher on the topic, she mentioned those strange four cases in the early chapters of  both her first two books, ‘Coming Back to Life’ (1988) and ‘Beyond the Light’ (1994), so strong an impact those four practically identical stories had had on her. Here is how another researcher recently summed up the facts she related:

‘Within a span of only two days, according to P.M.H. Atwater, the same hellish NDE vision was independently witnessed by four strangers :
“A landscape of barren, rolling hills filled to overflowing with nude, zombie-like people standing elbow-to-elbow doing nothing but staring straight at [the NDErs].”
- NDEr and Researcher Phyllis Atwater.’

imagesWhen in 1984 I founded the Laboratory of Evolution and started its Specialized Library, ‘Coming Back to Life’ has been one of the very first books I selected and bought with the first official budget the Centre received to buy books.  Her story of these four cases impressed me, and stayed in my consciousness.

Robert Monroe’s second book, Far Journeys, was published in 1985, and soon was one of our further acquisitions.s

In 1994, Atwater’s second book was hardly published that it rejoined the first one on our Library’s shelves… but not before I had read it myself! When I found in it the same story again that had already impressed and puzzled me so much in her first book, it suddenly struck me that the description of their ‘hellish’ vision by the four independent persons reminded me very much of something described by Bob Monroe in his ‘Far Journeys’…

Here is his account of what happened to him one night while having one of his now regular, intended OBEs, in which he in his subtle body was able to go much further out than in the first period: he had realized that his rational mind was holding him back, so he had inwardly relinquished any control from his mind, and had entrusted himself instead fully to his Total Self, who would probably know better than just staying put in the vicinity of his body or his house. After that, with his Total Self in charge as the new Navigator guiding him, Bob had found himself way out into space, visiting other dimensions of Reality he had never known consciously before and meeting beings of all kinds, including humans either permanently out of their bodies or, just like himself, temporarily so.

In the extract from ‘Far Journeys’ which follows, Bob starts with establishing for his readers the meaning of the special vocabulary he finds himself forced to use for describing those encounters , as he is faced with the necessity of giving some ‘Out of the Body’ equivalent of our usual ‘In the Body’ feelings, physical reactions and words; the dialogues, spontaneously all telepathic in that new environment, are indicated between parentheses as no such words were actually spoken … Conversations rendered in that unusual way become quite an interesting form of new ‘language’, as you will see when Bob proceeds to describe the actual scene that unfolded (whenever something is underlined, it will be by me). Here begins Bob’s text:

Part II, Chapter 7 – Surveys and Schematics, p.77-78:  images

“The following is a deliberately free translation of nonverbal communication. To compound the rendering, most if not all represents the transposing of non-time-space events and ambience into replicas of conscious human physical experience. Thus a “humanizing” process is used extensively in the retelling—which may increase comprehension and simultaneously reduce accuracy. To abet the method, a few specific words are utilized in a different context to provide a connotation not so totally unlike their common definition. You can’t report “he said” or “he walked” or “she smiled”— because it wasn’t that way, the physical equipment wasn’t available.
Instead, here are parts of the “replica” vocabulary:

(Definition of some expressions used in this vocabulary)

Time-Space Illusion (TSI): An anomaly among the “standard” energy systems, which includes the entire physical universe
M Band: Part of energy spectrum commonly used for thought, not electromagnetic, electrical, magnetic, nucleonic, etc. M Band noise is caused by uncontrolled thought.
Ident: Mental name or “address,” i.e., energy pattern of item
Rote: Thought ball.  A “packet” of thought/mentation, total memory: Knowledge, Information, Experience, History
Run the rote: To recall portions of Rote after receipt of total
CLICK!: Instantaneous change in consciousness

(Description of emotions/inner states experienced and reactions expressed)
Percept: Insight Intuition Understand

Open: Receptive
Closed: Tune down (or out) external stimuli
Flickered: Uncertain
Blank: Don’t understand
Turn in: Consider, think over
Vibrate: Show emotion
Smooth: Get it together, in charge of self
Dulled: Lost interest
Lighted: Happy, idea, enthusiasm
Rolled: Amused, laughed
Curl: Organized energy, usually intelligent, local slang
Plied: The way things are, goes with the ter
ritory

A Homing Device loosely called “Ident” was utilized; this was like a Signal you could follow to the source of that Place or Being.

One of the earliest discoveries made in the new mode of Let-Somebody-Else-Do-the-Driving was that I had more than one nonphysical body.(…)

(Another post to come about that later…)

Another early result of my new navigator (my Total Self?) was remembering the going-to-class format. This came after my usual out-of-body separation process, releasing to such guidance, and without much movement finding myself among a crowd of gray forms. “Crowd” means so many they seemed to fade into the distance. All were focused in one direction, and none seemed to notice my arrival—except one, brighter, than the others. It approached me and stopped.
It opened—with words! In my consciousness.

(Glad you’re back, Bob. You’ve missed quite a few sessions.)
I flickered. (Well, uh, I’ve been busy.)
The form focused. (You’re different. You haven’t been on drugs or alcohol, have you?)
I opened wide. (I’ve lost a lot of rote, or I can’t pull it out. Where am I?)
The form rolled. (I guess you have! You’re back at Sleeper’s Class.)
I turned inward, and the percept came out bright and clear. Sleeper’s Classes—attended by countless humans during a portion of their deep sleep, during the sleeping out-of-body period. The only limitation was, that such sleep could not be distorted by chemicals, it had to be natural. How many times I had been here long before I knew it, before I knew anything about OOBEs and the like! I just didn’t remember, when I woke up, like everyone else.
If anything leaked through, it was attributed to a dream, inspiration, idea, or imagination. And I knew my instructor. (Hi, Bill.)
Bill rolled. (Took you long enough. Want me to plug you in?)
I flickered. (Well, I don’t know. You see, I think I am different. I’m not asleep.)
Bill blanked slightly, then lighted. (Oh, you’re one of those. How did that happen?)
I plied. (I don’t know. It just did.)
Bill turned inward, then opened. (That means you don’t belong here anymore. Too bad. You were one of my star pupils.)
I flickered. (You’re sure about that? About my not belonging?)
Bill smoothed. (I’ve had them before. It doesn’t work out. Your type gets impatient, bored. The biz kids, the OOB-ers, busy, busy, busy.)
I smoothed carefully. (How about plugging me in one last time? As long as I’m here.)
Bill dulled. (You probably know it already. Can’t change the program.)
I opened wide. (Try me.)
Bill flickered and tossed me a rote. I opened it easily…
CLICK (Сhange of wave/frequency – world)!
I folded the rote and tucked it in me, turned to Bill. (That’s pretty good. Seems familiar.)
Bill plied. (It ought to. You must have picked it up a couple hundred classes back.)
I opened. (Bill, if I don’t belong here, where do I go?)
(I don’t know. I don’t have the slightest percept on that.)
(There must be classes for, uh, mavericks like me.)
Bill plied. (I’m sure there are. I got to go make my rounds now. Drop in for a visit if you feel like it. I’m two rings out.)
I opened wide. (Sure, Bill.)
He turned and faded into the host of Gray Forms, and with nothing better to pull me, I rotated and dived back for the physical. Reentry was normal.”

So here is my own conclusion as a researcher: the four people met by P.M.H. Atwater all stumbled upon the ‘Sleepers’ Class’ they were never aware they too attended in their sleep at another time of their life!…

Now why did precisely those four persons happen to go there during their NDE remains a mystery for me, and I guess for all the other researchers as well; but at least the vision that scared each of them so much that they interpreted it as a vision of ‘Hell’, can now be understood, I would say, quite differently, in an actually not scary way at all.

Of course it is easy to see why it could be interpreted as scary: the surprise, the unexpected sight, the zombie-like appearance of all those people standing there, the fact that they were all staring in one direction, which in one of the four cases at least happened to seem to be the direction of the NDEr, the fact that they had no idea what that strange scene was and why they found themselves there, so many reasons to panic and interpret the scene as more threatening than it actually was. And as it obviously wasn’t Heaven, then automatically they thought it must be Hell – a Hell of some kind, even if it wasn’t quite the same kind of Hell that is usually described. With our mental activity that knows basically only the contraries, the extremes, nothing in between, as a result nothing even simply different than those extremes is imagined or envisaged.

