(Although this experience happened many years ago, its meaning and significance is still unfolding in my mind. It elevates imagination and the Inner Self to the level of reality and opens the door to greater awareness and understanding of who we are. It wasn’t easy to convince myself to record my experiences and develop them in detail. But now that I have done it, I know why it was so important. They (our experiences) have much to teach us about ourselves. Hang on to your hats, it’s a long and exciting ride!)
By Roger A. Peterson “Pete”
It All Began as an Experiment in Telepathic Communication
Between 1981 and 1986, I drove for a bus company in Santa Rosa, California. My job was to transport construction workers to and from geothermal plant construction sites at The Geysers in the Mayacamas Mountains. Located north of San Francisco, The Geysers are bordered by Sonoma, Napa, Lake, and Mendocino Counties. The area has long been famous for its natural geysers, fumaroles, and mineral-rich hot springs. At this time, it was the largest geothermal power plant complex in the world.
In late 1985, construction at The Geysers was winding down and I received a new assignment that only required a twelve-passenger minivan. This particular morning, my friend Michele and I had been given the job of providing service to riders at two pickup points at the south end of Clearlake in Lake County, sixty-five miles northeast of Santa Rosa on Route 29.
For this new assignment, I had to leave home at 4:15 A.M. As usual, I rode my bicycle to work which took about five minutes. After entering the bus yard driveway, I stopped to look up at the sky. It was filled with a large number of dark, towering storm clouds, each one separate from the other and each one captured between the glow of the moon above and the city lights shining up from below. I had never seen anything like it before. Each cloud stood tall and vertical, like a man.
After leaving the dispatch office with my bus assignment, I passed Michele who was checking out her van and said Hi!
During my bus safety check, I couldn’t stop looking up at the clouds as they moved across the sky. Not only did they look strange, they all seemed to be heading in the direction of Mt. St. Helena. Since Michele and I have to drive over this mountain on our way to Clearlake, it was concerning. After completing my safety check, I leaned over the steering wheel to study these strange clouds more closely. They seemed endless in number and, to my eye, they appeared to be tiptoeing across the sky as if to avoid detection, even though I knew they knew I was watching them. Following their line of travel again, it was obvious they were definitely gathering over Mt. St. Helena.
The line between my imagination and reality blurred even more when I began to think of these strange looking clouds as armed soldiers carrying out a secret mission. What can that mission be, I wondered half seriously? Are they preparing to ambush Michele and me in the mountains? This thought, even though it seemed unrealistic and whimsical, sent a strong shiver down my spine.
After dropping my Daily Bus Report off at the office, I drove out of the bus yard ahead of Michele. At the edge of Sebastopol Road, I stopped long enough to check for traffic before turning east. Before leaving, I looked up at the sky again. With little forethought, a large part of my consciousness left my body and flew to a point high in the air, above Mt. St. Helena. Silently, and hopefully invisible, I watched as the giant cloud warriors arrived above route 29 at the top of the mountain. As more of them gathered, they milled about restlessly.
These weren’t armed warriors preparing for battle; they were ghostly apparitions or souls waiting for the show to begin! As if sensing my presence, one of the them looked up in my general direction. When he honed in on me, he/she/it, pointed up at me and alerted the others of my presence. In response, they all quickly scattered in different directions, trying to find hiding spots in the nooks and crannies of Mt. St. Helena. Three of them literally stumbled over each other in their haste to disappear, which made me laugh. Their clumsy antics reminded me of Larry, Curly, and Moe in the Three Stooges.
Apparently, my spiritual or astral presence signaled the start of the show even before Michele and I left Santa Rosa. Laughing in relief, the part of me that left my body sitting in the bus returned. Excited, more than concerned about what might happen in the mountains, I stepped on the gas!
I think most mountains are magical and Mt. St. Helena is no exception. Crossing it four times a day (two round trips) for almost five years, I personally experienced its magic. For instance, there was the voice of actor Henry Fonda. Early one morning as I drove up the western slope, there he was, repeating a familiar phrase from one of his westerns. I don’t remember what it was but, delivered by his voice, it was familiar enough to attract my attention. How could this be, and why Henry Fonda? He had a remarkable presence in movies but he was never one of my favorite actors. He always seemed cold, stern, and distant, which made it difficult for me to warm up to him as a person.
