I happened to come upon this image in May of this year, and immediately saved it to create a post. This image (on right) highly resonates with me because I’ve often seen a similar version of it while meditating in silence, stillness and darkness while lying in bed, before falling asleep.
The first time I saw this image, I felt as though I was in some kind of cave looking out into nothingness.
The differences between this image and the one I often see are 1) the opening of the cave is a dark, grayish blue color without the galaxy and stars, and somewhat foggy, and 2) the outer part of the cave is black; however, the shape of the opening is strangely so similar.
Note: Image on right found next to link => www.sodahead.com (thank you)
Whenever I focus on this similar image with my third eye while meditating (since my physical eyes are closed), I noticed that I’m able to zoom in closer to the opening as I relax more; however, when I start becoming fearful, I end up zooming out further automatically.
Sometimes, I feel as though I could just stretch out a little bit further and just take off flying out of the cave-like environment and Be free; however, that hasn’t happened yet.
There’s been quite a number of times where I (my awareness) would be right at the edge of the cave’s opening, but something kept stopping me from moving past that point.
Note: Image on left found next to link => photographicdesign.deviantart.com / Mysterious Blue Crystal Cave by PhotoGraphicdesign . (thank you)
I had a feeling that I still had some fears lingering due to several experiences that I had while looking at the opening of the cave; I had a quick glimpse of one to two moving shadow being(s), and I don’t think they were human.
I later wondered if this had to do with my fear of the unknown—of perhaps crossing into another dimension—since leaving the cave area meant venturing out to unfamiliar territory.
When it comes to fear, I’ve learned/remembered through past experiences, that within me is an aspect that is completely fearless (my true self/inner child/healed, transformed, integrated, and balanced soul), and an aspect that is quite fearful (my ego self/wounded inner-child/unhealed masculine energy/aspect of soul).
Note: Image on right found next to link => hdwyn.com (thank you)
Back in 2001, I had my first dream of flying that I recall. I included this dream in one of my older posts called, “Dreams of Jesus,” which is a series of dreams that I had that week, which my neighbor—whom I realized over a decade later was a mystic—informed me that they were spiritual dreams.
The following italicized section is part of the above post: Note: For my earlier posts, I wrote in the third person because that’s what I felt comfortable with at the time, and I trust Divinity within me that it was perfect for that time-frame. I’m Bobbie by the way.
It looked like the Grand Canyon. Bobbie was looking down at a cave. A voice whispered to Bobbie not to be afraid…to just trust and to know that she could fly into the cave. Bobbie felt the truth and believed that she could fly into the cave. She actually felt herself gracefully flying in the air and not being scared at all. She flew into the cave. She woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. It was more than a dream.
Note: Image on left found next to link => www.tovis.com (thank you)
Knowing the me that I know well—my fearful ego self/personality self—the dream would’ve more than likely turned out like this:
It looked like the Grand Canyon. Bobbie was looking down at a cave. A voice whispered to Bobbie not to be afraid…to just trust and to know that she could fly into the cave…
Bobbie asked while nervously chuckling, “Ok ok, let me get this straight…you want me—without any high-tech flight gear, flight experience, or magical wings—to fly to that cave wwway over there, where there’s about a 1000 plus feet drop in-between us, without being afraid? I’m sorry, who am I speaking to again? Jesus?? Rrreally? Hmmm. From Mexico or Nazareth? Ohhh. Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place! Give me a minute. Sorry Jesus, I love you, but I just can’t do it, and you can’t make me either because that’s not giving me free will, and that’s not being compassionate. Now, we can hang out up here all day, but I ain’t goin‘ down there by myself.”
Note: Image on right found next to link => www.kaibabjournal.com (thank you)
Looking back, I have a strong feeling that my true self/fearless soul was going through some refresher training course—like flight school on planet Earth.
In another dream, it was dark outside, and I recall feeling uneasy during certain moments as I was losing balance—at the beginning—while flying in the sitting position, as though I was a witch on a broomstick.
Upon waking up, I was like, “Huh, a possible witch in a past-life…interesting.” But I doubt the whole traveling on a broomstick story is true.
Note: Image on left found next to link => www.theguardian.com (thank you)
I mean, C’mon, where’s the seat cushion? Even bicycles have small, ass cushions. I’m pretty sure the witches back in the day weren’t like, “Yo bitches! I mean witches! Let’s hop on these hard-ass, wooden sticks and ride up to the moonlight like nobody’s business! Oh stop whining, you”ll get used to it! Just balance the broomstick in-between the lips of your vagina! It’s a freakin’ art damn it!”
Note: Image on right found next to link => peperonity.com (thank you)
Yet, in another dream, it was bright and white outside, and I recall feeling fearless as I flew straight upward at incredible speed toward a snow-covered mountain peak. It felt so real and refreshing.
I don’t even think I had to place my arms above my head, like Superman; I was just looking upward. When I woke up, I was like, “Who am I?”
