the uses of imagination

The psyche consists essentially of images. It is a series of images in the truest sense, not an accidental juxtaposition or sequence, but a structure that is throughout full of meaning and purpose; it is a ‘picturing’ of vital activities.  

CG Jung

Last year, towards the end of a 10 day meditation retreat with a well known teacher, I sat the Yaza.  The Yaza is an all night sit – from 10pm to 6am the next morning.  The intrepid leader leads the small group through a sequence of traditional sitting and walking meditation, maybe a break for snacks, and the always entertaining yaza march – in which all the yogis line up and march military style around the neighborhood.

Somewhere around 4am, after the march, I was sitting and was visited by an Angel.

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worlds on worlds in worlds

Reality on top of reality….

I took this photo two weekends ago on a photo trip to Alabama Hills, here in southern california.  I was playing around with multiple exposures and my camera settings and ended up with this.  I love it’s dreamy quality, and ethereal-ness.  Sometimes when I see, hear, or read about things I’ll have a little zip in my energy, like all the right notes coming together to make a chord, that tells me that there is a truthiness to a thing.  This photo was like that.

My meditation sessions have begun to grow more bizarre and visual – and it’s also been intersecting with my dream life.  For a very long time I wasn’t doing that great at remembering my dreams upon waking, but lately they’ve been very real.  Bizarre, and not profound necessarily, but very visual and real.

My meditation has been likewise – I’m not necessarily having stereoscopic hyperreal imagery as if I was in a movie.  It’s more like the sense of the imagery, of the knowing that it’s there, with periodic splashes of a real visual sense of seeing.

That might make much sense – but what I see and sense is like this photo above.  Worlds laid on top of of worlds, reality on top of reality.  This is more of a sense of thing, a sense of what’s real.

In the past few weeks, despite lots going on in my regular life  (crazy work, trying to buy a house etc), when I’ve managed to sit down it’s been intense and highly concentrated fairly quickly.  This is surprising to me because I feel so scattered off the cushion.  It’s so interesting how consciousness doesn’t give a f* about what’s happening in your boring old life – no matter how UNboring you might think it is.

In that state, and then off the cushion I’ve been feeling a deep sense of what I can only describe as wobbliness.  Similar to the flicker I felt on my retreat, but instead of all of awareness flickering, it’s more just a weird feeling of wheeeeewhaaaaing and instability.  It’s a sense of pressing up tightly against the side of a bubble of reality, and trying to figure out what’s on the other side.

It sounds totally nutty, but yesterday I was walking around all day after meditation with this knowing that there was another whole world just on the other side of some indiscernible energetic barrier.  I know, it’s totally crazy.  In my defense though, it’s been a documented felt experience by other spiritual seekers, meditators, witches, shamen, magicians, monks, saints you name it.

So I did more research on these experiences and found a kinship with all sorts of other esoteric traditions.  And I feel less crazy now, but still slightly like Alice falling further and further down the rabbit hole.