For some reason, his voice became a semi-regular feature on my early morning trips over Mt. St. Helena. It always happened in the same spot, the middle of a short straightaway marked by two right turns about halfway up the west side of the mountain. Even though he used another familiar phrase once or twice, I always replied with, Hi, Henry, how ya doin’, in an attempt to get something more back from him to no avail.
Once, I asked him if he had a message for a friend or family member but his response pattern never changed. His voice was always flat and unemotional. As it kept repeating itself, it made me think of a mechanical “thumper” set to attract giant “spice worms” in Frank Herbert’s fictional planet, “Dune.” Since I was always on a tight schedule and it was impossible to park nearby, I never stopped to explore the matter further. Who knows if it was really Henry’s ghost? Maybe it was a cosmic fantasy to give me something to puzzle over during my early morning drives over Mt. St. Helena.
One of my favorite pastimes as I drove over Mt. St. Helena was experimenting with telepathic communication (for more information on telepathy, read Seth – Telepathy is an Intimate, Innate Ability Within All Cells). The mountain itself made it seem possible. Only a few people live on it, even today. Whenever I drove up toward the peak, it felt like I was rising above the din of human thought in the valley below. It was like rising through fog into sunlight or entering another world. When you look down, all you can see is fog, but when you look up, your visibility is clear and unlimited.
Driving home at night my telepathic experiments normally took the form of asking my wife, Sandra, what we were having for dinner. This question never failed to produce a word description or an image of a meal in my mind. Even though we shopped together on weekends, she took responsibility for planning and preparing our meals during the week. When I wanted to have a particular meal for dinner, or something special from the store like a deli sandwich, burrito, or fresh pizza, I’d communicate that to her telepathically in thought and feeling as well as imagery. For example, I would say, Hey honey, I sure would like to have a Grilled Steak Burrito from Pepe’s tonight. In anticipation, my mouth would water and I’d lick my lips.
Although I didn’t officially document my many telepathic experiments, the number of correct hits went well beyond chance or informed guessing. In reality, the results were almost perfect. On those few occasions I didn’t get what I wanted it was often because I didn’t ask for it soon enough. In those cases, Sandra had already purchased or committed herself to preparing something else for dinner. Later, when I’d tell her what I had asked for, she would often say she had thought about it but too late to do anything about it.
One evening, after cresting the peak of Mount St. Helena with a busload of passengers returning home from work, I burst out laughing. I had just finished asking Sandra what we were having for dinner when I realized the similarity between fax machines and telepathy. Unlike talking face-to-face, which makes it easy to ask last-minute questions or clear up lingering misunderstandings, communicating by fax and telepathy takes more effort if you have to have questions answered or clarify misunderstandings. Communicating through telepathy is extremely subtle and sending faxes requires a fax machine, typing skills, and electric power to send messages via phone lines or the Internet.
In response to my thoughts, a ghostly fax machine materialized out of thin air between the steering wheel and my chest. With joy, the “Inner Me” immediately set to work composing a new message to Sandra. Loading the completed message into my phantom fax machine, I punched in her imaginary fax number. Through my Inner Vision, I watched in delight as she read it while standing under the shade of an olive tree next to her car in an almost empty parking lot with a big smile on her face. Yeah, and it didn’t even cost me anything because my fax machine was imaginary and my connection to Sandra was telepathic. How about that?
This morning, as Michele and I approached Mt. St. Helena, I playfully reached out to send her a telepathic message. Thinking it might work better if I directed it to her Higher Self, the larger consciousness that surrounds each of us, I asked my first question and listened for an answer.
My First Encounter with the Energy of Unconditional Love
At first, our exchange seemed purely imaginary but with each new exchange, the answers from Michele’s Higher Self seemed to become more genuine and real. After our fourth or fifth exchange, it happened! When I reached out with my next question, my essence or consciousness struck an invisible wall of highly charged energy. Shocked by this unexpected and alarming experience, I snapped back into my body like I was a tightly stretched rubber band. Oh yeah, and I was sobbing uncontrollably.
While my outer self, or ego, reacted with shock and fear, another part of me, my inner self (?), observed my body’s emotional reaction with calm deliberation and curiosity. Among other things, it calmly noted that, I haven’t seen us bawl like this since we were a baby!
After blubbering for what seemed like twenty minutes, I decided to put more energy into identifying my location because it only takes twenty minutes to drive over Mt. St. Helena from one side to the other.* It was surprising to see that I was only about half of the way up the mountain and that it had begun to rain.