They were all heart patients, all hospitalized in the same place, the St. Alphonsus Hospital in Boise, Idaho, and on the same floor. I wonder if anyone checked or could still check the records to see at what time of the day each one of those four patients had been operated upon (if all had been) and at what time each of them had had her/his NDE. Perhaps it was at night, and then when going out of their body their consciousness automatically went straight to the usual destination, the ‘Sleepers’ Class’?…

I would like very much to ask these questions particularly to P.M.H. Atwater. Perhaps I should send her this article of mine, and see what she says?…

Carl Jung’s NDE: Seeing the Earth From Space in 1944

Carl Jung had what we would now call a NDE, when he was already in his sixties and a well-known psychiatrist.

In it he found himself high in space, high enough to see the Earth almost in its entirety, in a way that only twenty years later it has also been seen by human astronauts, but which he saw nevertheless with great clarity and precision, as his description will show (what he calls ‘Ceylon’ is now called ‘Sri Lanka’). Nowadays, with all the other accounts of NDEs and other similar experiences that we have on record, it can be noticed that seeing the Earth from above in space is actually a rather common feature in this type of experience.

This was, from what Jung himself said, a turning-point in his understanding of what a human being is, and spirituality, which for Sigmund Freud was only imagination, openly became part of Jung’s very different viewpoint.

Here is his own account of what happened to him, in the fullest version I could find on the Internet (my thanks to Kevin Williams  at http://www.near-death.com, who also added the pictures illustrating Jung’s text, and the very helpful notes). Most other versions were only much shorter paraphrased texts in which many revealing and important details were missing, as well as Jung’s own feelings as the experience happened.

It is quite interesting to see what kind of inner world Carl Jung was actually full of, overflowing with those references to biblical and mythological scenes and images that come alive for him during the blissful nights of his convalescence; and his NDE in itself is so obviously centered on India and Sri Lanka, that he had visited physically, certainly not as a coincidence; it is really as if Jung’s consciousness moves straight into the living images of the Afterlife environment belonging to that Tradition… If he had really died permanently, it is likely that he would have been attracted to that part of the Belief Systems Area as  mapped out by Bob Monroe’s repeated OBE visits to the Afterlife Domain in that Other Dimension of Reality we are not aware any more of in our normal limited state of perception, while in our physical body! Or perhaps he would have manifested there a new environment of his own, with a mixture of all those various inner influences that  had nurtured his psyche?… Perhaps that’s what he did when he really died…

Well, at least we have Carl Jung’s full account of his NDE:

‘The beginning of 1944 I broke my foot, and this misadventure was followed by a heart attack. In a state of unconsciousness, I experienced deliriums and visions which must have begun when I hung on the edge of death and was being given oxygen and camphor injections. The images were so tremendous that I myself concluded that I was close to death. My nurse afterward told me:

“It was as if you were surrounded by a bright glow.”

 That was a phenomenon she had sometimes observed in the dying, she added. I had reached the outermost limit, and do not know whether I was in a dream or an ecstasy. At any rate, extremely strange things began to happen to me.

It seemed to me that I was high up in space. Far below I saw the globe of the Earth, bathed in a gloriously blue light. I saw the deep blue sea and the continents.  Far below my feet lay Ceylon, and in the distance ahead of me the subcontinent of India. My field of vision did not include the whole Earth, but its global shape was plainly distinguishable and its outlines shone with a silvery gleam through that wonderful blue light. In many places the globe seemed colored, or spotted dark green like oxidized silver. Far away to the left lay a broad expanse – the reddish-yellow desert of Arabia; it was as though the silver of the Earth had there assumed a reddish-gold hue. Then came the Red Sea, and far, far back – as if in the upper left of a map – I could just make out a bit of the Mediterranean. My gaze was directed chiefly toward that. Everything else appeared indistinct. I could also see the snow-covered Himalayas, but in that direction it was foggy or cloudy. I did not look to the right at all. I knew that I was on the point of departing from the Earth.

Later I discovered how high in space one would have to be to have so extensive a view – approximately a thousand miles!  The sight of the Earth from this height was the most glorious thing I had ever seen.

After contemplating it for a while, I turned around. I had been standing with my back to the Indian Ocean, as it were, and my face to the north. Then it seemed to me that I made a turn to the south. Something new entered my field of vision. A short distance away I saw in space a tremendous dark block of stone, like a meteorite. It was about the size of my house, or even bigger. It was floating in space, and I myself was floating in space.

Temple of the Holy Tooth in CeylonI had seen similar stones on the coast of the Gulf of Bengal. They were blocks of tawny granite, and some of them had been hollowed out into temples. My stone was one such gigantic dark block. An entrance led into a small antechamber. To the right of the entrance, a black Hindu sat silently in lotus posture upon a stone bench. He wore a white gown, and I knew that he expected me. Two steps led up to this antechamber, and inside, on the left, was the gate to the temple. Innumerable tiny niches, each with a saucer-like concavity filled with coconut oil and small burning wicks, surrounded the door with a wreath of bright flames. I had once actually seen this when I visited the Temple of the Holy Tooth at Kandy in Ceylon; the gate had been framed by several rows of burning oil lamps of this sort.

As I approached the steps leading up to the entrance into the rock, a strange thing happened: I had the feeling that everything was being sloughed away; everything I aimed at or wished for or thought, the whole phantasmagoria of earthly existence, fell away or was stripped from me – an extremely painful process. Nevertheless something remained; it was as if I now carried along with me everything I had ever experienced or done, everything that had happened around me. I might also say: it was with me, and I was it. I consisted of all that, so to speak. I consisted of my own history and I felt with great certainty: this is what I am. I am this bundle of what has been and what has been accomplished.

This experience gave me a feeling of extreme poverty, but at the same time of great fullness. There was no longer anything I wanted or desired. I existed in an objective form; I was what I had been and lived. At first the sense of annihilation predominated, of having been stripped or pillaged; but suddenly that became of no consequence.

Everything seemed to be past; what remained was a “fait accompli,” without any reference back to what had been. There was no longer any regret that something had dropped away or been taken away. On the contrary: I had everything that I was, and that was everything.

Something else engaged my attention: as I approached the temple I had the certainty that I was about to enter an illuminated room and would meet there all those people to whom I belong in reality. There I would at last understand – this too was a certainty – what historical nexus I or my life fitted into. I would know what had been before me, why I had come into being, and where my life was flowing. My life as I lived it had often seemed to me like a story that has no beginning and end. I had the feeling that I was a historical fragment, an excerpt for which the preceding and succeeding text was missing. My life seemed to have been snipped out of a long chain of events, and many questions had remained unanswered. Why had it taken this course? Why had I brought these particular assumptions with me? What had I made of them? What will follow? I felt sure that I would receive an answer to all the questions as soon as I entered the rock temple. There I would meet the people who knew the answer to my question about what had been before and what would come after.

While I was thinking over these matters, something happened that caught my attention. From below, from the direction of Europe, an image floated up. It was my doctor, or rather, his likeness – framed by a golden chain or a golden laurel wreath. I knew at once:

“Aha, this is my doctor, of course, the one who has been treating me. But now he is coming in his primal form, as a “basileus of Kos.” [1]  In life he was an avatar of this basileus, the temporal embodiment of the primal form, which has existed from the beginning. Now he is appearing in that primal form.

[1] Basileus was the king (i.e. “basileus”) of Kos – a small Greek island on the Aegean Sea. The island of Kos was famous in antiquity as the site of the temple of Asklepios, and was the birthplace of Hippocrates.

Presumably I too was in my primal form, though this was something I did not observe but simply took for granted. As he stood before me, a mute exchange of thought took place between us. The doctor had been delegated by the Earth to deliver a message to me, to tell me that there was a protest against my going away. I had no right to leave the Earth and must return. The moment I heard that, the vision ceased.

I was profoundly disappointed, for now it all seemed to have been for nothing. The painful process of defoliation had been in vain, and I was not to be allowed to enter the temple, to join the people in whose company I belonged.

In reality, a good three weeks were still to pass before I could truly make up my mind to live again. I could not eat because all food repelled me. The view of city and mountains from my sickbed seemed to me like a painted curtain with black holes in it, or a tattered sheet of newspaper full of photographs that meant nothing. Disappointed, I thought:

“Now I must return to ‘the box system’ again.”

 For it seemed to me as if behind the horizon of the cosmos a three-dimensional world had been artificially built up, in which each person sat by himself in a little box. And now I should have to convince myself all over again that this was important! Life and the whole world struck me as a prison, and it bothered me beyond measure that I should again be finding all that quite in order. I had been so glad to shed it all, and now it had come about that I -  along with everyone else – would again be hung up in a box by a thread.

While I floated in space, I had been weightless, and there had been nothing tugging at me. And now all that was to be a thing of the past!

I felt violent resistance to my doctor because he had brought me back to life. At the same time, I was worried about him.

