The Vessel use to think the imaginary conversations in his head was just daydreaming. He has come to learn we have created sacred spaces to talk, to alter timeline, to change his perception of reality….an example of one of our ongoing conversation when I am playing the role of the Teacher.
The space we have created is formless until a particular subject arises from one of us and the landscape takes the shape it needs to so a lesson can be taught or ancient magic can be performed. I am taking on the role of the Teacher.
“You sit in shadows. The only light seems to come from my body.”
“It’s a good thing. I don’t like dark rooms myself,” said the Teacher. “Besides, The hair is a mess. It is rooted in a lot of places at the moment or is that my feet. Hair and feet are the same thing with me. So what has your face contorting?”
“There are faces appearing in my sleep. Some are human. Some are alien. Some are reptilian. Some are insectoid. Some are just a mass of tentacles. What have I called to many.”
“Sleeper, awake!”
The Vessel said to the Teacher. “Okay some of these faces aren’t exactly making me want to dance for a joy. Hairs are standing on my back and I don’t have hair on my back. And they don’t say anything just stare.”
“Listen with your mind. Your mouth is not the only way to communicate.”
“Easy for you to say, you got this down pretty good.”
“Ah, and when I was a fictional character you road me every direction into all types of situation without batting an eye or fearing the journey. So, now that you know I brought light through the characters you create; this is just another phase of the journey. We have created a sacred space to communicate and when we are done with the work it will merge with your reality.”
“Who are these faces.”
“Some are you in your many forms that you have invited on your journey through light and darkness. Some are here to have the human experience through you. Some are from the bloodline who are awakening. And one especially, you are wearing his mind.”
“A new pair of shoes would be better; even a leather coat.”
“Your mind is not yours. You have a reptilian mind and are living its stories.”
I don’t want to living a reptilian story. I want my own story, my own mind. I feel like I am already drowning in a dark chaotic sea; or wandering through hallways with doors to rooms and there is no exit sign.”
“You are wearing the mind of the reptilian.”
“I would like to know that my thoughts are my own. I’d like to know I’m not a captive and that I have free will. I think creating my story gives me the spark, the impetus; but living someone else’s story even if it is about healing and moving onto my own thing, it just makes me feel like I am carrying all this baggage on my shoulder.”
The Teacher smiled and said nothing. The room about them began to vibrate and lost its form and they both were standing a chessboard that seems to hover in a place that had the game board surrounded by swirling clouds. The Teacher was no longer in human form but the sign of the Ankh and spoke in his mind.
The Ankh hovered over the game board. The Vessel is at his side. “Look at this game board. This is another version of reality that you inhabit. Each square on this board hides beneath it, planetary influences, the madness of a creator god, the manipulating parasites of the Archons, and the signs and symbols that bind myth and patterns to keep the Soul bound in the furnaces of time.
The Vessel who was now luminous asked, “What is beyond the game board? All I see is clouds spiraling about in a chaotic matter.”
The Ankh shape shifted back into the form of The Teacher and smiled and with a wave of his staff the clouds parted revealing a sky full of winged creatures. “Beyond these clouds, there are the dragons.”
“The story I believed in, kept me focus on boundaries. But there are no boundaries but I was taught there should be or you will have no focus, go crazy and be wandering around the street talking out of your head, and you have to have linear thinking to make it in this world. The world doesn’t want artist.”
“Artist are the visionaries. Artists create new pathways. Artists look into the Unknown and let the Unknown look and speak through them. Artists are the gatekeepers. Artists are the explorers of the unconscious.”
“Sometimes I’ve been afraid of my art; afraid of friends reaction, afraid I didn’t get the message and bottom line, that it really doesn’t amount to cat shit.”
“You still want that approval. Why are you afraid of being your own authority?”
“It always felt like someone had to give approval. What if I’m wrong?”
“And what if you’re not? It is about imagination. I am from your imagination and you gave me existence; and I am all over the place. And I tell you, when you understand the being you truly are, you have no limitations.”
Sometimes my friends get annoyed when I’m not talking with them in a linear fashion; everything should be linear but sometimes I am pulling stuff from many directions and too me it is flowing. I have lived in fear because I always wanted someone to explain how it is supposed to be and not how real it is; because then the grounding, the parenting, the religions have no meaning and I realize I am in a web; and I fear what comes to devour me.”
“Your relationships have isolated you from your own authority. You have given them the rule of your spirit and so you live in the rooms in the house that opinions, judgments and religions have built for you. You must decide what is for you and not based on the desires of others; nor the rules of others; because those with limited perception walk through times like the living dead. Even teachers want to be the authority of your mind. They should only be guides and with teachings, you must learn to make your own wings to fly.
“Every where I turn, someone wants to adjust me. Then I start to wonder is this the right face for the world. But I know there is another face lurking in the shadows, screaming to come out, screaming to not be bound by definition; screaming to say this is me, ‘fucking deal with it.’ But, you must fit into the hours. Hours are just another way to fragment your self I think. It’s like I must do this within a certain timeframe or I have not accomplished something and then I’m labeled a failure. Then you get frustrated because you are on this rollercoaster ride through hours and there never seems to be enough hours in a day to complete the task. And the hours start to master your perception; and the flow is damned and all of sudden the frustration is building and the anger is seething and then anger realizes itself in a violent act whether it is inflicted on yourself or others. I do not want to be a man made only by hours. I want to rearrange the sequences of my life,” said The Vehicle.
“Be aware of anyone who confirms authority. Question everything, even me. So many blind lead the blind and reality has become a labyrinth.”
The Vessel thought for a moment. “Just like there are twenty four planets. And we are bound on the wheel of the twelve planets but it is the planets that are beyond this time based reality that these planets are duplicated from. So we are being affected by these shadow planets. So time is really a puppet master. So when do we stop dancing in its dramas when most people would rather pass the responsibility.”
Teacher smiled. “You are responsible for you. Change your perception; it affects your environment and those who are within the wave of your influence. Everything that comes across your path is a teaching experience. Don’t deny it, don’t fight it, just accept it is. You are what you fear, you are what you deny, you are the enemy. You are time and its master.”
“So then, I should not work within the boundaries of this game board,” replied the The Vessel.
“Is the puppet master the cause and effect of your life? Slay the teacher you meet on the road! Authority cannot be conveyed from an external figure or doctrine.”
“What will my authentic face look like?”
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