(While using my Inner Vision forced me to sacrifice some external details, I was still able to maintain enough awareness of outer reality to avoid driving off the road or hitting another object. It is also important to note that when we use our Inner Senses to dream or operate in other dimensions of reality, the rules are different. In material reality, Time and Space are the dominant organizers of our experience.
In dreams, or alternate states of consciousness, what interests us most in the moment is the primary organizer of our experience. When our interest wanes, we move on to whatever else seems interesting or compelling in the moment. (For specific examples of how consciousness works in inner reality, read The Ball of Light — A Lucid Dream about the Nature of Being and Creation.)
When I regained enough composure, I gently reached out to Michele’s Higher Self again. Curious, I wanted to know what this wall of energy was and if it was still there. Wham! It was and I snapped back into myself, again, like a tightly stretched rubber band. One part of me sobbed with renewed vigor, while a calmer, more objective me began to wonder if something happened to Michele? If not, I thought, why am I having this overwhelming emotional reaction?
With concern, I considered several possibilities. Was Michele involved in an accident? Did she hit another vehicle or accidentally drive off the side of the road? I was aware that she was running several minutes behind me because I had lost sight of her headlights when we started up the mountain. As you might guess, she, being a woman, tended to drive slower and safer than me.
In response to my concern, a voice inside my mind (her Higher Self or my own Higher Self?), said, “No, a serious vehicle accident or driving off the side of the mountain is not something she would choose to experience.”
Wow! Whoever it was, what did they mean by that? After mulling it over, I had to agree that this was not something Michele was likely to do, given her grounded nature. With that thought in mind, I asked whoever was answering my questions: Do we all attract certain types of experiences to ourselves while rejecting others? What an intriguing thought! As I waited for an answer, my concern for Michele’s safety subsided, leaving me free to deal with more immediate conditions that required attention.
Near the top of Mt. St. Helena, the rain had become a heavy downpour. Driven by powerful gusts of wind, water sheeted across the road, making it possible for the bus to hydroplane. The danger in this situation forced me to abandon my experiences in inner reality long enough to slow down and eliminate that threat. Losing control of the bus was not on my agenda.
For a moment, I wondered if Michele had any awareness of the amazing drama playing itself out behind the scenes on Mt. St. Helena. With my question left hanging in the air, I turned enough of my attention back to Inner Reality to resume where I had left off.
This time, I decided, if I encounter this wall of energy again, I’m going to stay with it until I know what it is, dammit!
Wham! There it was again, and I reacted to it with the same degree of emotional intensity. This time, though, there was a difference. I refused to budge one inch and, suddenly, I found myself inside this powerful and mysterious field of energy.
When my world didn’t come to a crashing end, I relaxed enough to ask, what are you?
“This is the Energy of Unconditional Love,” said a soothing male voice that seemed to come from every point within it.
Sobbing even harder in relief, I finally knew why I kept bursting into tears every time I touched it. Yes, it was the Energy of Unconditional Love! I suspected that my inner self knew what it was all along but my outer, earthbound self, didn’t have a clue.
With no conscious encouragement from me, my normal defenses began to fall away. This amazing energy felt so great I didn’t want to miss experiencing any of it. As a result, I became more relaxed and open than I have ever been before. With my defenses down, everything I am and everything I have ever been or done, began to appear in my mind. As more of my once hidden fear, guilt, shame and regret revealed itself, it occurred to me that if I could see my secrets, the Energy of Unconditional Love could too. In alarm, I began raising my defenses again!*
(When you grow up in a world that creates division through comparison and competition, a world that controls and manipulates you from the outside in through judgments of right and wrong, good and bad, enforced by the shame of guilt and the fear of punishment, you tend to become defensive. You try to avoid the threat of disapproval, ridicule, shame and condemnation. Having first hand experience of the damage value judgment can do to us, I had no desire to experience it now from the Energy of Unconditional Love. That would be the final straw that broke the camel’s back. How could I expect to recover from this ultimate put-down?)
Fortunately, as if it could read my mind, the Energy of Unconditional Love, said: “Nothing you can ever think, feel, say or do can keep you from being loved unconditionally”.
