Spiritual Sciences & Psychic Development

I mentioned in comment section yesterday that my first 'live' Teacher was Rev. John White (www.revjohnwhite.com) . I don't think for a moment he remembers me, but I have a hunch he would if I mentioned his listening to "Angels singing" while he was doing a reading for me. . . "It's the first time that something like this happened to me", said radiant John (among other things.)

Almost daily, in those days, I listened to my favorite (call-in) radio show whose host was mystic Ann Toth. I loved her :) and John was one of the regular guests. And, before long, I just knew I HAD to have classes with him!

One paycheck or not, my restless soul was craving sangha. Was craving something! Spending my husband's hard earned money on my spiritual/psychic development classes seemed like the most frivolous thing ever! But I saved money by not buying anything for myself. By avoiding spending money on things most people deem absolutely necessary.

Besides, 1 year earlier my husband witnessed something uncanny, that, - like it or not - my soul was on the Mission, only I consciously didn't know that yet.
In one of the earlier blogs I described and quoted what went down, what my husband said and saw - 'twos the "Your head lit up like the sun" - lasting sev. minutes - 'moment'.

Last night I send email to Rev. John saying I would be writing about my experiences during the workshop classes in May & June / 91' . . .
If your'e reading this John, I can only hope I do justice by describing what transpired, to your mystic abilities. Truly, you are one gifted Brother-soul who opened my eyes to so much! You encouraged us to study all the bibles of the world in a - 'if you want to help you must understand a lot' - sense. Not to preach, but to understand . . . I never to that day had any desire to even hold a Christian, or any other bible in my hands . . . but I was nice :)

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Where to start? I loved it all! but my favorite was John's guided meditations, that's where I felt and saw with my minds eye things which were 'fortold'/came true in-time.

"Meeting your guides" was the most profound. . . Seated in a large circle with eyes closed. The instant I closed my eyes my heart began pounding so loud (literally "loud") its sound was beating in my head!

Standing on our left side we were to see our "Healer" guide. And, heck if I wasn't surprised to see, tho very faint-subtle, an image of a woman in a navy blue dress "And she wanted to touch me."
( 2 years later, because I heeded the from-the-subtle-realm orders to become a healer, in 93' I began practicing hands-on healing with Teacher whose fav. color to wear was - in her words - " navy blue" which she often wore.)

Standing in front of us we were to see a guide (I don't recall for what 'purpose' guide. Something about "Future?") . . . And, there she was after a moment of waiting. Red - tress woman in spring-green color dress with a "Design of colorful patterns on the chest area" with streached towards me arms & 'palms up'".
("Expect growth, the design is colorful . . . ")

On the right we were to see our "Scholar" guide. . . Bald, and wearing toga - stern looking man.
(Indicating, "Study ancient texts")

Behind me we were to see . . . I have no recollection who exactly, but that was the one I struggled with. Still I knew it was a man and saw a bit of his "White sleeve".

I was lousy at practicing "Psyching readings" on fellow students thinking "I'll just make something up! I can't do this."
And I sure didn't plan or expected anything to happen then, but it did! Towards the end of that meditation I was so overcome with the Love which I literally felt all around me, that I wept . . . People still siting in silence eyes closed and there was I rumminging in my purse for a tissue and my lipstic fell out! Racket itme!
Maybe that's why John asked me to share what I experienced. By then I didn't care if John or anyone else hears about my oh-so-wonderful psychic soul experiences, because what was revealed to me was already 'sanctified' by me.

More to follow . . .

She Who Has No Name

Wind whispering Truth through the ages (Holy Spirit)
Thistle tall and proud
Looking without seeing
Defending without knowing
Proud suffering, chocked with fear

Come hither, come hither, come hither
And Know . . .
Sky studded with Diamonds
Come and See the Sun's Glory (Vision of God-Light)

Heart and mire
Thistle and Fire
Feet still . . . listening, knowing
Arms reaching, holding, becoming
Wind  whispering Truth through the ages
She Who Has No Name Beheld a Sea of Heather

Until one directly Sees "Truth" (Self realization),  one can be tempted to assert all sorts of half-baked truths, and defend it mightily against anything that threatens its existence.

American psychologist/philosopher/writer Ken Wilber, described in his
9 Basic Structures of Consciousness model, what  each developmental stage 'looks' like. I am mostly - but not entirely - paraphrasing the gist of each stage. 
 I will skip the lower and jump to the 5th:
The "Who am I?" question is placed in the 5th--the Formal-Reflexive mind--"which judges actions according to what is appropriate."

And, if the psychological growth continues in a healthy fashion, one enters the 6th, Existential Body-Mind Integration--called "higher mind" in Buddhism-- and, "if psychological growth continues people can develop a highly integrated self".

At the 7th, Psychic / Soul stage one starts to "intuit transcendental Soul." & 'Ones identity continues to expand beyond the separate body-mind into the wider spiritual dimensions of existence'.

At the 8th, the Subtle Soul stage (without "pathology")--the Path of Saints--
"The outer world starts to look divine, the inner world starts to look divine." & "Consciousness itself starts to becomes luminous, light-filled."
"At this level you start to commune with Divinity or Spirit."

At the 9th, the Causal / Spirit stage,  "the process is complete, the Soul dissolves in its Source." " At this stage people seem very ordinary."

Soul Speak on Mom's Passing

When we got the word she was dying, first Krzysztof flew to see her. After his return a couple of days later, my two other brothers went together to be with her. Extremely difficult time . . . I couldn't fly out bec. of financial concerns. (ex) Husband's folks could have lend us the money, but I'm not into begging.

Few days before her passing I was awakened by her agonizing cry for me . Calling my name - the one she called my all my life (not helen) . Instantly I glanced at the radio clock, but it was pitch black. "Power must be out bec. it was raining and thundering when I went to bed."
With all my concentration I kept myself from falling apart. I knew I must not fall apart! And for the longest time I spoke to her as if I was next to her. Reminding her about God's love . . . Telling her how much she means to me etc etc etc . Lost track of time . Next time I glanced at the clock I realized the power was never out! (Soul-to-Soul meeting)

Mother was buried while bros' were still there. Couple of days later returned to Canada. Three, or four days after her burial I was awakened by a piercing bright point of light which kept getting larger and larger. . . During its 'growing' time with awe I kept chanting (in mother tongue) "Blessed Mary, Blessed Mary" . . . Was fully bliss-bathed in the bright Light when suddenly I heard behind me Mom's voice softly say my name.

First thing in the morning, (first) I called my Catholic sister T. in Poland (who lives there) with desire to share this blessed event. . .she listened then summed it up, "That was a dream!". End of discussion.
Next, I called my brother W. -- he said "I was wondering if she would give me a sign, but I guess bec. you were not there she came to you."
Two other bros' were more than glad to hear all about it.