Poll – Can I Have Your Opinion?

I’m taking a poll because this blog has at last reached the point where I either go for broke or start to seriously filter content. Meridjet is definitely stepping up the activity level, and it’s very clearly going to include a lot of astral level interaction. While I got used to this sort of thing years ago, it can be shockingly hard to take at first. Most people visualize the astral plane as some amorphous gray zone wherein bodiless spirits whoosh around, or alternately, as a carbon copy of this world. In my experience, it is both, and neither. From what Meridjet has shown me, astral is an infinite (or close enough that it makes no difference) number of subtle realities, each overlapping the other without any stress or confusion. The gray space is the “between” space (and none of it is space any more than this world is space – it’s just a matter of perception) through which one travels while moving from one reality to another. It’s the space between Stargates, in a way, from the old TV show/movie; they showed stars passing at warp speed because no one wanted to show you the nothingness between stepping into one gate and out of another, experienced as instantaneous yet clearly not conceivable as such.

What I learned, early on, is that what I thought was a shared fantasy, a construct like in The Matrix (only way back before The Matrix supplied the terminology), was in fact actual astral interaction. The first difference I found between traditional daydreaming and real interaction was the element of surprise – in my teens I used to fantasize at length, and nothing was ever surprising because I had complete control over every element. In astral interaction, I don’t have that control. I can control myself, but not him, and not anyone else we encounter either. What I can do (and still have trouble understanding) is pause, rewind, or skip ahead, like selecting scenes on a DVD but not aware of the activity til I experience it. Rewinding doesn’t allow new action, only a review of things as they occurred the first time.

Astral realities are tangible to the beings interacting there. Sometimes those beings are residents, and sometimes they are visitors. Some of the residents don’t seem to recognize any such thing as visitors, the way that people here don’t recognize the reality of ghosts (only the residents of astral typically see visitors just fine; they just consider them to be other residents). The realities themselves differ a lot or a little, depending on which reality you are visiting. Some people visit very different realities that I may have trouble allowing past my skeptical defense mechanism, and some people will find my reality difficult to get past theirs. I have experienced some things that I find difficult to discuss because I fully recognize how insane they sound – things like astral pregnancy and childbirth. Someone I’ve known for years once said, “I have no problem with astral children, but when you start talking about changing astral diapers, I lose the ability to take it seriously.” Fair enough. But to me, almost everything about my children is normal.

I’ve always struggled with doubt, and I think that an inner doubter is a healthy thing – it helps us keep our feet on the ground and keeps our imaginations in check. I’ve been presented with various levels of evidence, some in the form of independent verification and some in the form of more (and less) concrete validation, but in time even the strongest evidence wanes as doubt again waxes. It’s normal. I try to strike a balance between skepticism and faith or trust (I trust him, but not always myself), so that I’m not automatically dismissing things I experience but neither am I automatically crediting them without analysis. I tend to overthink things, such as the time that Meridjet presented me with a dozen roses in the guise of a flower vendor who just randomly decided to walk out of his store, out to my car parked on the street, and offer me free roses. I was in my car waiting to meet my brother, and this guy came out of his store and got me, brought me in and bade me select the color I wanted. Meridjet is dancing gleefully around saying, “These are from me!” and I was looking so hard for a rational explanation that it was a couple of weeks before I allowed my skepticism to relax to even entertain the idea that he might really have caused it. Things like that, the big things, I tend to stare with my mouth open thinking, “No way he’s doing this,” and the small things seem to penetrate my defenses much faster. Weird, I know.

In any case, if I start posting here about the “over there” activity, it will include my children and who knows how much other ridiculous sounding crap. It will start, though, with the first ever observance of Valentine’s Day for his majesty, who typically resents being told when to give gifts and truly hates being told what gifts are appropriate to buy. He has a long tradition of disappearing altogether on Valentine’s Day and many other holidays. He warmed up to Christmas/Yule when our son was born four years ago, and since then there’s been a gradual thaw. This past Saturday night, he succeeded in creating the most romantic date in my memory – something I’d never have expected from him on this holiday. I’m still so moved that I’m dying to post about it. I’m also drawing a picture.

So, here’s the poll. Be honest, please. If you can’t credit the idea of this type of lifestyle, even a little bit, tell me.

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