This is exactly what I needed to hear! Soothed by the truth I could feel in these words, I was finally able to accept that there really is such a thing as the Energy of Unconditional Love. Dropping my defenses again, I cried in relief. I couldn’t remember ever experiencing this kind of love before from a human being. I’m not even sure that, as human beings, it’s even possible for us to express this level of love. Maybe we come close to that during the birth of a baby or when we first hold it in our arms. But, otherwise? I’m not so sure.
As I experienced the energy of unconditional love now, I knew there was nothing I had to do to earn it. Unlike the material world of money, power, and privilege that demands something in return, just being myself was enough to receive love.
As I continued bathing in this healing energy, I wondered if the anger, imagined sins, and misunderstandings of my past would wash away forever. I imagined they would, if not forever, at least for now. Even if it was just the beginning of the end to my emotional suffering, that was good enough for me!
Suddenly, my own love began to flow and I felt the desire to perform miracles for this Loving Energy. I wanted to honor it for the loving regard in which it held me and All That Is. Seemingly, a superman in this alternate reality, I began to perform feats of magic and strength that are impossible to perform in the physical world. Overflowing with the energy of appreciation and gratitude, I couldn’t help but show it.
Is the Energy of Unconditional Love Our True Home, the One We Always Return to Like a Moth to a Flame?
It occurred to me that some of the joy I was feeling came from the thought that the State of Unconditional Love is home for All That Is. It is our True Home! For a moment, I saw it as the center of all Being and Creation from which individual elements of consciousness, like you and me, leave in forgetfulness periodically to renew our understanding of and commitment to the purity of Unconditional Love. Without the purity of Unconditional Love to come back to, what would motivate us enough to explore the dark side of Being and Creation.
Without the freedom to explore anything and everything, how can we learn and clarify the difference between what we like and don’t like, what works for us and what doesn’t, what makes us happy and what doesn’t, so that we can be and create what we want most, in our oneness with and separation from All That Is, as both products of creation and creation itself? How can Unconditional Love maintain its integrity and power without being able to explore the difference between what it is and what it is not? Being able to push on the boundaries of Being and Creation is not a curse; it is a blessing. We may not like who we are or what we’re doing now but we can love what we are – Unconditional Love helping All That Is fulfill its greatest possible potential, whether we realize it or not.
I understood now why it is so important for each of us to fulfill our own greatest potential, not only as human beings, but spiritual beings as well. It adds to the working knowledge of All That Is and expands the field of possibility for All That Is and All That Can Be. I also sensed that the Energy of Unconditional Love is more than just a “place” – it is a specific thought and feeling we can all access or experience, wherever we are and whenever we feel the need to. How is this possible? Because we’re all in this together – partners in evolution.
Creating a Golden Womb and More!
With an almost imperceptible shift in awareness, I suddenly found myself standing naked in the middle of a dimly lit room with golden, metallic walls. Like most earthly buildings, the walls, ceilings, and floors met at sharp 90-degree angles. Since it didn’t fit my mood or the soft golden glow of the walls, I began to reshape them with the power of my mind. I didn’t wonder if I could do it, I just did it! Through the power of thought and imagination, I made every corner in the room coalesce into one continuous, smoothly curving surface. I wasn’t satisfied until the room looked and felt like the inside of a large golden womb.
When I stopped to admire the result of my work, the air in front of my face began to crackle and pop with dark, exploding points of energy. Each one became a golden ray that shot out to collectively form an oval frame of shimmering, radiating light. Once the frame was formed, the living face of a man with long brown hair and a beard materialized within it. Before my eyes became lost in His, I noticed His serene, Christ-like features.
Looking through my eyes and into my soul, He said, as if He could sense I needed to be reminded: “Roger, you are delightful just the way you are!”
Oh my God, here I go again! The impact of His kind face and loving words started me on a new round of intense sobbing. Strangely, while the outer “me” sobbed, the inner “me” calmly reached down to lift the bottom edge of the energy field that surrounded us.
Slowly and gently raising it above my head, I found myself looking out across the sloping fields and vineyards of Calistoga, which lies at the south western foot of Mt. St. Helena. The Christ-like Entity was now standing on a grassy knoll a short distance away from me. Raising His arms to the east, He started sending rippling waves of unconditional love around the earth and out into the universe. Like air over hot pavement, the energy shimmied and rippled as it expanded outward in all directions to include everyone and everything in All That Is.
Meanwhile, the outer me was still struggling to keep the empty minibus in the middle of the narrow eastbound lane as it twisted through the mountains. The emotional intensity of this mystical experience was so great my body wrenched back and forth with each new sob. To make driving worse, the tightened muscles in my face had drawn my eyelids into narrow slits making the view ahead blurry as tears flowed over the brims of my eyes.
