Earth-Bound
Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:43 am
Original post: Arayus
At some point a few short years ago I reached the zenith of my power in a deep oceanic cave, face to face with multiple soul herders waging a plan for war and seeking my essence to be their slave (or perhaps co-conspiritor). When I refused them clearly after all the threats and posturing, I was finding myself at ease in the astral places. Until I was forced into a desert, much like I was forced into the cave earlier.
This time instead I found myself at peace; in a small indoor garden in a small farm in a sun-soaked dusty plain. The presence that brought me here was not concerned with tricks and blood and slaves; rather the plants of the garden and all the souls that might be sustained by the fruit borne within. My instructions were clear, and I felt sure that my purpose was to tend these plants in the harsh environment because it was a purpose and a path I had willingly set out upon lifetimes ago. I was at bliss, somehow everything had come together perfectly and some form of transcendance must be near! All I needed was some final instruction, some goal that I could work toward, some reason to travel to the core and beyond -- but the booming unseen voice said only "Wait, and Be Prepared."
And so I wait. And now some years later I am confident that I have not been able to travel further from my body than down the hallway. I have had no problems channeling or transferring energy, or healing, or even influencing people and events with the exception of a period of extended sickness that was caused by very obvious physical factors.
But now I am still young and in good health and the only part of me that feels old is my soul, and it is only stronger for it. Why after lifetimes of seemingly effortless astral travel at will have I been anchored so? I have improved my diet and excercise and education of all matters and every ability grows as I would expect -- but my soul is stuck.
Has anyone else ever been grounded like this or have any insight or personal experience that would shed light on this mystery or path that I seem to be on? News from the other places has been cut off for me. I fear this war I was sought for could be disrupting my normal routes of travel, but I have no information about it or what the possible consequences could be. It is highly logical that I am my own only obstacle somehow, but I am curious if anyone else has/ or had the sense of being "cut-off" or "bound."
At some point a few short years ago I reached the zenith of my power in a deep oceanic cave, face to face with multiple soul herders waging a plan for war and seeking my essence to be their slave (or perhaps co-conspiritor). When I refused them clearly after all the threats and posturing, I was finding myself at ease in the astral places. Until I was forced into a desert, much like I was forced into the cave earlier.
This time instead I found myself at peace; in a small indoor garden in a small farm in a sun-soaked dusty plain. The presence that brought me here was not concerned with tricks and blood and slaves; rather the plants of the garden and all the souls that might be sustained by the fruit borne within. My instructions were clear, and I felt sure that my purpose was to tend these plants in the harsh environment because it was a purpose and a path I had willingly set out upon lifetimes ago. I was at bliss, somehow everything had come together perfectly and some form of transcendance must be near! All I needed was some final instruction, some goal that I could work toward, some reason to travel to the core and beyond -- but the booming unseen voice said only "Wait, and Be Prepared."
And so I wait. And now some years later I am confident that I have not been able to travel further from my body than down the hallway. I have had no problems channeling or transferring energy, or healing, or even influencing people and events with the exception of a period of extended sickness that was caused by very obvious physical factors.
But now I am still young and in good health and the only part of me that feels old is my soul, and it is only stronger for it. Why after lifetimes of seemingly effortless astral travel at will have I been anchored so? I have improved my diet and excercise and education of all matters and every ability grows as I would expect -- but my soul is stuck.
Has anyone else ever been grounded like this or have any insight or personal experience that would shed light on this mystery or path that I seem to be on? News from the other places has been cut off for me. I fear this war I was sought for could be disrupting my normal routes of travel, but I have no information about it or what the possible consequences could be. It is highly logical that I am my own only obstacle somehow, but I am curious if anyone else has/ or had the sense of being "cut-off" or "bound."