I go to a computer (which is the appearance of my guide book at the moment)
After crossing the bridge I go to a computer (which is the appearance of my guide book at the moment) and type in the word library.
Instantly I find myself looking up at a most impressive building, with huge marble steps leading up to vast pillars supporting a Roman style facade. I walk up the steps and in through the glass revolving doors.
Directly in front of me is a huge reception counter, with a number of people dealing with requests for information.
I know in some way that the library is alive, so I by-pass the receptionists and ask my question mentally. “I would like to be taken to the most technologically advanced area of the library,” I said.
I am taken to the left, to a room with a number of people sitting in front of flat screen monitors. All of them are wearing headphones. I am directed to an empty chair.
I pick up the headphones and put them on.
I hear a jumble of voices, like a cocktail party with everyone speaking at once. The screen in front of me lights up and I see a pattern of swirling lights, pastel colours like clouds or oil patterns on water. The pattern looks random, like a screen saver.
My attention is drawn to a boiling cloud of white and pink and gold. I notice that as I pay attention to the cloud that some of the voices subside and some seem to increase in volume.
I hear someone ask, “How does it make you feel?”
I look more closely at the boiling cloud. As I do so I feel myself falling forward into the cloud. “Try this,” says another voice and beneath me a molded seat forms, a little bit like a jet-ski with a joy stick in the center for me to hold onto.
Now I’m riding the boiling cloud but not going anywhere. “What do I do now?” I wonder.
To one side, or above and to the other side, or below (I’m not quite sure of how I’m viewing this) two beings materialize. The one above is dressed in blue and silver and has long white hair, the one below is dressed in red and gold and has short black hair. A metal beam attaches my jet-ski to both of them, so that I am the central hub of what is now a spinning wheel. The blue figure goes forward and the red figure goes backwards, the whole thing spins anti-clockwise.
The two figures look like they are riding a merry-go-round, with me in the center.
I do not spin with them but keep pointing in the same direction. A strong magnetic field builds, creating a bubble of energy all around us.
One of them says, “Where would you like to go?”
I look down in front of me to see a lit computer screen but no input device. “How do I work this,” I ask.
“Use your imagination,” is the reply. I still don’t know which of them is talking to me.
I began to think about finding solutions, about information relating to creating positive changes in the world. Information about how to change the way we think. Information as to why it is difficult for people to change the way they think.
I tapped the screen with my right forefinger. It beeped. Then it started to hum. The rotation of the wheel increased. The two figures were grinning like idiots and whooping, holding on tight as the centrifugal force pulled them away from the center.
Now I’m looking at a counter top, a plain neutral coloured counter top. I touch the counter with my right hand. It is covered in a transparent sticky substance that clings to my skin. When I try to pull it off with my left hand it clings to my left hand too. I’m completely stuck.
Waving my hands around makes things worse, as the movement causes the sticky stuff to wrap itself even more tightly around my fingers and wrists.
“Help,” I yell.
A bowl of water materializes, hovering in front of me at waist level. Cautiously I put a tiny portion of my right little finger in the water. The water is warm and soothing, and immediately the sticky stuff starts to dissolve. I put the rest of my right hand in the water and the sitcky stuff disappears. I quickly put my left hand in the water until all of the goo is gone. I take my hands out and shake them off. I seem no worse for the wear.
“I presume that the sticky stuff is supposed to represent thought,” I say out loud, “but what does the water represent?”
“It has to do with feeling,” said the blue/silver robed being appearing out of the ether to my right.
“I didn’t like the way the sticky stuff felt,” I said.
“But you did like the water,” said the red/gold being who now appeared on my left.
“So are you saying that if I want to change the way I think I need to change the way I feel?”
“If you think of your feelings as the glue that you use to attach your thoughts to you, you won’t be far off the truth,” said the one in red.
I felt a tingle of excitement. “Would it also be true to say that there are feelings that act like cleansing water,” I said.
The blue figure replied, “Precisely.”
“So how do I generate the cleansing water feelings?” I asked.
They both smiled. The blue one said, “Try taking a bath or having a shower.”
“That’s it? It can’t be as simple as that,” I said.
I could sense a certain exasperation in the two of them. They paused for a moment and then the blue one said, “It is and it isn’t. For most day-to-day thought activity you can cleanse yourself just as you clean off a day’s accumulation of dirt by bathing. But for deeper stuff you need to reach deeper into your cell structure.”
“How do I do that?”
“This is where it gets a bit tricky,” said red. “You have to change your frequency.” Blue continued, “You change your frequency by altering the structure of your world. By changing some small aspect of your appearance or your environment you change the frequency of your conditioning.”
“But what would you change?” I said, “How would you know what to change?”
“Any change made with intent will attach that thought/feeling to the change in frequency. You can track the effect by monitoring the response the world gives you.”
“There must be some changes that are more powerful than others,” I said, “perhaps these could be categorized.”
I felt a sudden increase in energy, as if a thousand people all shouted hurray at the same time.
Suddenly I was back at my desk in the library. I could hear applause and happy sounding voices.
“This is a great project, thank you for helping us to identify it so clearly,” said a voice in my headphones.