As if this wasn’t enough, after cresting the peak of Mt. St. Helena, a disembodied head appeared outside my driver-side window. It was traveling at the same speed as the bus. A quick glance revealed to me that it was my own face smiling back at me. Despite my shock and curiosity, I forced my attention back to the road ahead and attempted to revisit my Inner Vision. I found it impossible to do, however, because the face outside the window was demanding all of my attention. It was laughing at me with tears streaming down its face like me, only his laughter was different, it was gut-wrenching, knee-slapping, finger-pointing laughter!
Confused, I wondered what the me outside the bus was seeing in the me inside the bus. Why, oh why, did I ask? Suddenly, I was the self outside the bus listening to the “me” inside the bus as it continued to sob uncontrollably. Even from outside the bus, the sound was loud. It reminded me of when I was a baby and cried with every fiber of my being. Of course, my adult voice was much stronger now!
As I looked in at myself, I saw how sad and grotesque my face looked with my facial muscles stretched tight from the intensity of my emotional reaction. Out of curiosity, I reentered my body inside the bus with the idea of testing the strength of the rigidity in my facial muscles. Could I overcome them by force? Yes, I decided, after some light probing. However, I abandoned the idea after fearing the effort would disrupt the continuity of my mystical experience.
Shifting my focus outside the bus again, I continued to watch my body in fascination as it jerked back and forth behind the steering wheel. It was actually entertaining. The “me” inside the bus looked so weird I couldn’t help but laugh.
Almost without noticing it, something drew me back into my body inside the bus. For the first time my movements seemed contrived. It was as if someone else, deep inside me, was pulling my strings or pressing my buttons. At first, the muscles on the left side of my body tightened and pulled me to the left. Then the muscles on the right side tightened, pulling me to the right. My body jerked back and forth from side to side as if on cue with each new sob. My movement was no longer spontaneous, it was mechanical.
When the spell of unconditional love wore off, I wondered what my supervisors would say if they knew I was allowing this experience to continue on while driving a company bus. I was sure they would freak out and give me lots of reasons why no one should ever allow their inner senses to take over while driving. I was also sure I would agree with most of their arguments.
What would Michele think if she could see me now? For that matter, what would any person think if they could see me wrenching back and forth behind the steering wheel of my bus with a grotesque, mask-like expression on my face?
Oh boy, in a cartoon-like flight of fancy, I stomped on the brakes and did a 180, coming to a dusty stop on the soft shoulder of the road, facing west. Suddenly, two people approached me in their car. When my fantasy travelers get close enough to see the rigid, tear-streaked look on my face, they reacted in horror. The female passenger drew her hands up to her face as if to stifle a scream and the male driver’s eyes bugged out in alarm.
Slamming on his brakes, he turned the steering wheel hard to the left and came to a screeching halt, sideways, partially in front of me. Putting his car in reverse, he backed up far enough to complete his turn-around, then pealed out in the direction he came from as if he was being chased by the devil. After considering the possibility of playing out several more wacky scenarios like this, the tension broke and I began to laugh. Soon I was laughing with the same gut-wrenching, knee-slapping, finger-pointing intensity as the “me” that appeared outside the bus.
The Next Time I Look There is a New Face Outside My Window
Looking out the driver’s side window again, I saw a new face staring back at me. It was no longer “me” looking back at “me” but the face of an older man with shoulder-length white hair. With the upper half of his body visible, I could see that he was wearing a thick, well-made quilted coat over several layers of clothing, suggesting he lived in a cold climate.
With a large ornate medallion hanging from a chain around his neck, he looked wild and magical. For some reason, I began to suspect that he may have played a role in orchestrating my floating head experience. I don’t know why I thought this but I did. I also wondered how it might be connected to my encounter with the Energy of Unconditional Love, if it was at all.
Nodding at me, he smiled in what seemed like approval. His smile was so friendly, I half expected him to follow it up with a wink. As I continued to study his face, it began to change. His smile was the first thing to disappear, to be followed by a look of anger, which, in turn, was followed up by a look of hateful contempt for me. As his face continued to transform, it became younger and more ancient in origin. Soon, his features turned coarse and brutish; the hair on his head became thick, black, and tangled. In place of the nice quilted coat there was now a dark animal skin wrapped around his hips with a wide strap going over one shoulder. In his left hand, he now carried a large wooden club. Raising it above his head, he waved it at me as if he wanted to hit me with it.
Changing his mind, he turned and ran across the road to the edge of the woods, his hair streaming behind him. Before he disappeared into the woods, he stopped and look back at me one more. The look of hatred he first wore on his face was now gone. Replacing it now was a look of sadness, confusion, and loss.
Why? Did he feel a sense of connection between us? Is he another me in a past lifetime or alternate reality? Would this make me a future aspect of him? After he finally disappeared into the woods for good, my mind filled with even more questions. What was his role and that of the magician who became him in this vision within a vision. I just didn’t know.
With a start, I remembered that in less than twenty minutes construction workers would be getting on my bus. Leaning over to look up at my face in the passenger rear-view mirror, I saw a puffy face, a runny nose, and red eyelids. Laughing nervously, I wondered how to handle this situation. Pulling a handkerchief out of my back pocket, I blew my nose and wiped my eyes the best I could.
One More Time!
Time was short but I felt an urgent need to check in on the Energy of Unconditional Love once more. I wanted to know if it was real beyond a doubt, at least in my mind. Forget the men in Clearlake Highlands, I thought, this is too important to pass up! With my passenger concern settled, I reached out to Robert, my own Higher Self or over-soul. I first met him through a Ouija Board. After that, I interacted with him in dreams, meditation and, for a short while, I let him speak through me.
Sharing someone else’s ideas before I understood them didn’t seem right to me then and it doesn’t feel right to me now. So, I stopped channeling Robert’s ideas to give me time to figure things out for myself. I continued to ask him for new insights but I still insist on test-driving them first. My attitude was, if I’m going to accept responsibility for the consequences of my thoughts and feelings, my actions and reactions, I want to be sure they represent what works best and makes me happiest in my oneness with and separation from All That Is, as both a product of creation and creation itself. Even then, I accept the idea that what I choose to believe is up to me and what you choose to believe is up to you, so long as we both accept responsibility for the consequences of our thoughts and actions and learn from them.
Wham! The Energy of Unconditional Love was still there and again I sobbed with the same intensely as before. With my question answered, I spiritually hugged Robert with a sense of profound gratitude. I thanked everyone involved in creating this amazing and profound spiritual drama. I even thanked the bus company for the timely job assignment and the bus that brought me here. I thanked the earth spirits, including my ghostly cloud friends, for the cover of this dark and stormy night, and I thanked the Energy of Unconditional Love, especially. This experience would not have happened without the willing participation of all these energy forms working together. For the fourth and final time this morning, I left the Energy of Unconditional Love to get on with the business of waking reality.
As I continued my journey toward Clearlake Highlands in the afterglow of My Encounter with the Energy of Unconditional Love, I asked, Why me? What did I do to deserve this amazing experience?
Rolling this question around in my mind, I traveled back in time to a point two years earlier. At home alone, I was sitting at my office desk feeling frustrated and depressed because every attempt I had made thus far to become wealthy enough to support my work, failed. Sitting at my desk now, I was unable to think about what to do next. My belief at the time was that changing myself and the world for the better, would require lots of time and money.
As a child, I was unhappy with life. In my world, most people didn’t treat each other very well and I hated that. It seemed I had four choices; I could accept life as it is, withdraw from it, end my life (if I could summon up the courage) or do something about it, which I’m in the process of doing now.
So, I had decided to climb Mt. Everest but here I was, in my early forties, still stuck in the foothills with too little time and too little money to do more than maintain basic essentials in life. My salad dressing business after college had failed, my several attempts at multilevel marketing failed, and even though I liked my low-paying job as a bus driver, here I was, still working full time with little time or money to do anything else. When my little pity party became too intense, I threw my arms up in the air and asked whoever was listening, including me: What do I want more than anything else in All That Is?
In response, a strong, male voice, about six inches in front of my forehead, said, “LOVE!” It was as if there was another person standing right in front of me. But, there wasn’t.
Overcoming my surprise, I shouted: That’s it! More than anything else in All That Is, all I’ve ever wanted was to love and be loved unconditionally. In a flash of insight, I realized that everything I’ve ever done in life was for love, whether it was to receive it from others or give it to them. When fear, comparison, judgment and competition made it impossible for me to love others, and for them, to love the angry me, I was thrown for a loop. If I can’t love others, how can I love myself, I wondered?
