So after about a year of fully re-integrating back into society, Kairon felt as if he was ready to "give it a go, once more." This experience recently happened back in the 30th of May, and it can very well be one of the greatest ZOOMDOUT Trip Reports, ever. So here it is, Teachings From Hyperspace · Part Four · Encore.
Teachings From Hyperspace
Part Four · Encore
I see the state of the earth—the state of mankind. It is horribly dark. I see people being executed, shot through their head. I feel the demonic rage of some people. How can it be that I'm from the same race? They are fellow humans, yet their rage and darkness is beyond recognition.
I sense a demonic presence acting through these people. A type of spiritual intelligence which is using their darkness, their fear, their lack of consciousness and fear of the Light to influence them. It is horrible, but what can I do? I search for help. In the ritual we are all meditating. Approximately 150 people meditating in Hyperspace. But we are not alone. There is a presence—an intelligence—a group of loving entities. They sense my horror and help me to counter the darkness. “Love and Light,” is their mantra. Realize that reality is now. When you change your state of mind, you change your present reality. Face the horror, but do not allow yourself to be sucked in. Radiate Love and Light. These are not just words, it is a form of direct communication and transmission. It is an experience. Light is flowing through my body. So much Light that I have a hard time opening up to this amount of loving kindness.
I am witnessing the spiritual battle of humanity. Darkness versus Light. I breathe and attempt to open up a little bit more. The Light encounters blockages in my body and gently flows along and through the blockages, like a river with a sudden increased water flow, moving the rocks that block the stream. Images start to pour out of the depths. I am tuned in to this other reality. The physical reality that is so dominating in our normal state of mind has faded to the background. I'm now in a place of amorphous colored shapes, liquid like water, radiant like light. It is some sort of dayglo lava, dancing to the sound of silence. But the liquid colors are not inanimate. There is an intelligence behind the colors, using it as a medium to get in touch with my consciousness. Plain language is not able to embrace this experience. It is the presence of an Other, but it isn’t “alien.”
On the contrary, there is this strange contradiction of meeting an alien presence that feels very familiar. This intelligence is an old companion, and not just my companion, but a companion of humanity in its entirety. The force of the presence is immense. This is the Other. These are what our ancestors called the Gods. It is Light, loving, radiating. I start to wonder if this is the only presence in Hyperspace. Immediately another presence arrives. Dark and evil. Hard shelled, cold. I affirm my concentration in the Light. The darkness fades to the background. Again, there is this Other. Images tumble. I realize that the images I create in my brain are derivatives of the actual experience. I see alien faces with large eyes, beings that are half animal, half human, like the Egyptian Gods. Yet, these images are not what I actually perceive. I experience a being that is beyond these images. The actual being hides behind these images, like a child playing hide and seek behind a tree; not because it doesn’t want to be seen, it actually shows itself. But my mind can’t wrap itself around it as it is beyond words and images.
I meet a Chinese Taoist Master. I assume he has once been human, but resides in Hyperspace now. He suddenly appears with this extreme focused consciousness. He shows me the eight Trigrams of the Yì Jīng around the Tai Ji Tu (yin-yang) symbol. He shows me this consciousness of harmony, of reality as an undivided whole, experiences radiating out of this oneness like reflections of light in a crystal. His presence increases my alertness due to his extreme radiance of discipline. It's almost scary to meet someone with this level of discipline, yet balanced with peace and calmness. He starts to show me reality as a manifestation of the core energies represented by the Eight Trigrams. I see Wood moving through reality, interacting with Fire and Water. I perceive the interconnectedness of the human body and the universe, boiled down to this multicolored reflection of basic patterns at different levels, like a huge fractal of meaning and resonance.
I enter the place of Creation. This is where it is happening. This is the center of the black hole, the center of the center, the navel of existence. It is a breathtaking presence of possibilities, reflecting itself. It makes me think of two mirrors reflecting each other. This is the Hall of Mirrors. Every thought, every movement, gets reflected a thousand times, creating images, meaning, movement. This is where the magicians reside, this is where the Creators dwell. This is what our ancestors perceived when they said that the Gods created all there is. This place is very silent. It is only through silent concentration that I can remain in this place. Every thought—every movement—immediately begins to generate reflections and thus, creation. Sparks of light are broken down into a thousandfold reflection of manifestation. I just stay still, submerged in wonder and awe. I have been here before, but seem to forget the experience over and over again.
