A plug here for psychedelics! I had two mushroom experiences decades ago that gave me an assignment that shaped my life:
Empress of the World: I was sitting cross-legged on my bed when everything became very calm. Unusually, surreally so. The future was up to me, and what I had to do was “let everything land in my lap.” I was to accept reality with no resistance or drama or story. Reality is what is regardless of any opinion about it, and I was to anchor myself in this primary perception. I sensed that if even one person practiced total acceptance, and the challenge was for it to be me, it would be the pivot for humanity to get to a new place.
Cosmic Remorse: A group experience was led by a guide who gave us “heroic doses.” We had been asked to go back and back and back to where we had come from when all of a sudden I wooshed into my current reality from some infinite place, beyond the beyond, like my small self had come from an infinitely larger existence where everything, including me, was sacred. This led to uncontrollable sobbing “for ever having doubted myself.”
For me, the stillness allows me to tune into the sacred inner wisdom we all carry within us. (What you call "learning from the universe.") It's the voice that guides me, especially when I am facing the unknown. It's the stepping into who I truly am and who I am here to be -- my purpose.
A plug here for psychedelics! I had two mushroom experiences decades ago that gave me an assignment that shaped my life:
Empress of the World: I was sitting cross-legged on my bed when everything became very calm. Unusually, surreally so. The future was up to me, and what I had to do was “let everything land in my lap.” I was to accept reality with no resistance or drama or story. Reality is what is regardless of any opinion about it, and I was to anchor myself in this primary perception. I sensed that if even one person practiced total acceptance, and the challenge was for it to be me, it would be the pivot for humanity to get to a new place.
Cosmic Remorse: A group experience was led by a guide who gave us “heroic doses.” We had been asked to go back and back and back to where we had come from when all of a sudden I wooshed into my current reality from some infinite place, beyond the beyond, like my small self had come from an infinitely larger existence where everything, including me, was sacred. This led to uncontrollable sobbing “for ever having doubted myself.”
If one cannot stop talking, one can never experience inexpressibility.
For me, the stillness allows me to tune into the sacred inner wisdom we all carry within us. (What you call "learning from the universe.") It's the voice that guides me, especially when I am facing the unknown. It's the stepping into who I truly am and who I am here to be -- my purpose.