Tagged with Trance

I spent increasing amounts of time just gazing into the clear marble, fascinated with the way it contained a distorted image of my entire bedroom and everything in it. So deeply, in fact, did I enter this distorted but complete inner world that I forgot myself. (more)

We have monitored the brains of chanting monks, praying nuns, yogis buried alive, even shaman in drug-induced states. They all light up a portion of their brains called the Orientation Association Area (OAA), which is responsible for telling us where we are in space. Trance states intensify input into this area, which moves you beyond your actual physical boundaries; it's as if you float in another time and space. (more)

After years of investigation into the physics of metaphysics, I've learned that our inner and outer space can in fact collapse into a coherent single-spaced body-image of oneness in the third eye open state-of-trance. Death does not exist. (more)

In that first week after the diagnosis of my wife’s recurrence of cancer, the greatest stretch to my cynical flexibility was the Shamanic Spirit Channeler. There was no way I was going to waste my Saturday night at some Shamanic Spirit Channeler. We got the diagnosis and Rebecca felt she needed to find a spiritual path through this latest struggle. I was a willing, supportive and loving husband. I would love to go Saturday night to the Shamanic Spirit Channeler. (more)

[Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century] •After-Death Communication (ADC) is the official term now given to what happened to me spontaneously in June 1988 where I was contacted by a “deceased” federal government physicist colleague, George Viguet (pronounced vee-gay). My friend had “died” prematurely at age 40 from a sudden cardiac arrest seven months previously in Huntsville, Alabama, but appeared suddenly “out-of-the-blue” one morning and that invoked a state of trance in me. I slipped into a very unique consciousness that was full-of-information about life and death in fact. (more)

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river that carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.—Jorge Luis Borges

 

The story you are about to read is true. (more)