“His life is in danger, for heaven’s sake! He has appeared to me in his primal form! When anybody attains this form it means he is going to die, for already he belongs to the ‘greater company’!”

Suddenly the terrifying thought came to me that Dr. H. would have to die in my stead. I tried my best to talk to him about it, but he did not understand me. Then I became angry with him:

“Why does he always pretend he doesn’t know he is a basileus of Kos? And that he has already assumed his primal form? He wants to make me believe that he doesn’t know!”

That irritated me. My wife reproved me for being so unfriendly to him. She was right; but at the time I was angry with him for stubbornly refusing to speak of all that had passed between us in my vision:

“Damn it all, he ought to watch his step. He has no right to be so reckless! I want to tell him to take care of himself.”

I was firmly convinced that his life was in jeopardy. In actual fact I was his last patient. On April 4, 1944, I still remember the exact date I was allowed to sit up on the edge of my bed for the first time since the beginning of my illness, and on this same day Dr. H. took to his bed and did not leave it again. I heard that he was having intermittent attacks of fever. Soon afterward he died of septicemia. He was a good doctor; there was something of the
genius about him. Otherwise he would not have appeared to me as a prince of Kos.

During those weeks I lived in a strange rhythm. By day I was usually depressed. I felt weak and wretched, and scarcely dared to stir. Gloomily, I thought:

“Now I must go back to this drab world.”

Toward evening I would fall asleep, and my sleep would last until about midnight. Then I would come to myself and lie awake for about an hour, but in an utterly transformed state. It was as if I were in an ecstasy. I felt as though I were floating in space, as though I were safe in the womb of the universe in a tremendous void, but filled with the highest possible feeling of happiness.

“This is eternal bliss,” I thought. “This cannot be described; it is far too wonderful!”

Everything around me seemed enchanted. At this hour of the night the nurse brought me some food she had warmed for only then was I able to take any, and I ate with appetite. For a time it seemed to me that she was an old Jewish woman, much older than she actually was, and that she was preparing ritual kosher dishes for me. When I looked at her, she seemed to have a blue halo around her head. I myself was, so it seemed, in the Pardes Rimmonim, the garden of pomegranates, [2] and the wedding of Tiferet with Malchut was taking place. Or else I was Rabbi Simeon bar Yochai, whose wedding in the afterlife was being celebrated. It was the mystic marriage as it appears in the Cabbalistic tradition. I cannot tell you how wonderful it was. I could only think continually:

“Now this is the garden of pomegranates! Now this is the marriage of Malchuth with Tifereth!” [2]

[2] Pardes Rimmonim is the title of an old Cabbalistic tract by Moses Cordovero (sixteenth century). In Cabbalistic doctrine Malchuth and Tifereth are two of the ten spheres of divine manifestation in which God emerges from his hidden state. They represent the female and male principles within the Godhead.

I do not know exactly what part I played in it. At bottom it was I myself: I was the marriage. And my beatitude was that of a blissful wedding.

Gradually the garden of pomegranates faded away and changed. There followed the Marriage of the Lamb, in a Jerusalem festively bedecked. I cannot describe what it was like in detail. These were ineffable states of joy. Angels were present, and light. I myself was the “Marriage of the Lamb.”

That, too, vanished, and there came a new image, the last vision. I walked up a wide valley to the end, where a gentle chain of hills began. The valley ended in a classical amphitheater. It was magnificently situated in the green landscape. And there, in this theater, the hierosgamos was being celebrated. Men and women dancers came onstage, and upon a flower-decked couch All-father Zeus and Hera consummated the mystic marriage, as it is described in the Iliad.

All these experiences were glorious. Night after night I floated in a state of purest bliss:

“thronged round with images of all creation (from “Faust,” Part Two.)”

Gradually, the motifs mingled and paled. Usually the visions lasted for about an hour; then I would fall asleep again. By the time morning drew near, I would feel:

“Now gray morning is coming again; now comes the gray world with its boxes! What idiocy, what hideous nonsense! Those inner states were so fantastically beautiful that by comparison this world appeared downright ridiculous.”

As I approached closer to life again, they grew fainter, and scarcely three weeks after the first vision they ceased altogether.

It is impossible to convey the beauty and intensity of emotion during those visions. They were the most tremendous things I have ever experienced. And what a contrast the day was: I was tormented and on edge; everything irritated me; everything was too material, too crude and clumsy, terribly limited both spatially and spiritually. It was all an imprisonment, for reasons impossible to divine, and yet it had a kind of hypnotic power, a cogency, as if it were reality itself, for all that I had clearly perceived its emptiness. Although my belief in the world returned to me, I have never since entirely freed myself of the impression that:

…this life is a segment of existence which is enacted in a three-dimensional box-like universe especially set up for it.

There is something else I quite distinctly remember. At the beginning, when I was having the vision of the garden of pomegranates, I asked the nurse to forgive me if she were harmed:

“There was such sanctity in the room,” I said, “that it might be harmful to her.”

Of course she did not understand me. For me the presence of sanctity had a magical atmosphere; I feared it might be unendurable to others. I understood then why one speaks of the odor of sanctity, of the “sweet smell” of the Holy Ghost. This was it. There was a pneuma of inexpressible sanctity in the room, whose manifestation was the mysterium coniunctionis.

I would never have imagined that any such experience was possible. It was not a product of imagination. The visions and experiences were utterly real; there was nothing subjective about them; they all had a quality of absolute objectivity.

We shy away from the word “eternal,” but I can describe the experience only as the ecstasy of a non-temporal state in which present, past, and future are one. Everything that happens in time had been brought together into a concrete whole. Nothing was distributed over time, nothing could be measured by temporal concepts. The experience might best be defined as a state of feeling, but one which cannot be produced by imagination. How can I imagine that I exist simultaneously the day before yesterday, today, and the day after tomorrow? There would be things which would not yet have begun, other things which would be indubitably present, and others again which would already be finished and yet all this would be one. The only thing that feeling could grasp would be a sum, an iridescent whole, containing all at once expectation of a beginning, surprise at what is now happening, and satisfaction or disappointment with the result of what has happened. One is interwoven into an indescribable whole and yet observes it with complete objectivity.

I experienced this objectivity once again later on. That was after the death of my wife. I saw her in a dream which was like a vision. She stood at some distance from me, looking at me squarely. She was in her prime, perhaps about thirty, and wearing the dress which had been made for her many years before by my cousin the medium. It was perhaps the most beautiful thing she had ever worn. Her expression was neither joyful nor sad, but, rather, objectively wise and understanding, without the slightest emotional reaction, as though she were beyond the mist of affects. I knew that it was not she, but a portrait she had made or commissioned for me. It contained the beginning of our relationship, the events of fifty-three years of marriage, and the end of her life also. Face to face with such wholeness one remains speechless, for it can scarcely be comprehended.

The objectivity which I experienced in this dream and in the visions is part of a completed individuation. It signifies detachment from valuations and from what we call emotional ties. In general, emotional ties are very important to human beings. But they still contain projections, and it is essential to withdraw these projections in order to attain to oneself and to objectivity. Emotional relationships are relationships of desire, tainted by coercion and constraint; something is expected from the other person, and that makes him and ourselves unfree. Objective cognition lies hidden behind the attraction of the emotional relationship; it seems to be the central secret. Only through objective cognition is the real coniunctio possible.

After the illness a fruitful period of work began for me. A good many of my principal works were written only then. The insight I had had, or the vision of the end of all things, gave me the courage to undertake new formulations. I no longer attempted to put across my own opinion, but surrendered myself to the current of my thoughts. Thus one problem after the other revealed itself to me and took shape.

Something else, too, came to me from my illness. I might formulate it as an affirmation of things as they are: an unconditional “yes” to that which is, without subjective protests acceptance of the conditions of existence as I see them and understand them, acceptance of my own nature, as I happen to be. At the beginning of the illness I had the feeling that there was something wrong with my attitude, and that I was to some extent responsible for the mishap. But when one follows the path of individuation, when one lives one’s own life, one must take mistakes into the bargain; life would not be complete without them. There is no guarantee not for a single moment that we will not fall into error or stumble into deadly peril. We may think there is a sure road. But that would be the road of death. Then nothing happens any longer at any rate, not the right things. Anyone who takes the sure road is as good as dead.

It was only after the illness that I understood how important it is to affirm one’s own destiny. In this way we forge an ego that does not break down when incomprehensible things happen; an ego that endures, that endures the truth, and that is capable of coping with the world and with fate. Then, to experience defeat is also to experience victory. Nothing is disturbed neither inwardly nor outwardly, for one’s own continuity has withstood the current of life and of time. But that can come to pass only when one does not meddle inquisitively with the workings of fate.