One may think that the appropriate question might be “Who was I?”; however, I strongly sensed that whatever aspect of me that I dream of is part of my Multidimensional Self. I just sometimes wonder about the specifics.
Note: Image on left found next to link => seduceexboyfriendback.blogspot.com (thank you)
I now trust that that someone—whoever told me to fly without fear—was helping me to remember who I truly am, by reintroducing a skillset that I was already familiar with before this lifetime, but had forgotten about ever since I was born.
I sometimes wondered if that someone was Jesus, since this cave dream was within the same week where I had dreamt of Jesus on two different days.
However, I wasn’t quite sure, even after I had co-created the post, “The Dark Being and Jesus Within Me” 13 years after my experience of the first series of spiritual dreams.
It wasn’t until today that I realized that even in that post (just mentioned above), I had a dream where I was in a cave-like environment, and I saw—for the first time (not just sensed with feelings like in the post, “Dreams of Jesus”)—who I trust to be Jesus The Christ as well.
Note: Image on right found next to link => fineartamerica.com (thank you)
I used to wonder why I had so many drafts that seemed like they were just fermenting in a folder within my blog.
During the healing process of my low self-esteem, there were times where I wondered if the drafts were even worth publishing.
There were even times where I became overwhelmed and frustrated that I couldn’t seem to keep up with all writings, and even finish them.
Note: Image on left found next to link => vintika.net (thank you)
However, for several months now, as I learned/remembered to just go with the flow of Life, and live and just Be in every present Moment of Now with trust, I’ve noticed that in due time—or Divine perfect timing and order—I either extract pertinent information from old drafts into a working post that fits perfectly, or I go back to the old drafts after I gain further insights, and then publish them.
I gained further insight about the post, “Dreams of Jesus,” especially after revisiting the book, We, The Arcturians; and I included them in the unfinished post, “Insights from Post Dreams of Jesus.” I also gained further insight about the post, “The Dark Being and Jesus Within Me” while reading the book, The Emerald Tablets of Thoth: The Atlantean; but that will be in another post.
As much as I find myself being fascinated by these experiences, I’ve learned to trust that all the pieces of the MEGA puzzle with come together beautifully in Divine perfect timing and order.
Note: Image on left found next to link => rebloggy.com (thank you)
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I finished the reading/link below today, which reminded me of this old draft that I hadn’t published yet (this post). It also gave me a better understanding of why the theme cave is very meaningful in my life.
The following are mostly non-consecutive quotes from the reading, “The Magic of Caves“:
“The cave is dark. To enter it is to meet the jungian shadow side: our fears, the parts of ourselves we refuse to recognize in the light, the dark places of the soul […]”
Far away from the light of the sun and stars, far away from the daylight world of ‘ordinary’ life activity they came into the uncanny, unchanging darkness as a return to the source of things, to a place of power […]”
Second. death and rebirth are what cave magic most fundamentally addressed. What frightens us most about the dark is that we may die and in cave art, images of hunting and killing stand side by side with images of fertility and life […]”
The deep cave is the first ‘horn of plenty.’ it is the cosmic vagina which gives birth to all that lives […]”
Third, in coming to a place set apart where life and death meet, these early ancestors also came to a place “between the worlds.” The caves were very likely places for initiations and mystery ceremonies, whose exact nature we can barely imagine […]”
By entering the dark and risking what is there, the shaman gains knowledge and the power to heal […]”
Like water, we flow into low spaces and fill them. Like water, we are drawn gravitationally toward centers. So the cave is a kind of magnet. Whenever our focus is with images of depth and centering, caves are not far away.
In this respect, cave images are heart images. When I enter a cave, I go to the deep heart of the matter. It is a place of working from the center, a place of recovering wholeness, and a place of healing […]”
But the core of everything is the cave. It is the vessel in which my deepest journeys and profoundest transformations have occurred […]”
Like Cerridwen’s Cauldron, the cave as heart brings rebirth. When we go “in,” we come to a place of potentiality. In that place, the literalisms and rigidities of the daily round are released so that something new can form […]”
The path to the cave is an inward spiral,11 in which I concentrate within more and more focally rather than looking around to the horizon […]”
From high up, the eagle sees its prey as small and distant. It knows what happens afar and can scan in all directions. The movement up is a movement of transcendence which brings objectivity, inner distance, and knowing, free of affect. Heart-cave-knowing, on the other hand, pulls in. It is gut-knowing, womb-knowing. It is the knowledge of intimate merging rather than the knowledge of distanced sight […]”
To know from the heart, from the cave, is to know from being […]”
And so it is with the characters in The Dead Poets Society. From the beginning, their learning is not the acquisition of tradition or the storing of information. It is rather a movement of being that rebirths each of them in an unpredictable and original way. In the cave, which the students enter willingly and with excitement, they find danger and fear, rebellion and censure, death and transformation. But then, caves are like that. That is their magic […]”
The following links—in numerical order—are where I found the images above for the “Magic Cave” reading; thank you all:
