Here is a link to my personal story of awakening…

And here is a sample of the beginning for anyone curious…

“The Sacred Bridge Within: A Tale of Awakening” by W. L. Blossom

Imagine you are the sky, the oceans, the mountains and the breeze, while knowing you are comprised of the planets and every star in the heavens.

Infinity lies within you.

Introduction:

I would call myself a skeptic, when it comes to New Age hype, and tend to be quite logical in how I live my life.

And yet, I remember being on Earth far beyond my years.

I am often aware of other dimensions simultaneously and recall various cycles of evolution here.

In fact, I remember simply being the light of consciousness and the eons leading up to our present devolved awareness.

But as you can imagine, I wasn’t always like this.

I grew up in a small college town, immersed in academia, in contrast to my life at home of daily devotions and strict attendance to our neighborhood church.

From a young age, I envisioned myself engaged in mission work, devoting my time to saving the lost and suffering in the world.

Little did I realize, how dramatically my perspective would depart from inherited views.

When I was a young adult, I was deeply traumatized.

My pulse completely stopped as my awareness rose out of my body and the life force gently left me.

As I ascended into the sky, the ceiling became holographic as did the world around me.

I instinctively knew, I was transitioning out of my physical life.

I was at last at peace, without a care or concern.

I was in a state of euphoria that felt inherent to me.

As I looked down at my crumpled body lying on the floor, I watched my small children playing in the rooms below me.

And from this unusual vantage point of exceptional clarity, I paused to consider my options, then chose to return to the life I’d created and finish my journey here.

In doing so, I returned to a new reality.

Ever since, I’ve lived in a world that is foreign to my brain, similar to that described in schools of awakening, yet it seems to happily co-exist with my logical mind, such as witnessing the energy fields of which the world is comprised.

But for those without my experience, how does one relate?

Even for me, after decades of insight, many questions remain.

How can we ever know if perceptions beyond the logical mind are simply being imagined or true in some regard?

When we remember past lifetimes, did they really exist?

Were they truly our own?

Or are we tapping into some kind of collective memory?

Do we have the ability to assimilate forms of alternative consciousness healing for ourselves?

Are intuitive visions simply nature’s biofeedback loop that guides, heals and reprograms the damaged human psyche?

Or are they just the random contents of the subconscious mind?

How much do we truly know about our existence, anyway?

Whatever the case may be, I have found exceptional healing within my clarity with the release of past residue and negative frequencies.

And I have learned that data stored within our physical presence greatly impacts our lives on Earth by encoding our energy fields with electromagnetic frequencies based on the contents of the conscious, subconscious and unconscious mind, along with other filters such as cellular programming and of course, our DNA.

Freedom from these frequencies is the key to awakening.

The following is verbatim my own experience as all the events and conversations are taken from my journals.

It reveals a side of myself that I rarely disclose in my life.

May it be a catalyst for others’ enlightenment.

Chapter One: Remembering

At the risk of sounding dramatic, is it fair to say that divorce is akin to ending your own life, regarding the hopes and dreams your marriage once conjured for you?

I used to think of my own divorce as ritual seppuku – the self-inflicted disembowelment of the ancient samurai – in the face of defeat, they died by their own hand with heroic courage and honor.

I remember having this same attitude when confronted with divorce and fully committing to executing a swift and complete dissolution.

But afterward, came a much bigger challenge that hadn’t occurred to me.

How do we fully recover from ultimate defeat?

How do we reinvent ourselves socially, emotionally, spiritually and economically?

And how do we resist the temptation of future hyperbole?

I asked myself these questions many years ago as I sank into a quiet state of confusion and utter despair.

Though, I didn’t know the entirety of the answers I would receive, there appeared a silver-lining; my disembowelment was complete.

Metaphorically, I examined the entrails now in front of me, astonished by the amount of garbage the human body can hold, but most of all, I was relieved, they were no longer rotting inside me.

Life’s trauma can be re-directive as a catalyst for change.

I was backed into a corner, where there appeared to be no escape, so with the passion and conviction of a kamikaze pilot, I committed to fixing myself, come what may.

A further insight came one day while visiting a friend, who listened to me whine for as long as he could stand it, then looked me in the eye and declared, “You cause all your problems!”

At first, this new information sounded like scrambled gibberish. But as my mind began to grasp the statement’s full meaning, a light of revelation flared deep inside of me.

If indeed, I cause my problems… surely, I can stop causing them.

This astonished me!

As my friend sent my sorry ass packing that day with a “Free Psychic Reading” card, he grabbed from his kitchen counter, I stepped into a whole new world in which I could change myself.

At home, I dialed the number on the card and scheduled an appointment. Later that day, I was shaking hands with my first clairvoyant.

This was a new experience for me, one I hadn’t considered before, yet I’d exhausted my traditional options and figured anything goes. More than a little tentative, I sat back in my chair as the ‘reading’ began.

The woman in front of me knowingly smiled, then closed her twinkling eyes as she began ‘tuning into’ me.

I silently braced myself.

“You have a past lifetime lighting up,” she began. “You were a sturdy, hardworking woman living in a little fishing village along the coast of Italy.”

“Huh,” I quietly murmured, not particularly impressed.

“In another life, you were a small boy living in the jungles of Africa, relying solely on your intuition for survival,” she said next.

That was a bit scary.

I couldn’t imagine it.

“And once, you were a young man in the closest circle of Jesus’ friends during his life on Earth,” she said with emphasis.

“Oh really?” I questioned politely as her final suggestion struck me as completely ridiculous.

Later at home, I thought of my reading and what it had meant to me. At first, it seemed preposterous and almost embarrassing.

But slowly, my foremost impression became a deep sense of wonder and peace.

In fact, it awoke a sense of self far greater than I’d ever known. At the time, I didn’t appreciate it, but it served as a positive data point.

Either way, I wasn’t ready for this far-out psychic stuff, so I put my reading experience into the ‘things that are a little too weird for me’ compartment in my memory bank, and life went on.

***

A year later, I was miserable.

I’d survived a crushing divorce and my kids were settling into our new dynamic at home, but I still felt a long way from happiness.

No matter the everyday circumstances, I remained profoundly sad.

So with nowhere else to turn, I thought of a new plan; I would fix myself from the inside as every attempt on the outside had been surprisingly unsuccessful.

One day, I thought of the audio tape the clairvoyant had given to me. She said it might heal my broken heart, which peaked my curiosity.

“Christian Meditation,” the label read.

Intrigued, I decided to open it and in doing so, I took a step in a new direction that day.

I sat down in a comfy chair in my living room, closed my eyes and took a deep breath out of nervousness.

Then I quietly listened as the voice on the tape began, first with gentle music, followed by narrative:

“Sit up straight in a quiet place… focus in the center of your head… open your foot chakras to let in earth energy… let the energy move up your leg channels and into your first chakra… then back down your grounding cord to the center of the earth.”

“Now bring cosmic energy in through your crown chakra at the top of your head… down your back channels… mix this cosmic energy with the earth energy running through your first chakra… run the mixture up your front channels… and let it fountain out the top of your head… filling your aura with divinely healing energy and….”

“Okay,” I laughed as the tape continued, still searching for ‘the center of your head’ as the first of many new concepts.

But day after day, I stuck with it.

Soon, I began to get it.

Little by little, I noticed myself gaining fragments of clarity.

Time after time, I ‘sat’ within my deepening consciousness as the experience became more tactile.

I could feel the energies moving within me, like a cozy, cosmic jacuzzi mixed with the wellness of Mother Earth igniting a whole new sense of self I never knew existed.

***

Making the commitment to heal can be profoundly healing in itself.

On the eleventh day of my new meditation practice, something unimaginable happened to me; I met ‘God.’

Now, I know that sounds unbelievable, and maybe it sounds insane, but I also know there are others, who have experienced the same.

Here’s what happened…

I sat perfectly still, trying for the umpteenth time to be in the center of my head, while running my earth and cosmic energies, feeling overwhelmed with the complexity of my new meditation practice.

On top of it all, my mind began chattering, “Dear God, help me learn how to meditate and end my misery!”

Then without thinking, I did something that I had never conceived of before; I simply shut up and somehow, I completely silenced my brain.

I hadn’t figured anything out, I just shut up for no reason at all and sat perfectly still and listened, when a truly wondrous and radiant light appeared above my eyes that swirled inside me and filled my darkness with pure and perfect love.

I ‘knew’ it was God.

I couldn’t explain it.

I just knew it with ‘a knowingness that surpasses all understanding.’

God’s presence was so magnificent, I was overwhelmed.

It affected me so profoundly that I burst into tears and sobbed at the thought that God would bother to acknowledge my meager and downtrodden soul.

The experience only lasted 5-10 seconds and yet, it was an experience that transformed me from a person of faith to a person of absolute knowing.

Instantly, I knew that God truly exists as pure and powerful love, and the source of all existence.

Could this really be it?

I called my friend who had sent my sorry ass packing the year before.

“There really is a God!” I exploded.

“I know, isn’t it cool?” he said.

It was all so unbelievable, yet somehow, it felt divine. And surprisingly, it rang true to me in my logical mind.

For several days, I was in an uncanny state of awareness.

I saw myself in imagery; a tall, slender, intricately painted vase, dark blue on one side and light on the other with tiny white flowers throughout.

I saw this elegant vessel as representative of my earthly existence, buried under a mountain of pain, grief and fear.

Then as my new awareness filled me in the present, this vessel of earthly existence exploded from within, freeing me from a timeless tomb of human suffering.

Naked, I stood in the light of the sun, beyond my physical form, gazing across the shattered pieces of my subconscious mind.

They lay scattered beyond the horizon.

Deeply inhaling the fresh air for the first time in a very long time, I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin.

I felt released.

I felt fresh and new.

I experienced my divinity.

I could see people’s energy fields with pictures and encoding.

In fact, I could see their ethereal essence with perfect clarity.

I was captivated by the profundity of my new perspective on Earth, but most of all the realization that it was inherent in me.

Then, much to my chagrin, after several days, my super- charged state of awareness faded away and I came back to whom I had been before being ‘filled with The Holy Spirit.’

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t replicate it.

Yet the experience was now deeply rooted in my self awareness.

Excited about my new revelations, I visited my church and shared the details of my experience with my childhood pastor, expecting affirmation or something positive.

Instead, he nervously backed away and crushed my heartfelt confession.

“You must have had a complete psychotic breakdown,” he said.

“Not at all,” I responded, surprised by this.

“Don’t you see? I know, God is real!”

“That’s impossible,” he insisted, then began to ramble, nonsensically, about social order, salvation and our separation from God in a mix of academic perspectives disclosing his own ambivalence.

But despite his unexpected reaction, I knew my perceptions were ‘real’ as a deeper faith and trust in myself organically appeared.

So I continued to meditate daily, which felt like trying to move a mountain, one handful at a time. And yet, I knew I was making progress, albeit very slowly.

***

At this point in my journey, I began to question my faith.

Why are there so many religions with such complexity?

And why is there so much dissension about the concept of God in the world?

Are religions truly divine?

Or are they just the projections of the controlling human mind?

In fact, religion reminded me of a game I played as a child.

“The Telephone Game” is played in a circle. A story is whispered around. As the story is passed from one child to the next with each teller’s unique perspective, it often morphs into something different from the original tale.

At the end of the game, everyone laughs, when they hear the original version retold in contrast to the last.

However, when it comes to religion, few people are laughing today, despite the ‘truths’ of any religion originating from oral traditions retold over thousands of years.

***

As my new awareness brought me fully into the present, a greater depth of clarity blossomed somewhere inside of me.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was beginning to ‘see as spirit.’

Unaware, I continued my quest to find a morsel of peace within.

But the road was long and the march was tough. With all its peaks and valleys, it hardly seemed worth it at times.

One day, I thought of the bible verse, “Be still and know that I am God” which sparked an interest in the quiet practice of Buddhist meditation.

In contrast to running energies from the heavens and the earth, Buddhist meditation cultivates stillness deep within.

So every day I sat in silence for an hour or more, in an empty state of consciousness, similar to a void.

This brought with it many wonderful changes and many challenging times, and around every corner, a new level of healing began.

“How could I have so much pain and sorrow in my brief 40 years?” I asked one day in exasperation.

This made no sense to me.

So I looked up to the heavens and admitted to defeat.

“Okay, now what?” I conceded.

And with this, I fully surrendered to ‘that which lies within’ as the veil between heaven and earth fell away.

Thus began my awakening…