I have also realized that one must accept the thoughts that go on within oneself of their own accord as part of one’s reality. The categories of true and false are, of course, always present; but because they are not binding they take second place. The presence of thoughts is more important than our subjective judgment of them. But neither must these judgments be suppressed, for they also are existent thoughts which are part of our wholeness.’

Jung had again another ‘dream’ after his illness, which for me has obviously to do with the unfulfilled ending of his NDE:

‘I came to a small wayside chapel. The door was ajar, and I went in. To my surprise there was no image of the Virgin on the altar, and no crucifix either, but only a wonderful flower arrangement. But then I saw that on the floor in front of the altar, facing me, sat a yogi- in lotus posture, in deep meditation. When I looked at him more closely, I realized that he had my face. I started in profound fright, and awoke with the thought:’Aha, so he is the one who is meditating me. He has a dream and I am it.’ (323) (Carl Jung, ‘Memories, Dreams and Reflections,’ pp.290-2)

Later on, Jung had those words which show what an ineffable, but unforgettable and essential experience all this has been for him, changing for ever his life and his all outlook on Life:

“What happens after death is so unspeakably glorious that our imagination and feelings do not suffice to form even an approximate conception of it.” — Carl Jung (Quoted in Vincent Brome: Jung: Man and Myth, Scientific Book Club, 1979, p277.)

“The Life You Lead Conceals the Light You Are”

This title is the last line of  my previous post,  the last line of the formidable Wake-up Call from Sri Aurobindo’s vast poem on Evolution, ‘Savitri’, that I quoted as the largest part of that post.

I have chosen to repeat that line here, as it is such a forceful reminder of what we all truly are, and eternally so: Beings of Light…

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You, who are now reading this, are in truth a Being of Light, oblivious here of what you truly are. And so is everybody else. Yes, a whole terrestrial population actually amnesic, not knowing anymore what it really is and why it is here.

So most of us live an empty, meaningless life, with no purpose other than the usual superficial, short-term,  ‘success’-oriented existences we call our careers and what not. In these scientifically materialistic times,  a human being is not supposed any more to even have a soul – let alone to be a soul!…

Luckily, this is changing, and as I mentioned in earlier posts, Near Death Experiences (NDEs) are giving more and more people the direct experience that we go on existing after death -  many experiencers becoming aware then of themselves as the Beings of Light we have always been and will always be, and it is the most normal and natural thing in the world to be that again. The same kind of experiences may happen also in the absence of any threat on one’s life, as researchers in this field are starting to realize, adding a new category, that of NDLEs or Near Death-Like Experiences, to their records.

And there is in the same way a growing realization that yet another kind of phenomenon, the Out of Body Experiences (OBEs) that can be had as well while we are still very much alive, should be put together with those other ones, and all be recognized as constituting a wider spectrum of phenomena to be studied together for the best understanding of all of them:

In OBEs, the main part of our consciousness temporarily leaves the physical body while the latter is asleep (or in a coma, or anesthetized on an operation-table), and freed from the constraints of the physical space-time we are used to during our normal awake life, our conscious self can go then actually anywhere more or less instantly, its senses functioning just as usual or even better than while in the physical body.

People who have trained themselves to stay for a long time out of their body, like Robert Monroe, can in that way explore systematically and methodically that other dimension of Reality that is currently called the ‘Afterlife’, but this appellation is misleading, for it implicitly limits that entire domain to what can be known only after death, a limitation that exists only in our present general ignorance of that domain.

In Bob Monroe’s incredibly brave adventures out of his body from 1958 until his passing in 1994, a vast, actually limitless Unknown was opening up to him night after night simply by the fact that in that specific condition his perception wasn’t limited any longer to the physical dimension of Reality.

What I find absolutely remarkable every time I read again his books, particularly ‘Far Journeys’ and ‘The Ultimate Journey’, is how he managed to map out that immensity of Dark Space into the various, very numerous zones he soon recognized there were,  even simply within the very region which is indeed that of the ‘Afterlife’, where the souls of the newly deceased, departing permanently from the physical body they have just left, spontaneously, automatically go to, depending on the state of consciousness and corresponding vibratory frequency of their being at the moment of their death. They don’t necessarily stay there for long before some change happens in their consciousness, that allows them to move on to ever more luminous areas.

From Bob Monroe’s overall experience observing what was going on in that domain first accessed by the arriving souls leaving Earth, there are as many zones as there are Belief Systems upon Earth about what the Afterlife is like. All the main Religions, and all the small or very ancient ones too, have there the buildings or other types of features said to be part of the Afterlife in their particular Belief System, with its characteristic, signature vibratory frequency, that automatically attracts after a while all the arriving souls attuned to that same vibration.

Only after a soul, by itself or with the help of friends or relatives or any other souls who are already past that stage, has outgrown its belief in that specific Afterlife landscape and other features, is it able to leave that staged environment and start opening up to the genuine all-encompassing Reality that is there to be explored and participated in, the soul gradually recovering its full awareness of what is in fact the Home it came from when it decided to experience yet another lifetime in  the Earth’s Training System… There, everyone grows back into what they all secretly were all the time: Beings of Light of various intensity…

Because I am a ‘freelance’ researcher, so to say, I have been able to study all kinds of books and other documents on all kinds of topics, including these ones, without the usual restrictions due to the excessive specialization and compartmentalization that plague present Science. I do my research across the board, to whatever extent I am capable of, and in that way I land sometimes on very interesting discoveries, as some of my future posts will tell.

Also, I happen to be at the same time a voluntary guinea-pig as well as a researcher, in that Auroville that in itself is a veritable  ‘Laboratory of Evolution’ on a collective scale; so I have my own spiritual experiences of an entire lifetime available to me as well, and that of some other Aurovilians too, in this Consciousness Research for which personal experience is an invaluable advantage; last, but far from least, most precious of all, I have the tremendous amount of experimentation and  knowledge accumulated over nearly a century by Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, recorded in such awe-inspiring, exceptional documents as ‘Savitri’ or ‘Mother’s Agenda’, to mention only those two gold mines.

All this places me in a very privileged position as a researcher, having the testimony and recorded documentation from those two early Pioneers in Conscious Evolution, who are at the same time those who have gone the farthest in order to open the way for the others who later would attempt to follow – each one in his or her necessarily unique way, and yet, thanks to the first, extremely important results accomplished by those two Pioneers, whether or not the followers to come would know of those great predecessors and would draw their inspiration and their own results from their example and from the inner help received constantly from them, as I  and a number of others do.

For even in the midst still of the resisting powers of the Past, a Past that seeks to endure but will inevitably crumble, what we are starting to witness,  growing discretely but irresistibly, are the first signs of a promised evolutive Future taking shape more and more into our Present. It is the beginning of a new step in terrestrial evolution that we are witnessing, just as Sri Aurobindo, before he left his body in December 1950 to hasten this outcome, had described towards the ending of his stunning book-poem ‘Savitri’, as a luminous prophecy over several wonderful pages, out of which I will quote only these last lines, on page 710:

“The frontiers of the Ignorance shall recede,

More and more souls shall enter into light,

Minds lit, inspired, the occult summoner hear

And lives blaze with a sudden inner flame

And hearts grow enamoured of divine delight

And human wills tune to the divine will,

These separate selves the Spirit’s oneness feel,

These senses of heavenly sense grow capable,

The flesh and nerves, of a strange ethereal joy,

And mortal bodies of immortality. (…)

Thus shall the earth open to divinity

And common natures feel the wide uplift

Illumine common acts with the Spirit’s ray

And meet the deity in common things.

Nature shall live to manifest secret God,

The Spirit shall take up the human play,

This earthly life become the life divine.”

The Monroe Institute’s Contribution to Humanity’s Awakening

As you may have noticed in my previous post, I have underlined the importance of the powerful inner experience Foster Gamble, now of “THRIVE” fame, had years ago while at the Monroe Institute in Virginia, attending one of the several Programs that are offered there all year long, year after year, of various kinds, but all helping the participants to reach states of consciousness that are for the time being unusual for ‘normal’ humans… that is, the humans not trained for many years in remote corners of India under the guidance of someone already mastering the techniques and inner processes required to arrive at these extraordinary results.

The experience Foster had was in fact one of a spiritual nature, and it had a profound and unforgettable effect on him.

He is not the only one, far from it, to have benefited in such a deep and permanent manner from the Program he participated in at the Monroe Institute.

