The First Time |
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The First Time …Sex. I knew that would get your attention, but now that I have it, I must offer my regrets, as my story is not about sex, but that of a most remarkable adventure. Wait! Don’t go--let me ask you a quick question? I can see you pursing your lips in frustration, but in curiosity you relent. That’s great--here’s the question. Would you consider yourself open-minded? Well, of course you do, that’s why you agreed to hear me out. So, consider this. What if there ‘were no accidents’? Is it possible that perchance your eyes were meant to peruse these words today? Like the time you didn’t feel like going out with friends, but ended up meeting and marrying the man of your dreams, or the time you opted out of lunch with work mates only to find yourself browsing an old bookstore and finding the book you had given up all hope of finding. Makes you wonder--doesn’t it? So, I invite you to read on, who knows, you just might find something here that tickles your soul, or at very least entertains your curiosity. **************** They said anyone could do it. I, of course, had my doubts. I assumed that channeling was exclusive to the chosen few, the gifted, those belonging to the private club. Never, ever, did I think it was for the curious and inexperienced, like me? Lee Carrol describes channeling as “the word of Spirit (or God) as given to a human or humans for their enlightenment and information.” (Lee Carrol, in ‘A New Dispensation, Plain Talk for Confusing Times’, Kryon - Book Ten). Recorded history tells us of many who have channeled. The most famous, of course, was Edgar Cayce, known as ‘The Sleeping Prophet’. Today there are over 14,000 of his readings on file at the Cayce Foundation--the Association of Research and Enlightenment in Virginia Beach. ‘Channeling is a skill that can be learned,’ were the first words I read in ‘Opening to Channel’ by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer. The owner of the little store literally placed the soft paperback in my hand as she whispered, “This is the book you need.” Crinkling my brows, I wondered what she knew.Curious,I purchased the book. I hurried home with my new treasure and at once began to read. I shoved each word into my brain like food to a starving man, taking little time to taste its flavor. I read the background information and then studied the process. Before I knew it, the journey had begun. Focus and Concentration The formula seemed simple and uncomplicated. Learning to quiet the mind was something I did often in meditation, so swiftly I graduated to the next step. This involved enhancing one’s focus and concentration. Holding my favorite crystal, I directed all thoughts toward achieving a relaxed state. Attuning Next I would expand my skills at attuning to life force energy by getting to know the silky red petals of the Petunia plant I had recently purchased for my garden. I was learning to feel its life form and energy. I love to garden; but clearly, I had never established such an intimate bond with my flowers before. I half expected it to open up and hug me. Personal Trance Posture and Position Finally, I would learn to develop my personal trance posture and position. Without question, the most difficult step of all. This involved observing the stillness within, while experiencing and maintaining a sense of love and compassion--beyond the norm. Learning to feel centered, loving, balanced, and open, for the duration of the exercise. With practice, I felt I had passed the required tests that preceded each level and was excited to begin. The authors said that I would feel a great sense of compassion as my guide(s) joined with me and began to channel verbally--using my vocal cords. I prepared as instructed and attempted several times. Nothing happened. Not one to give up without a bloody good fight, I knew there had to be another way. I realized that either consciously or subconsciously I had decided that this mode of communication was not going to work for me – somehow I was blocking the process. Back to the drawing board, I went in search of a Plan B. There had to be a Plan B, there’s always a Plan B--right? Plan B--the tools to this alternate mode of communication were simple; all I needed was a sharp pencil and a blank piece of paper. I prepared as before, but this time I was armed with my trusty pencil resting lightly between my fingers. If the damn thing was going to move, it sure as heck wasn’t getting any help from me. Time stood still as I lingered quietly in this unfamiliar space. I seemed to be experiencing a heightened state of consciousness. Strange however, I could still feel the delicate, soft fur of my faithful canine companions as they slumbered peacefully by my side. Through my open window, I was aware of the angry chatter of squirrels as they went about the business of protecting their young, and I could smell the sweet fragrance of freshly cut grass from the park across the street. Contact. It was subtle at first, like fresh rain dancing on my skin. A warm tingling began in my upper arm and radiated lovingly down my fingertips. Without a doubt, I knew this encounter was genuine. That solitary and unbelievably magical moment, when one single grain of sand slipped unnoticed through the hour glass, will forever be edged in my mind. Ever so gently, I felt the pencil right itself in my hand. It was like something was seeing and feeling the world with me. Soon the energies grew in intensity and my hand began to shake uncontrollably, but with that, the pencil began to move. It took off like a shopper on bargain day at the supermarket. My hand moved erratically across the paper as it dragged the pencil along, creating lines and circles. A euphoric smile broke free on my face and through closed eyes, tears ran tenderly down my flushed cheeks. In the stillness I sat in wonder. I had made contact, but with who or what? Incredible feelings coursed through me as I opened my eyes and looked at the paper. The little drawing resembled an old map of the world. The lines were soft, yet glowed with love. I grinned as I hid my secret away in a drawer. I tried the same process again a few days later and to my great joy and with ease, I experienced the same sensations; but this time the energies seemed even more passionate. With more control and purpose, bigger and bolder strokes appeared. It seemed the energies were melding with mine -- we were learning to work together. I made a point of finding time daily to make the connection with what I felt was a spirit friend. In short time, the lines transformed themselves into written words and I was given a name. In plain language I learned that I was communicating with an individual energy that was part of a larger group or vibration. Within a month I was guided to use my ‘writing machine’, and the words came easily, filling pages and pages of typewritten notes. I have to confess, at first my ego reared its ugly head and tried to convince me that I had been chosen for greatness. Thankfully, I was reminded that every single one of us is meant for greatness--we merely have to re-member who we are and why we have come. I have recognized that I was not ‘chosen,’ but that I chose to make this happen. I am still trying to understand what purpose this all serves for me. The words are sometimes new, but often times a gentle reminder of my life purpose. I believe we ALL have access to this sacred place--we simply have to make the choice and ultimately the effort, to create the link. To learn more, please visit: Orin & DaBen @ www.orindaben.com or The Kryon Website @ www.kryon.org References1. Carroll, Lee; Kryon, Don’t Think Like A Human. Book II. The Kryon Writings, Inc. PMB 422 1155 Camino Del Mar; Del Mar California 92014 2. Carroll, Lee; Kryon, A New Dispensation Book Ten. The Kryon Writings, Inc. PMB 422 1155 Camino Del Mar; Del Mar California 92014 3. Carroll, Lee; Kryon, Partnering with God. Book VI. The Kryon |