A very enlightened meditation experience
I'm <an enlightened visitor>, a poet, writer and secretary. I guess as such, in a way, I have been unofficially meditating for years. Just recently I have gotten interested in trying meditation in a slightly more concentrated manner.
There is a group here on campus with which I have meditated several times, but while extremely pleasant, nothing much happened (except I made some lovely friends) :-). Anyway, last night I tried it on my own in a yoga deep breathing position. This was the result. I was wondering if you had ever heard any stories like this before. I am enjoying your page thoroughly and have only gotten through a small part of it. Thanks for listening and nice to meet you.
P. S. I plan on keeping a record of each evening's meditation. I don't know why, but it seems like a good idea at the moment.
MEDITATION #1
There is a man sitting in an armchair with a pipe. The smoke goes up and up and then in smoker's circles. Suddenly Christ is sitting cross-legged with his knees touching my cross-legged knees. He passes his crown of thorns to my head and then takes it back (I think) then puts it on my head again. This goes on several times.
Then for a few minutes he turns into an Indian chief with a pipe then the Indian disappears and I am standing looking at Christ in a place that is no longer my living room. I don't notice anything around me. I don't seem to be interested in what's around me, as I don't notice anything but him at this time. He looks like a pretty typical artist's rendition of Christ at this point. He has a white gown with I think a blue tie.
I bring him flowers I pick having finally noticed them I guess, and I want him to hug me and hold me which he does. Somehow suddenly I am eight years old again. I have braids and a black and white satin dress with red embroidery, white anklets and black patent leather shoes and he is pure gold. I don't want to leave him, but he puts me into the back of a pure gold coach driven by a very odd coach driver with a suit (tuxedo?) gray and a gray top hat with a gray ribbon above the brim.
The horses pulling the carriage are gorgeous. I think I am like Cinderella. The coach gets further and further away from him and I am waving. Then I decide I don't want to leave him and climb out of the coach and chase after him bringing him flowers again. This time he holds me and puts me back in the back of the stagecoach. As he walks away, the flower petals fall out like a trail from his hand to me.
Then suddenly the flowers somehow meld together and become a beautiful rainbow scarf. I hold onto that scarf with all my power as he walks away and it gets longer and longer as he moves away. Then I start pulling on the scarf trying to pull him toward me. The stagecoach driver ties my end of the scarf to the steering wheel so that Christ can't escape.
The part of the scarf I hold is now coiled like a snake in the back of the stagecoach. Then, the scarf seems to be able to get no longer and Christ falls to the ground and the coach is dragging him. I seem to realize (even though only eight) that I am going to kill Christ if I don't stop trying to hold onto him. I fight the coach driver to untie the scarf and then I throw the coils of scarf out of the coach so that Christ can leave.
This takes a long time and a lot of energy and I am very, very tired. Finally it is finished. Christ leaves me with a rainbow striped ring that has formed from the scarf. Somewhere during this time this coach has driven through the cosmos showing me for a brief moment some of the stars and Saturn. I am in the rings of Saturn and they are made up of millions of twinkly stars like gold glitter. After I have finally let go of Christ the coach driver and I go through a dark tunnel.
The streets are made of cobblestone. I am still looking backward to Christ, but there is nothing but blackness behind me. There is nothing but blackness before the coach either, but suddenly I am in an old-fashioned bonnet and dress and the coach is an ordinary one like you may have found in England at the time of Jack-the-Ripper. That's it.
Thank you for that great story. It's been years since I've taken the time to visit that realm of consciousness but this experience brings back memories of that time.
To our readers out there. Send in your meditation experiences.
Send to: Pete Jefferson