In my eyes, the work accomplished by TMI, together with the NDEs happening to more and more individuals everywhere, have been the two most influential factors in the accelerated spiritualization of humanity that we are witnessing since a few decades.

It has transformed the consciousness and the life of literally tens of millions of people worldwide, who either went to the main, original Centre in Virginia, USA, or to the other centres now established also elsewhere, for example in Europe, Spain particularly, at various locations, under trained and qualified TMI staff members. Beyond the sharings possible of course also every time on the spot, most of the participants later write a report of how the program worked for them. Many report experiences that used to be described only by saints or yogis, or specially gifted individuals with a background of spiritual development they could remember from previous lifetimes altogether.

I recall my astonishment forty years ago when I read for the first time the kind of things that the Mother, for example, still the young girl Mirra Alfassa in France, could do during the night, while supposedly resting: her consciousness would go routinely out of her body and in that state she would be able to attend to lots of people also in the same condition, but asleep and unconscious, who needed inner help one way or the other.

One of the tasks young Mirra often found herself doing was taking care of the souls of the newly deceased, who are at first confused, often not aware yet that their body was dead, because they had been told that when you die, your consciousness disappears as well, you  just don’t exist anymore; so those people, finding themselves still quite alive and conscious but in an unexpectedly very different environment, couldn’t understand what was going on, and remained stuck in the areas of the After Life that are the closest to the Physical Plane, not knowing what to do or where to go next; or if their death had been sudden and violent, they would need some help too first of all to recover from the shock. There are constantly many such cases that need attention, and the help may come for them as well from still embodied but conscious other souls, as from spirits without a physical body, coming to their rescue from the deeper and more luminous parts of that other dimension of Reality.

At the time of Mirra Alfassa’s youth, in the 1890s, and for long afterwards, only very evolved souls, and that meant not many, were capable of giving such help.

Well, I was flabbergasted a few years ago, reading reports from some TMI participants, to see that a number of them had become not only capable of providing such after death help, but quite adept at it, going on regularly with that task even after they had gone back home to their normal life… now with that strange, but extremely helpful skill added discretely to the activities they could chose to have at will: they now knew exactly how to enter at any time the inner state that would enable them to be again in that other dimension, and more precisely in the immediate after death environment. I discovered to my amazement that nowadays, whenever a massive disaster happens somewhere on our planet, there are whole teams of people, not only in their physical bodies as usual, but also out of them, going to the rescue of the survivors on the one hand, and on the other hand also of those who didn’t survive. Fantastic, but wonderfully true! And indeed in times of big catastrophes, lots of souls need help at the same time, and extra contingents of temporary helpers  are quite useful.

This is but one example, that happened to be especially striking for me. Some other people at TMI train themselves to enter yet other states of consciousness and accomplish other activities that for other people would be also totally unheard of feats.

In that way, year after year, TMI helps human beings from everywhere to reach ever further with their consciousness and integrate into their daily life yet more so-called incredible possibilities.

Through the spreading use of their Hemi-Synch products too,  the researchers at TMI continue the invaluable work started long ago by Robert Monroe, in the solitude and loneliness of his own private experiments with himself at first, and then with the team of other researchers that formed around him.

What expansion of consciousness and other beneficial effects their lifelong, so dedicated research has brought over the years to our human world make me extremely grateful. I only regret that most of the time no funds are made available yet for this kind of Research, and so for the time being, except for the occasional recipient of a scholarship (I was one in 2001… Thank you, TMI! See my older post on my time there: “TMI: Expansion of Consciousness, Outside the Body”, dated 12 November 2011), only those who have the corresponding financial means can afford to participate in those training Programs  at TMI, that in the present circumstances are quite costly to organize.

Who knows, in the New Era that is about to visibly start upon Earth, in our different appreciation of what a truly useful Education would mean, it can be hoped that Research and Training Centres like TMI will get all the funds they need to make their discoveries accessible to all interested…

In a place such as Auroville, such experiments and training would make all the more sense. I have been dreaming since years to have, as part of this “Laboratory of Evolution” I have had the opportunity to create here in 1984, at least one or two of those specially equipped nice little spaces in which one can lie down comfortably on one’s bed,  pull the curtains closed, put the earphones on, and under the caring voice of Bob Monroe, go for a special Adventure in Consciousness…

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Watch the New Evolution at Work Right Here…

The video down below will show you how the new Force of Evolution at work upon Earth since 1956, when finally happened the direct contact of the terrestrial atmosphere and very matter with the Supramental Consciousness, brought slowly down from its own other dimensional realm by Sri Aurobindo’s decades of relentless efforts, is gradually but irresistibly changing our ideas and our worldview:

At first it is through a number of various individual scientific researchers,  each working at the leading edge of their special discipline to bring new discoveries and inventions; and then comes a group able to organize a meeting, some yearly symposium of those individuals, where they start communicating together; and then someone else still, in yet another group, happens to have the necessary knowledge, inner perception and personal power to act as a catalyst and bring together all those new things, weaving them into a still vaster, grander and more meaningful worldview everybody then will start sharing and spreading further to the rest of humanity.

Once again it is Foster Gamble that we see having that extraordinarily useful capacity for furthering our collective evolution..

In his tremendously deep and far reaching talk on the video down below, we will realize that the very short and funny one I provided at the end of my previous post was actually only a brief extract from what turns out to be, not an inaugural speech  as I wrongly understood, but a full-fledge talk to this vast assembly of inventors from everywhere, all come for the now yearly International BEM (Breakthrough Energy Movement) , towards the end of 2013 – a mere few months ago.

One can measure at once the huge popularity Foster Gamble has already been able to generate as the presenter and host of the film “Thrive”. But as he explains to the audience on this third and last day of the gathering, that film was just meant to be a kind of preliminary trailer, so to speak, for the “Thrive” website as a whole, which is in the meantime developing more and more into a huge Resources Hub, to which anyone can add their own contribution from any corner of our world, linking up with all the other contributors in their own field and getting ready for the widespread collective actions that will gradually implement the enormous changes we need in our societies all-over the planet.

We need to recover, he emphasizes, not only our material freedoms, but also and first of all the freedom of our spirit, of our consciousness – even from the usual illusion we have of being only this physical body.

I have been absolutely thrilled to hear (and see) Foster relate in his characteristic simple and lovely manner what amounts to his first spiritual -cum- scientific experiences when merely a teen in his boarding school; and then, completely compelling too, much later, his first Out of Body Experience (OBE)… where?! In this very “Monroe Institute” I am also trying my best to draw everyone’s attention to through this blog of mine!!! I won’t spoil your own dicovery of this video by telling you what happened in that memorable OBE of his, but it is thoroughly enjoyable to watch him describe it!

 

Other highlights (for me) are Foster’s announcement of a “Thrive” TV (I can’t wait for that to be there!) and the words he had regarding his son Trevor Z. Gamble, 32, who, he says, “has been a major mentor for me for making the film”, at a time  when Foster himself was unwittingly still steeped in his old political notions and illusions, and not fully aware yet of the extent of  the wrong doings from Banks, Governments and Corporations.  “So”, Foster adds, “listen to your kids!”, in a humble and funny, yet sincere way that has the audience in splits once again.

After some more practical information for all the inventors, particularly at risk of losing not only their inventions, but even too often their lives, to raids from Government Agencies under whatever pretext or none at all, Foster ends with two very moving texts: one, a quote from another beautifully inspired human being (he said the name, but I didn’t understand), and the last, a poem he had written in the plane on his way to this gathering: a poem dedicated to the Inventors…

It all ends with the whole audience giving him a standing ovation – including Bhaga, standing all alone in front of her desk, clapping her hands and staring at her laptop screen with love and gratitude for this exemplary man, so dedicated to humanity’s potential “Thriving” that he too is putting his own life on the line for it to happen as soon as it possibly can.

March 17th, 2012: Tribute to Robert Monroe

A man with a mission
Robert A. Monroe
October 30, 1915-March 17, 1995

Bob Monroe made his transition 17 years ago on March 17th, 1995.

His work has helped  thousands, maybe millions of people in many ways.

We want to pay homage to this “man on a mission” with a brief overview of his life and legacy.

How one man’s personal transformation transforms the lives of many…

This is a brief portrait of a normal businessman, family man, entrepreneur, and lover of speedy cars and glider planes, who came into this world with a mission: to

Young Bob

create tools to help people delve quickly and easily into deep meditation states and take advantage of their practical, life-enhancing applications. As he put it,

“provide something of value.”

in 1935, Bob Monroe was a young man full of curiosity about the world around him. After spending time in college and a year traveling around hobo style he settled down to pursue a career in radio. Quite successful in his endeavors he produced many well known programs, including game shows and mystery plays, sometimes many simultaneously. Eventually he

Businessman Bob

became a vice president of Mutual Broadcasting Co.

In the 50s with the advent of television, Bob started moving in that direction, but also became intrigued with something he had heard the Russians were doing: sleep learning; but how to achieve the state of light sleep to try it out?

On his daily commute he noticed that the clickety-clack of the train seemed to cause people to nod off. And so was born his idea that sound could facilitate changes in human awareness.

Bob with daughter Laurie

Casting himself in the role of guinea pig for his audio experiments, Bob began noticing strange vibrations, which later led to his first, astonishing ‘out of body’ experience that changed his life forever.

At first his goal was simply to discover what was happening to him and why. Doctors couldn’t help, so his innate curiosity led him to set up his own research efforts.

Bob with scientist Russell Targ
Could his sound technology help others experience similar states? A few volunteers gathered around to find out.

Slowly, laboriously, with the aid of scientists, psychologists, and engineers, a revolutionary sound technology came into being — Hemi-Sync®.

The volunteers started leaving their bodies to travel near and far, meeting with guides, and having other experiences similar to Bob’s.

More…

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Bob Monroe Tribute, cont…

Nancy Penn Monroe

Life moved on, Bob became involved with cable TV, affordable modular homes, writing a book about his astral adventures, and finding a spiritual life companion to support him in his search for truth. Nancy Penn, a spiritual pioneer in her own right, joined forces with Bob.

Together they created a center for residential programs in Virginia, now known as The Monroe Institute. Audiotapes were created to bring this ground-breaking technology to those who couldn’t make the trip to Virginia for residential classes.

Meanwhile, Bob’s non-physical friends continued to give him insights about how the non-physical world works. He wanted to become like them, whom he deemed Intelligent Species. They communicated mind to mind, trained him to move through dimensions, and led him close to meeting the Grand Engineer.

Bob the writer
Parts of Bob’s dreams had been fulfilled, but what really happened after our physical death?Again with the help of his non-physical friends, he was given opportunities to accompany souls to what he called the Park or Way Station, where humans prepare for their next step. He learned to guide lost souls there, and through the Hemi-Sync® technology was able to teach others to do so.

Two more books about his experiences showed how Bob’s understanding of the Earth Life Experience had matured, but still many issues were left unanswered.

Bob now focused on another goal, helping humanity reach its full potential. One of his most famous quotes sums it up: “Man’s greatest illusion is that he has limitations.”

A remarkable thing about Bob is that he never allowed himself to be put on a pedestal. He wanted to empower people to open to their own true knowing. “Don’t believe anything I say; go find out for yourself.”

Asked about his achievements: “I’m just a monkey who fell out of a tree.”

One of his greatest gifts must be offering the possibility to know, not just believe, that you are indeed more than your physical body, that you do indeed survive physical death.

Bob had an understanding that those who needed to find him would. Though his final words were: “Get it out there!”

As The Monroe Institute moves forward, we want to pay tribute to a man whose vision and dedicated work has enhanced the lives of many thousands, maybe millions, of people all over the globe.
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Robert Monroe’s ‘Reincarnated Tower’

In Robert Monroe’s last book, ‘The Ultimate Journey’, an important part of the inner work he finds himself having to do, in order to complete his overall understanding of the meaning and purpose of Life and the next step for himself, is to identify the various components/talents of his present personality, which are existing in some of his other lifetimes as well. Among those aspects of his larger Me he finds particularly salient is this one:

The Architect/Builder
This was in the era of cathedral and castle building during
the twelfth century in England and the continent of Eu-
rope. I was dismissed in disgrace when I objected to the appalling
cost in lives of worker-friends when huge stones fell
from crude scaffolds and crushed those on the ground beneath.
I refused to comply with the irrational whims of those
in power. I emigrated to France, where the same sequence
took place but with a different ending. Someone in angry
authority had me beheaded.
This part of me was reflected early in life, before I was
ten, in the building of wooden shacks two and three stories
high. Later came the design and construction of theatrical
stage sets, and then the design, engineering, and construction
supervision of various buildings in Westchester County, New
York, and then in Virginia, which gave me such deep satisfaction.
This also explained the deep sadness, amounting to physical
illness, during a recent trip to England and France when
we visited various cathedrals and other ancient buildings. The
effect was so marked that we cut short our stay in both London
and Paris. In my I-There the details were completely
available, but the emotion was much too great for me to go
very deep.
I tried to learn what my name was at that point, but
received only an amused, repeated response.
“You were you! You!”
For a time I could make no sense of this, but an interesting
verification came in 1990. During a summer vacation in
Europe, my younger brother Emmett and his wife went to
Scotland to visit what is known as the Munro Fields just north
of Inverness. They took photographs of Foulis Castle there,
returning home without comment to me about the trip as they
didn’t think I would be interested.
In November, Emmett received a notice from our Institute
regarding activities for the coming year. In it was a photograph
of the tower in the new East Wing of the Center.
Astonished at what he saw, he made copies of his Munro
Fields pictures and sent them to us. In his Scotland pictures,
the distinctive feature of Foulis Castle is a tower that matches
ours beyond coincidence. Both have four stories, are octagonal
and embedded into the side of the main building, have the
same general dimensions, the same roof pitch, and both even
have similar iron fencing at the top, tied into the building
roof, although this is not visible in these photographs.
I didn’t know of the existence of Foulis Castle and its
tower, nor had I ever been to Scotland. My brother had never
seen or known of the Institute tower because it had been built
since his last visit to Virginia.
Who built the Foulis Tower? According to Munro clan
history, Donald Munro and his son Robert, in the mid-twelfth
century.
So there was some hard data. I was I after all!

And on the next page Bob provides us with his own pictures (here I have put other ones) of both towers side by side, with the following repeated comment above them, and under each of them its respective name, place, date of construction and architects:

Reincarnated Tower
Note that both towers are octagonal, with similar
roof pitch, both are halfway in the wall of
the building, both have similar dimensions, and
are four stories high with access to the roof and
wrought iron fencing at that point.
Foulis Castle Tower
Munro Fields
Near Inverness, Scotland
Constructed 1151 A.D.
by Robert Munro & father

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Monroe Institute
Central Tower
Nelson County, Va., U.S.A.
Constructed 1989 A.D.
by Robert Monroe & friends

Isn’t this a fascinating as well as amusing story?… Yes, sometimes from lifetime to lifetime we ‘carry over’ not only an identical talent, but an identical name too!…

TMI: Expansion of Consciousness, Outside the Body

When I discovered, along with the books of Robert Monroe, the existence of the whole set-up he and his collaborators created in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia, to offer the possibility to others of sharing the kind of inner explorations they had themselves become such great specialists of, I sighed with contentment and awe: the Monroe Institute, or ‘TMI’ as it has come to be called, was obviously one of those very important places for humankind nowadays, where Conscious Evolution is happening in a deliberate, organized and collective manner, proposing now an ever vaster choice of specific training programs for those having gone through the indispensable first one that has become so well-known and popular: the Gateway Voyage.
I knew already of the Edgar Cayce Center, the ‘A.R.E.’ (‘Association for Research & Enlightenment’), in Virginia Beach, and I noticed both places were located in Virginia, so presumably not too far from each other.

A stray thought came through my mind: how nice it would be to some day go there and visit those two places! I found myself smiling happily contemplating that thought. For a second, I did wish this could come true, and I imagined myself there; then I came back to reason, and to the financial reality I was living in: no income, as I was a ‘Voluntary  Honorary Worker’ in Auroville since many years, getting from Auroville enough for living here, but certainly not for traveling around the world all the way to the USA, let alone for paying the high cost of that initial ‘Gateway Program’ I longed to experience!…

And yet that stray thought and the brief but intense wish that it gave birth to had their effect:
I did go to the USA… twice even! The first time in 1991, with a ticket suddenly and unexpectedly offered to me so that I could go and give a needed talk on the Psychic Being for a gathering of spiritual seekers in Seattle, Washington; and a second time in 2001, as part of a kind of world tour I happened to have to make that summer, invited to give workshops about Conscious Evolution and Integral Yoga in various parts of France, Europe, Russia and South America. As a Researcher without any income I had just obtained from the TMI itself the exceptional gift of a scholarship: a free participation in their Gateway Program!… All my other travels were paid for, the only thing missing was the money for my plane ticket from Paris to New York and back; in view of this rare TMI opportunity I shouldn’t miss, the ticket was kindly paid by one of the Auroville commercial units, ‘Maroma’, bless them.

