| If one is already a practitioner of one of the | | | | I am five years old and lying on my bed with arms out |
| contemplative or meditative Wisdom Traditions, then | | | | to the side, palms up. My palms tingle. My forehead |
| perhaps one can also feel the subtle pull or gentle tug | | | | tingles. My belly tingles. I like this because it feels |
| from within. The slight tingling in the lower belly as well | | | | pleasant. The Sound. The ringing, buzzing sound fills my |
| as the subtle contraction felt slightly above and | | | | head at first, then my ears and then it vibrates my |
| centered behind the eyes. Further still, in addition to | | | | whole body. And then at once with a quiet woosh, I |
| these, if one is a naturopathic energy healer such as a | | | | am free. I am floating. I am flying. Thoughts guide me. |
| Reiki Practitioner like myself, then one perhaps also | | | | Desire steers the course. My heart holds the imaginary |
| feels the warm fluidic movement of energy in one's | | | | ships wheel as I glide through waters of light to places |
| palms. | | | | that I only wish to be. A five year old boy realizes |
| On Saturday, May 15th, 2010, I sat in the front row of | | | | himself a Thought Pilot amongst a limitless scape of |
| an auditorium next to Deirdre O'Lavery, Regan Lee | | | | brilliant color and malleable form. |
| and her kind husband Jim Rich as a witness to what is | | | | Again, my focus is held by the images of the |
| now probably one of the most evocative talks I have | | | | equilateral triangles shown on the screen. The light |
| ever heard. It was a little after four in the afternoon | | | | patterns on the bottom of the craft mimic the energy |
| when Mr. Colin Andrews was introduced and stepped | | | | points on the body which in turn emulate the triangular |
| to his place behind the podium on the stage. I felt the | | | | area of Crop Circle occurrences in Southern England |
| energy then as I feel it now. The catalysts were many | | | | all meticulously illustrated in a loving precision by Colin |
| and plentiful. Colin's voice, the images he presented on | | | | Andrews. |
| the large screen and The Sound...The Sound. | | | | The Sound. The Triangles. The Lights. The Energy. |
| The Sound took me to 1972 in my home in Clovis, | | | | Communication. Thought... |
| California. It took me to the mind of a five year old boy | | | | It seems that if we collectively open up as has been |
| lying on top of the covers of his bed in his racecar | | | | illustrated to us with brilliant and gentle subtlety that we |
| jammies. Lying with his hands laid out to his sides, | | | | are as receivers. All along this has been language. All |
| palms up as he intuitively closed his eyes and simply | | | | along we have been spoken to. All along we have |
| had one wish. He wanted to fly. And fly he did! | | | | been guided as well as guiding. We have been both a |
| I will never forget the look on my mother's face the | | | | witness and participant in these many events. With our |
| following morning as I told her, | | | | hands held, we have been following a most brilliant |
| "I saw you watching TV last night, Mommy. I flew over | | | | primer. Something is speaking to us. Something wishes |
| your head and saw you watching that Bonanza | | | | us to be more than a knowing, more than an |
| Cowboy Show on the TV." | | | | understanding and more than a comprehension. There |
| She looked at me with a look that was both frightened | | | | is a vastness to all of this that a rational or reasoning |
| and incredulous. She shook her head slowly from side | | | | mind can't even begin to see let alone comprehend. |
| to side as she told me that what I did was impossible. I | | | | However, in tandem with the heart does the mind's |
| watched her face shift more toward the frightened | | | | desire for understanding realize it's confusion by |
| end of the emotional spectrum as I told her that I saw | | | | allowing the realization of being to supersede. |
| her eat a bowl of ice cream while she watched the | | | | We have a chance to open up to our collective Self. |
| TV and that I saw her grab the small throw blanket on | | | | We have in some inadvertent way, co-created an |
| the side of the couch and pull it over her lap and tuck it | | | | opportunity for ourselves, by ourselves and of |
| around her bare toes. | | | | ourselves to show us the reality of eternity in the |
| The Sound. When Mr. Andrews played the sound | | | | vastness of the single unending moment. |
| heard in the Crop Circle whirling all around him and his | | | | How could that little five year old boy have intuited the |
| colleagues, I was at once transported back to being | | | | positioning of his hands in conjunction with the stillness |
| five years old again. Back then I had no idea what an | | | | of his little mind? How could he have known to have |
| Out Of Body Experience (OOBE) was or that I was | | | | made unto himself a triangular receptor of energy and |
| actually participating in them. I was simply a five year | | | | thoughtless wisdom? |
| old boy who didn't want to go to bed early for fear of | | | | I cannot even begin to explain what has happened this |
| missing out on something fun. | | | | last weekend. Something incredibly huge and |
| Back again to the auditorium as Colin spoke of | | | | wonderful was witnessed and felt in the presence of |
| connections, occurrences and synchronicities. The | | | | this beautiful man. Something that has both preceded |
| images came and my head was spinning. I was held in | | | | his talk and has continued well after it. It is stronger |
| awe by the information that only the genius that is the | | | | within me now than when I first noticed it! |
| detail-oriented research of Mr. Andrews could find. | | | | I heartily apologize if my words sound deistic or |
| Triangles of all manner popped onto the screen in slide | | | | messianic toward Colin. On the contrary, it is us, each |
| show fashion. Some were schematic and | | | | and All that is both deity and Messiah. I am only |
| mathematically tedious. Some again were of craft. Still | | | | honoring the messenger. I risk coming across as a |
| again were the triangular patterns laid over the | | | | New Aged nut but I cannot deny what I am feeling. I |
| silhouette of the human body. All of them had one thing | | | | cannot deny what I and others have experienced this |
| in common. This was the bombshell dropped on us all | | | | weekend in this humble man's presence. Each one of |
| by this gentle, slightly bumbling, insightful and brilliant man. | | | | us seems to have been profoundly impacted by an |
| This is what left me in a wash of emotions that I | | | | event that avoids description as well as |
| fought with throughout most of the presentation for | | | | comprehension. No science or religion can even begin |
| fear of letting them spill out in front of everybody. | | | | to fathom the totality and scope of this enormousness |
| The night before, in a quiet booth, I had already opened | | | | and vastness within. Nothing else matters. Just this. |
| up considerably to Deirdre in a partially reluctant way | | | | Just this in this moment. In it is connectivity and no |
| and shared with her who Erik truly is in a barely | | | | judgement. In it is liberation from thought and fear. In it is |
| contained emotional state. I didn't want to chase | | | | the entirety of all that Is. |
| anybody away with the totality and the scope and | | | | We all felt something magnificent on May 14th, that I |
| breadth of my realization and being and here I was | | | | don't think any one of us could ever convey |
| again in this auditorium with the Allness and Oneness | | | | accurately in any way other than giving it away as |
| threatening to bust the feeble dam that is my ego. I | | | | freely as it was given to us all. |
| couldn't let that happen. I couldn't set all of it free then. | | | | Mr. Andrews, if you read this and I hope you do, I have |
| Not yet. I needed, for the sake of my kind colleagues | | | | so much gratitude and such a huge outpouring of what |
| and for the preservation of my own rather innocuous | | | | can only be called and recognized as love for you, |
| presence, to keep still and outwardly quiet while inside | | | | your sincerity and for your bravery in truly embracing |
| the White Light was swelling and burgeoning, barely | | | | what it is to be a human BEing... |
| contained once again. | | | | |