What amazes me most about My Encounter with the Energy of Unconditional Love is that, even though it took two years for the universe to arrange, it gave me what I wanted, the experience of giving love and being loved unconditionally!
Dawn was breaking as I pulled into my stop at the southwest corner of Clearlake. To keep my passengers from seeing my face as they boarded the bus, I opened the driver’s side door and turned my head to look outside. I wanted to make it look like I was lost in thought. Even though the overhead light in the bus was dim, you could still see expressions on people’s faces if they had a chance to look at you closely. Once the men were seated, I closed the doors and turned around to drive. I don’t know if any of them noticed my puffy face and red eyelids but if they did, they were kind enough not to mention it. Putting the bus in gear, we headed up to The Geysers.
It took several months for me to screw up the courage to ask Michele if she remembered anything different about that morning. I knew she would remember it because it was the only time she and I did the Clearlake Highlands’ run alone together. Her answer was “No.” Even when I described my fear that she had been involved in an accident or driven off the mountain, she could remember nothing out of the ordinary about that extra-ordinary morning.
Read Jay’s Story about his encounter with the Energy of Unconditional Love. A quick search of the Internet shows that many people with the desire, or need, have had encounters with Unconditional Love. “Seek and ye shall find.”
Roger Peterson (Pete), https://realtalkworld.com/
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having (creating) a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
What we think and feel about ourselves and All That Is forms our intent, which in turn, forms our reality.
In other words, as we think, feel, act and react, we create.
If beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations create our reality, can we afford not to question them?
The more we love, understand and appreciate ourselves, the better we treat ourselves and the world. Don’t you agree?
The secrets of the universe lie hidden in the shadows of our experience. Look for them!
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I’m not a skeptic. Over the years, I’ve read and heard many strange stories. From my pov, a lot of them are quite believable. However, this one simply doesn’t ring true.
I could tell you exactly why, but I’m not going to do that. I’m not in the business of educating con artists.
dbtm, we’re all free to believe whatever we choose. Most of us learn to limit the range of our perception to what we learn in school and observe with our physical senses. I do not, which opens me up to other forms of learning and perception. Skepticism is a good thing. It’s better to feel our way along before jumping into something unfamiliar. Instead of passing judgment on my experience, and others like them, keep an open mind and do some research. There are several accounts of near-death experiences here as well.
Even my daughter expresses disbelief and asks me if I did drugs whenever she reads Inside Ivy, an account of my experience inside a household ivy plant. Thanks for writing.
Gee thanks for the advice. It’s nothing to do with unfamiliarity or having an “open mind. Quite the opposite. Perhaps you should read the comment properly before you answer. I’ve been researching this stuff most of my life. I’ve never read a less believable account. As I said, I’ve seen and heard many things and had my own personal experiences. Again, I’m NOT a skeptic.
I’ve also read Jane Robert’s books, whom you misinterpret in places hereabouts. For one thing, beliefs are not “unconsciously absorbed from our surroundings” They’re ALL consciously chosen. Maybe you should do more research before making up your tales.
dbtm, to keep myself from standing in judgment of others, I keep asking myself questions like: who are we, what’s reality, what’s the purpose of life, what do we know that we don’t know we know, what can we do that we don’t know we can do, where do we begin and where do we end? It keeps me humble and honest. It reminds me that, as Consciousness or Aware Energy, we’re both one and separate; that we’re both products of creation and creation itself.
Instead of continuing to let my outer self make judgments, I decided to trust my inner self to feel answers. See: Ask Value Questions and Listen for Intuitive Answers. Instead of continuing to compare myself to others and competing for attention with them, I decided it would be of a lot more useful for me to focus on being me, free of earthly attachments beyond those I freely choose out of value fulfillment.
In writing about my experiences like, Encounter with Unconditional Love, I start with rough notes and then spend hours, weeks, months and sometimes, years writing and rewriting the details of my experience. I sleep on it and record my memories until I feel I can’t get any closer to the full truth of my experience. It’s a very tedious process that requires great patience, something I made peace with long ago. Somehow, I knew and trusted that it contained intrinsic value. I still do.
Throughout my writing, I remind readers that I write what makes the most sense to me at this time, knowing that everything changes with each new thought and action. I also encourage them to take what they like and leave the rest. Trusting our own authority is something we all owe ourselves.