So one fine day during that rather hectic summer of 2001, I found myself arriving at the Nancy Penn Center, my heart beating with expectation and excitement at being finally on the premisses of that Monroe Institute my beloved Bob Monroe himself had put together!!! What a moment!…

Standing there outside and looking around, I felt everything in this place was helpful for the expansion of consciousness, even the physical surroundings: from the gentle green slopes upon which the ‘Nancy Penn Center’ was built, with its octogonal glass tower dominating the whole compound, to the far successive horizon lines of the mountains, ever more distant, yet ever more beautiful… Seeing the tower too gave me at once a joyful shock, of recognition this time: it has such a very special story, as told by Bob in his third and last book, ‘The Ultimate Journey’ (that will be for another post!…) I sent a sweet ‘Hello!’ to the tower as if it were a dear friend, and in a sense it was, after all these years reading again and again the passage about it.

Then I stepped into the building as such, and the first moments of my Gateway week.
Other participants were also there; after being officially identified and registered, we were shown  our respective quarters.
The booth that would also serve as bed for night sleep was immediately reminiscent to me of the cabin berths in some of the big ships I had traveled on during my childhood – happy memories. The restaurant and the food it served were great, everything on the physical level was superbly organized, but what impressed me most of all was, during the first meeting all together as a group, the inner quality of the TMI persons who would accompany us in our ‘Gateway Voyage’. The whole atmosphere, far from being being one of technical know-how as I was afraid it would be, was one of simplicity and, yes, spirituality.

The week went too fast, I was just starting to really settle down and get used to the equipment and the sound/music in the headphones. There was also the recorded voice of Robert Monroe gently guiding us, but alas in my case the language was a problem, I wasn’t able to really follow what was being said, or I understood too late. On top of it my own habitual way of going within was conflicting with the new way proposed, it was difficult for me to relinquish totally my thirty years of a certain approach to inner dimensions, for adapting to an approach completely different because the goal itself was completely different. Probably someone new to everything wouldn’t have had that difficulty, but I had it. Still, I had very special and nice inner experiences there in my booth.

What about an OBE?… I didn’t have one – that I know of. In the end I was actually relieved not to have had any, for I had been secretly very scared of having one and of being so terrified that I would be unable to re-enter my body!… With such a fear within me, it is probably better that I didn’t get an OBE, for the fear itself might have produced the result it was afraid of. I kept remembering Mother’s warning that one should not try to have an OBE if one was afraid. One had to be fearless – or at least brave enough to be able to face whatever situation might arise, without panicking. I certainly couldn’t say I was that brave…!

So I came to think it was actually by divine protection that during that week at TMI I staid put in my body, or at least didn’t have any conscious OBE in which I would have seen my body down there while I would be floating above somewhere near the ceiling.
As for tunnels and light at their ends, I have had that several times before in very significant ways (although in a different context than in an OBE or an NDE), so I didn’t really need that either, to me it wouldn’t have been something new.

I ended up asking inwardly the Divine if then the money spent for my coming to TMI had been wasted; the answer was no, it hadn’t been wasted, because it was necessary that I, as an ‘official’ researcher from Auroville,

Looking up from the 'foxden'

had the direct experience of the place, of the program, of the people doing it, the participants as well as the assistants, the overall atmosphere, the whole thing, so that I could later speak about it from more than just hearsay. Also, it was important that one Aurovilian had been physically there, so that a concrete link be established between that place and Auroville, two Laboratories of Conscious Evolution doing their work, each one in their respective way.

Last, but not least, I was told that while both were places for expansion of consciousness, it was  through two complementary approaches: TMI was about expansion of consciousness outside of the body, Auroville was adding expansion of consciousness inside the body, something absolutely necessary for enabling the body too to participate in the evolutive thrust of the whole being towards a ‘Life Divine’ right here on Earth. Both approaches are necessary for that new step in terrestrial evolution: our consciousness must learn both its independence and freedom from the body, and yet learn also that the body too is but a form of the Divine, the material form that now can awaken as well to its own divinity.

The consciousness of my body-cells has indeed been quite happy with our week stay in TMI. That says a lot as praise to the place!

Bob Monroe’s ‘Far Journeys’

DEDICATED TO:
Nancy Penn Monroe, much more than a wife,
whose constant and consistent love, support,
sharing, and understanding were the indispensable
elements in the writing and completion of this
record.
The literally hundreds of others over the past
fifteen years who freely gave their time, energy, and
interest in so many different ways and without
whom very little would have been accomplished.

While studying these books in depth, and Robert’s life, I have noted that in 1971, not only did he get his first book published, but he also married Nancy Penn Honeycutt. After three brief, unsuccessful marriages, this one was the right one, and lasted ‘until death did them part’, twenty-three years later.
This means that for all those years from 1971 on, Bob was basically a happy man, in love and loved. This mutual love no doubt provided him with a safe emotional atmosphere that helped him to open up to the inner dimension of true love deep in himself and in the Universe as well. It was thanks to his wife that a process of change and healing in his own nature began, so important in his own eyes that he mentions it now and then in this second book, published in 1985 and record of the results achieved through what he still called ‘OOBEs’, during all the intervening years. Following a Prologue, this is how Bob starts the first chapter of his new book:

1. Old Local Traffic

If there is a first and obvious point to be made, I can report that I am still
alive physically after twenty-five years of exploring personally the out-of-body
experience. A little timeworn, but still more or less operational.
There were several moments when I was not so sure. However, some of
the best medical authorities have assured me that the physical problems I
have encountered have been simple cause-and-effect of living in the culture/
civilization of mid-twentieth century America. Some take another
position. I am still alive as a result of such OOBE activity. Take your pick.
So it would seem that one can practice “going out of the body” regularly
and survive. Also, after having been tested periodically by experts, I
can still make the statement that I am reasonably sane in a not so reasonably
sane world. There are many people who do strange things and get
away with it. A century ago, it might have been going over Niagara Falls
in a barrel.
What is the out-of-body experience? For those who have not encountered
the subject as yet, an out-of-body experience (OOBE) is a condition
where you find yourself outside of your physical body, fully conscious and
able to perceive and act as if you were functioning physically—with several
exceptions. You can move through space (and time?) slowly or apparently
somewhere beyond the speed of light. You can observe, participate
in events, make willful decisions based upon what you perceive and do.
You can move through physical matter such as walls, steel plates, concrete,
earth, oceans, air, even atomic radiation without effort or effect.
You can go into an adjoining room without bothering to open the door.
You can visit a friend three thousand miles away. You can explore the
moon, the solar system, and the galaxy if these interest you. Or—you can
enter other reality systems only dimly perceived and theorized by our
time/space consciousness.
It is not a new phenomenon. Recent surveys indicate some 25 percent
of our population remembers having at least one such experience. Man’s
history is full of reports of such events. In earlier literature, it was commonly
labeled “astral projection.” I began by refusing to use this term, as
it had an occult connotation and was certainly nonscientific by our standards.
Charles Tart, a psychologist friend, popularized the term “out-of-body
experience” when we were working together in the sixties. In the
past twenty years, it has become the accepted Western generic term for
this particular state of being. (…)

That the out-of-body experience frightened me then is a quantum understatement.
(…) I stubbornly began a search and research into the phenomenon
out of self-preservation and, as the fear and panic subsided, out of growing
curiosity. (…)
One thing is certain. The purpose of the previous book was many times
fulfilled. It brought thousands of letters from all parts of the world and
among them many hundreds of people wrote their personal thanks for a
reassurance that they were not mentally deranged, were not so much alone
after all with their “closet” secret experience that they could not explain,
and, most important, that they were not necessarily candidates for the
psychiatric couch or mental hospital. That was the stated purpose of the
original book: to help just one person avoid such needless incarceration.
I personally am bemused at the changes in these twenty-five years. In
most academic and intellectual societies, it is now quite acceptable to talk
about OOBEs. However, I’m sure that the great majority of people in our
culture are still unaware of this facet of their lives. In 1959 or 1960, I
certainly would have derided the idea that I might give a talk on OOBEs
at the Smithsonian Institution. Or papers on the subject would be presented
before the American Psychiatric Association. But they happened. (…)

Beginning in the seventies, I began to experience a frustration, a limitation in
my out-of-body activities. It is hard for some people to believe, I suppose,
but such travels actually became boring. The early excitement had long
passed. It became an effort to participate in controlled tests, and because
it was an effort, I began to sense that the particular theme of “proof” was
not part of my mode of operation. Moreover, when free of such testing
limitations, there didn’t seem to be anything exciting to do.
My deliberate inducement of the second state also became tedious because
I had found a simpler way to achieve it. I would wake up after two
or possibly three sleep cycles, or approximately after three or four hours,
and find myself already relaxed physically, rested, and completely wide
awake. In that state, I found it ridiculously easy to “unhook” and flow
freely out of the body. This, of course, posed the question of what to do.
Everyone else was asleep at three or four-thirty in the morning. There
seemed nothing to be gained by going and meeting people while they
were asleep, not any easy prospect for validation because of the hour. So
with no particular goal or attraction, I usually would drift around a bit,
then slip back in, turn on the light, read until I was sleepy again, and that
was it.
This compounded the frustration, as there was still the compulsion. All
of the effort to work in the out-of-body state had to have some meaning or
importance beyond what my conscious mind (or those of others) thought
to be important.
In the spring of 1972, a decision was made that provided the answer.
The limiting factor was my conscious mind. Therefore, if OOBE decisions
were left up to that part of me, as they had been, I would remain just
as I was. I was too much in control—this left-brain “I.” What would
happen if I turned this decision-making process over to my total self
(soul?), who was purportedly conversant with such activities.
Believing this, I then put it into practice. The following night, I went
to sleep, went through two sleep cycles (about three hours), woke up, and
remembered the decision. I detached from the physical and floated free. I
said in my conscious mind that the decision to do is to be made by my
entire self. After waiting for what seemed only a few seconds, there was a
tremendous surge, a movement, an energy in that familiar spatial blackness,
and there began for me an entire new era in my out-of-body activities.
Since that night, my nonphysical experiences have been almost totally
due to this procedure.
The results have been of a nature so far removed from anything my
conscious mind could conceive of that a new problem arose. Although my
physical here-now consciousness is always a participant, better than 90
percent of such events seemed to me impossible to translate into the time-space
medium. It is as if one were to try to describe music, such as a
symphony orchestra with choir, and do it in words without the use of such
technical descriptions as notation, instruments, intervals, tonalities, and so
on. One can use such words as “nice,” “compelling,” “frightening,” “awe inspiring,”
“warm,” “loving,” “beautiful”—and be nowhere remotely near the actual description.
You do the best you can. (…)

One can see how determinant this remarkable inner choice has been, to turn over the guidance and decision-making to his soul. Far from being insignificant, this choice is symptomatic actually of the same thing being done, deep down, with his life-process in its entirety too. An altogether spiritual turning-point at the individual level. A collective one was imminent as well:

3. The Gateway Program

In the mid-seventies, a development took place that changed drastically
much of our activities. Only in retrospect did it become discernible.
Esalen at Big Sur in California invited us to conduct a weekend workshop
using our new methods and techniques. In a way, we took it to be
somewhat of a recognition of what we were doing. Esalen was then known
as a beginning source for many new types of psychological theory and
practice, and somewhat a fountainhead of intellectual approaches to the
human mind. (…)
Because we were dealing with unknown subjects, we brought with us an
affirmation for all of the participants to memorize before they started the
session.
” I am more than my physical body. Because I am more than physical
matter, I can perceive that which is greater than the physical world.
Therefore, I deeply desire to expand, to experience: to know, to understand,
to control, to use such greater energies and energy systems as may
be beneficial and constructive to me and to those who follow me.
Also, I deeply desire the help and cooperation, the assistance, the
understanding of those individuals whose wisdom, development, and experience
are equal to or greater than my own. I ask their guidance and
protection from any influence or any source that might provide me with
less than my stated desires.”
(…)
Not long thereafter, we began to get requests from individuals and
other organizations to conduct more such sessions. After reviewing our
results, we decided that this would be a very productive way to conduct
experiments on such a broad scale that we could certainly not afford to do
otherwise. (…) We also began to recognize that we were creating for the participant a doorway,
a window, a gap through which he could achieve other states of
consciousness. Thus it became known as the Gateway Program. (…)

Because the Gateway Program is so difficult to produce and conduct
properly, each year we question the value of continuing it. All things
considered, it is certainly not a financial success, although supposedly we
are the only research facility that charges for the privilege of being a
volunteer. Each time we consider closing it down, we receive just coincidentally
another report from a graduate who states how meaningful and
how constructive have been the results of his attendance.
So we schedule another year of Gateways.

4. Explorer Team

Amid the diversion of Gateway sessions, visitors ranging from psychologists
and electronics engineers to ex-flower children with backpacks, mail
response to the original Journeys, we continued our research program with
our volunteer group in the laboratory. The group became consistently
more proficient in achieving other forms of consciousness, including the
out-of-body state. (…)
One of the most peculiar aspects was that their experiences paralleled
my own only in the preliminary stages. They could and did replicate my
own near out-of-body experiences but from that point on there seemed
little similarity. Possibly because of the confidence factor of a monitor
with whom to communicate, in some respects they had freedoms that I
had never experienced. (…)
Here is a typical “entry” report, the beginning of an OOBE, transcribed
from an early file recording during an experiment:

SS/ROMC (OFFICE MANAGER) 7 MINUTES IN—-TEST #188
“I am going rapidly now through a tunnel—I was standing straight up
and now I am just sort of sucked up through this tunnel. It is very narrow
and I am rapidly shooting through this tunnel. Now I can see a point of
light at the other end. I am traveling rapidly to this point of light. It is
like I am on some type of light beam that is helping to propel me. I am
coming out. I am going into a different dimension and I have just completely
slowed down. And I am right at the opening of this point. And
now I am gently coming through and everything is green. It is so bright
that it is almost blinding because of coming out of a dark tunnel. It is a
different feeling. Now it is a real strong energy that seems to be pressing
against me. It is a great feeling now. This is a new energy level. I feel a
strong—everything around me is green. It is so bright that it is taking me
a minute to adjust and to absorb where I am.”

There was one “small” problem. Once our subjects passed through the
light or achieved the out-of-body state, they were not particularly interested
in hour after hour of dull searching for new effective sound frequency
patterns. They would still perform the tasks, but beyond the tunnel
and into the light was Paris! Keeping them on the farm was certainly
no trivial problem. So we had to play a little.
And play we did. We sent our subjects to explore the moon, which they
found a very dull place. We went to other parts of the solar system, the
other planets, and found them, as far as we could determine, nothing but
mile after mile of craters and mountains or simply layers of turbulent
matter—no vegetation, no sign of life, nothing to truly attract our human
attention. We did find that in such a state as the OOBE, a different kind
of consciousness seemed to exist. The overview of the subject was different.
For example, what to us in the control room was a minute could
become hours or timeless to the volunteer in the booth. It was at this
point that we began to call them our Explorer team.
Like most humans, we were possessed with the idea or hope that there
had to be intelligent life somewhere among the billions of stars that we
could perceive physically. So in our play we took to sending our Explorers
out beyond the solar system at what appeared a near-instantaneous change
of locale. The instruction was to keep going until he or she perceived
something worthwhile. They passed by the other suns, found other planets,
but no intelligent life. It seemed to us a sterile universe.
The change came in 1974. It took place in all of our Explorers within
several weeks. Some had never met one another, so there was no cross-communication.
In looking back to examine the reason for this massive
change, the only thing that we could find was: we had inserted the affirmation
developed for the Gateway Program at the beginning of each experimental
session in the lab. Other than that, we made no significant changes
in Hemi-Sync frequencies, basic environment, or methods of presentation.
It may have been the second part that was the catalyst:
“. . . Also, I deeply desire the help and cooperation, the assistance, the
understanding of those individuals whose wisdom, development, and experience
are equal to or greater than my own. I ask their guidance and
protection from any influence or any source that might provide me with
less than my stated desires.”
It was suddenly as if a curtain had been lifted. Almost every time one of
our Explorers went into the out-of-body state or simply into an advanced
Focus 12, they encountered intelligent beings who were more or less willing
to communicate—and could do so. After several years of finding only
barrenness, the effect upon us was overwhelming.

Again, this second paragraph was actually a direct call, sent with trust, to all entities acting for good in All There Is, for their assistance and protection, and such a call could come only from the Psychic Being’s innate trust in the Divine, whether the mind of the person concerned is aware of it or not. What we are witnessing that gradually took place in Robert Monroe and by extension also in at least a few of his fellow ‘Explorers’ is not just a development of knowledge through OBEs, but in fact at the same time a spiritual adventure, and this is why I will give it much importance on this blog, just as I do in my own life of Conscious Evolution.

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