“Come back soon and see what we have come up with,” said another. I could feel my energy waning so I put down my headphones and returned fully to my body.
Instantly I find myself looking up at a most impressive building, with huge marble steps leading up to vast pillars supporting a Roman style facade. I walk up the steps and in through the glass revolving doors.
Directly in front of me is a huge reception counter, with a number of people dealing with requests for information.
I know in some way that the library is alive, so I by-pass the receptionists and ask my question mentally. “I would like to be taken to the most technologically advanced area of the library,” I said.
I am taken to the left, to a room with a number of people sitting in front of flat screen monitors. All of them are wearing headphones. I am directed to an empty chair.
I pick up the headphones and put them on.
I hear a jumble of voices, like a cocktail party with everyone speaking at once. The screen in front of me lights up and I see a pattern of swirling lights, pastel colours like clouds or oil patterns on water. The pattern looks random, like a screen saver.
My attention is drawn to a boiling cloud of white and pink and gold. I notice that as I pay attention to the cloud that some of the voices subside and some seem to increase in volume.
I hear someone ask, “How does it make you feel?”
I look more closely at the boiling cloud. As I do so I feel myself falling forward into the cloud. “Try this,” says another voice and beneath me a molded seat forms, a little bit like a jet-ski with a joy stick in the center for me to hold onto.
Now I’m riding the boiling cloud but not going anywhere. “What do I do now?” I wonder.
To one side, or above and to the other side, or below (I’m not quite sure of how I’m viewing this) two beings materialize. The one above is dressed in blue and silver and has long white hair, the one below is dressed in red and gold and has short black hair. A metal beam attaches my jet-ski to both of them, so that I am the central hub of what is now a spinning wheel. The blue figure goes forward and the red figure goes backwards, the whole thing spins anti-clockwise.
The two figures look like they are riding a merry-go-round, with me in the center.
I do not spin with them but keep pointing in the same direction. A strong magnetic field builds, creating a bubble of energy all around us.
One of them says, “Where would you like to go?”
I look down in front of me to see a lit computer screen but no input device. “How do I work this,” I ask.
“Use your imagination,” is the reply. I still don’t know which of them is talking to me.
I began to think about finding solutions, about information relating to creating positive changes in the world. Information about how to change the way we think. Information as to why it is difficult for people to change the way they think.
I tapped the screen with my right forefinger. It beeped. Then it started to hum. The rotation of the wheel increased. The two figures were grinning like idiots and whooping, holding on tight as the centrifugal force pulled them away from the center.
Now I’m looking at a counter top, a plain neutral coloured counter top. I touch the counter with my right hand. It is covered in a transparent sticky substance that clings to my skin. When I try to pull it off with my left hand it clings to my left hand too. I’m completely stuck.
Waving my hands around makes things worse, as the movement causes the sticky stuff to wrap itself even more tightly around my fingers and wrists.
“Help,” I yell.
A bowl of water materializes, hovering in front of me at waist level. Cautiously I put a tiny portion of my right little finger in the water. The water is warm and soothing, and immediately the sticky stuff starts to dissolve. I put the rest of my right hand in the water and the sitcky stuff disappears. I quickly put my left hand in the water until all of the goo is gone. I take my hands out and shake them off. I seem no worse for the wear.
“I presume that the sticky stuff is supposed to represent thought,” I say out loud, “but what does the water represent?”
“It has to do with feeling,” said the blue/silver robed being appearing out of the ether to my right.
“I didn’t like the way the sticky stuff felt,” I said.
“But you did like the water,” said the red/gold being who now appeared on my left.
“So are you saying that if I want to change the way I think I need to change the way I feel?”
“If you think of your feelings as the glue that you use to attach your thoughts to you, you won’t be far off the truth,” said the one in red.
I felt a tingle of excitement. “Would it also be true to say that there are feelings that act like cleansing water,” I said.
The blue figure replied, “Precisely.”
“So how do I generate the cleansing water feelings?” I asked.
They both smiled. The blue one said, “Try taking a bath or having a shower.”
“That’s it? It can’t be as simple as that,” I said.
I could sense a certain exasperation in the two of them. They paused for a moment and then the blue one said, “It is and it isn’t. For most day-to-day thought activity you can cleanse yourself just as you clean off a day’s accumulation of dirt by bathing. But for deeper stuff you need to reach deeper into your cell structure.”
“How do I do that?”
“This is where it gets a bit tricky,” said red. “You have to change your frequency.” Blue continued, “You change your frequency by altering the structure of your world. By changing some small aspect of your appearance or your environment you change the frequency of your conditioning.”
“But what would you change?” I said, “How would you know what to change?”
“Any change made with intent will attach that thought/feeling to the change in frequency. You can track the effect by monitoring the response the world gives you.”
“There must be some changes that are more powerful than others,” I said, “perhaps these could be categorized.”
I felt a sudden increase in energy, as if a thousand people all shouted hurray at the same time.
Suddenly I was back at my desk in the library. I could hear applause and happy sounding voices.
“This is a great project, thank you for helping us to identify it so clearly,” said a voice in my headphones.
“Come back soon and see what we have come up with,” said another. I could feel my energy waning so I put down my headphones and returned fully to my body.
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