The Others begin to teach me about the nature of time. Somehow it is more about the remembering of a forgotten lesson that has been taught to me numerous times, but this lesson has been forgotten again and again. I remember being trapped in time. Time would run backwards during other rituals. I talked to an old friend of mine about the horrific fear of being trapped in a loop in time. I remember looking at my watch and realizing that it is earlier than a moment ago. Impossible, I know, but this is when the impossible happens. I am dislocated out of the normal stream of time. There is this feeling of eternity. I existed outside of the biological realm of evolving processes. Here, everything is present, simultaneous. This timeless realm is a place of power, because the biological entity we inhabit during normal 21st century waking consciousness is firmly anchored in our calendar. But calendars are worthless here. Time is consciousness. Time is shaped by consciousness. Time is the clay, and consciousness the potter. There is this latent fear of the memory of getting trapped in a loop, a side circuitry, a bug in the coding of time, a maze with no exit. But it is just a memory of an old experience of this realm of timelessness. I know I trust my body and consciousness to be plugged in our cultural sanctioned perception of time as this steady flow from back to front, without ever changing direction. I start relaxing in the deep realization that this is nothing more than a cultural model, accepted by our 21st century waking consciousness but no more real than the middle-aged model of a flat earth as the center of the universe.
DNA is code. I perceive these long strings of the 4-bit DNA code. I see a crab, his shell, his long legs. Then I see his code, the DNA sequence that creates this biological structure. It is information manifesting itself. It is a very basic insight; this happens all the time in every living being. With this realization the questions start popping up. If DNA is code, then who is the coder? How did this information get stored into this biological hard disk? There seems to be a type of nano-technology RAM storage inside every cell. If DNA is code, then what does that make the genetic engineers tampering with GMOs? These scientists are re-engineering the code, but what type of effects will this re-engineered code have on humanity and the eco-system? The days after the ritual, I look at people and 'see' their running DNA code—processing, creating.
I realize the Others have been companions of mankind since long ago. I see how they interfere with mankind, whispering insights into their hearts, stimulating inventions, actions, revolutions, war. It depends on their level of development if they bring light or darkness to the earth.
In addition to their teaching of 'just radiate love and light' as a means of handling the current state of our planet, the Others begin showing me symbols like the “Flower of Life.” I see the circles, but they are not static. The images are alive, resonating circles, interacting, with ever deeper levels of detail. They tell me that we need to reconstruct the world, after the radiation of love and light, according to the flower of life. They show me how to construct a business according to this structure, going back to ideas and insights about this possibility I had years earlier. They keep assuring me that the idea is good and that the world needs structures like these, especially in organizations.
The Others show me the substantia nigra (meaning 'black substance'), a small structure in the brain that appears darker due to high levels of melanin. Their teaching involves a friend of mine. They explain that he has a tendency to “get lost” in this small part of the brain, and that this part of the brain parallels the connection of our soul to our inner shadows. The substantia nigra is, according to them, a “receiver” of a darker frequency in our reality.
I see large groups of people that just left to Hyperspace. I get the idea that during the sixties large groups of people just took off and stayed there. Maybe people did this before, but I just see this happening in the last decennia. These are the people that simply got “lost”, no one knowing where they went. But somehow they managed to transcend this physical reality and just fade over into Hyperspace. In my normal state of consciousness this idea simply seems too far-fetched, during the ritual I was amazed as well but I just saw them leaving off and realized that this was what they actually did.
I ponder my sense of identity, incorporating the visions I had about a previous life during the middle ages. Somehow these visions give me a 500-year-old-identity; which is difficult to wrap my mind around. I guess I realize how alienated I am from big parts of my 21st century European culture, by incorporating this 500-year-old-identity.