Valley of the Souls continued

Consequences 

    So here I was, completely out of my meditation and left to wonder about what had just happened. To this day I can sit and reflect on my actions, or lack thereof, and I still have questions about why this went forward and why my naivety left me so totally open to what had happened and what would have happened if I had been aware enough to say no and just leave the meditative state I was in. It doesn't matter because it is over and I have become a much more aware person as a result. Still, the experience, unawares to me, was just beginning. The situation was just getting started and was not close to ending it anytime soon.

    I was very fortunate to have a mentor in my life at the time who gave me a much vaster understanding of the other worlds and how to deal with situations that may arise in dealing with them. So this whole experience was running through my head, every little detail as it happened, as well as the very real pain I was feeling in my arm where spider woman had bitten me. 

    Later the following day we got together, as we so often did, and I went into detail about what had happened and how this entity had bitten me. All the time I kept glancing at her face as she seemed deep into concentration over what I was telling her, her face showing deep concern over what I was explaining had happened to me during my meditation. When I was finished I just stared ahead through the windshield of her vehicle in a daze, waiting for her to respond.

    "What have you done?" She questioned me as I stared through the window of her vehicle. "Why in hells name did you do that?" 

    I shrugged my shoulders. I had no explanation and I really didn't understand any of what had just happened.

    "This is bad, Don," she added. "I don't know if there is anything you can do. I don't think I can do anything. I am not sure anyone can do anything. Let me call the shaman and see what he can do. I still don't think he can help. You are in real trouble." 

  The shaman was a mutual friend we had. Quite powerful in his own regards and I held out hope perhaps he could help? I listened to her talk on the phone for what seemed like forever. Listening for her quest for help and advice as she probed him for answers. And the whole time I was gradually coming to an understanding that I had been duped. That both of these beings had worked on my ego and my trust and had manipulated the situation so that I would agree with them and say yes. That was all they needed. An action in the affirmative by me. And I had given approval and now I was trapped. 

    The longer I sat there the angrier I got. Anger at them, but mostly anger at myself. Anger at allowing myself to be so naive as to be duped so easily!

    "Well, you're on your own," she responded as she finished her conversation with him. "He isn't sure what to do and he told me you just have to deal with the situation and you are on your own. Maybe you will die?"

    We were silent for a few minutes as we both delved into our own consciousness for a way to remove this entity before she spoke up. My anger at this point was palatable and I could almost taste it. I was beyond anger.

    "I am going to tell you a story," she finally spoke up, breaking the silence, "this is about my mentor."

    

    Her mentor was a shaman who practiced along the path of Carlos Castaneda. A Peruvian born shaman who trained under a Yaqui shaman named Juan Matus. Her mentor was trained under one of Carlos Castaneda's students as well as receiving training by shamans on the Navajo and Hopi Indian reservations in the four corners area of the United States. My mentor was tutored by this Shaman.

    "He was living on the reservation and was being tutored by a shaman there," she added," one day he was in a meditative state similar to where you were. While he was in this state he met a shaman who challenged him while on his journey. In his journey this shaman picked up a stick and drew a line in the sand between the two of them. The shaman pointed at the line and dared him to cross over the line. So he took him up on the dare and proudly jumped over the line thinking he was powerful enough to deal with this shaman who had dared him. He was immediately lost in a dream and his body went into convulsions. It was so bad that the shaman who was working with him had to to restrain him and tie him to a tree. It took three days worth of intense ritual practice before he found his way back to his body and the spirit was removed. This is what you have just done. You have crossed the line. You are not convulsing. But you have let this being in and I don't know what I can do for you."

    My mind raced in panicked anger as I thought about how I was going to deal with this. This wasn't right! I had been trapped by my own arrogance and if anyone was going to take care of this it was going to have to be me. Anger has a power of it's own. It is a powerful tool if used right and I was about to use it.

    "I have to do something..." I said in a hushed voice. "I need to take care of this!"

    "Well, be careful," she replied as she dropped me off. "Don't make it worse for heavens sake!"

    The next day found me creating sacred space and asking the universe for help as I prepared myself for whatever it is I must do. My anger was still very much evident and I was determined to do something to help myself. In the end, I was responsible for my predicament and now I was going to have to find some way to undo whatever it was spider woman had done to me.

    As I entered my altered state I left all my thoughts behind and found myself in total darkness. I had no clue what I was going to do but felt confident I would be able to find the help I needed. So, I waited until I saw a light in the distance and worked myself towards the light, not knowing what I would find. Once I arrived where the light was I realized I was standing in some Mayan or Incan city that looked as if it had been long since deserted, save one rather large man standing in front of me. He was dressed very similar to the picture as far as his headdress goes, but he was without a shirt and was very muscular. He was wearing a leather apron with a jaded sword hanging from his side. He had on his feet a type of sandal with leather laces wrapping around his legs. On each side were torches that looked a lot like tiki torches we use today. At his feet wound an enormous snake, perhaps twenty or thirty feet long, and it was coiled through and around his legs, his large head staring at me, his eyes fixed on me. 

    "Who are you?" I asked in a rather guarded fashion and wondering if I was about to walk into another trap of some sort.

    "I am Quetzalcoatl," he replied as his voice rolled from his mouth. "You have asked for help. I am the one that was sent to help. Do you accept this help?" 

    I sat silent for a moment as I watched snakes head raise and stare menacingly at me, his tongue slithering between his lips.

    "Yes," I replied as I wondered how I ever got myself into this rather bizarre situation?

    "Give me your arm," he replied.

    With that I extended my left arm out and as he grabbed my hand he drew his jaded sword and in a flash cut my arm off at the elbow. Without saying a word he flung my arm at snake as snake, in one fell motion, raised his head and body up to snatch it out of the air and in an instant my left arm was removed at the elbow and traveling down snakes mouth.

    "It is done," he stated as he placed his sword back into his belt on his side. "Come back and see me when you are done with your quest."

    With that Quetzalcoatl turned and walked away while snake slithered along side him as he faded into the distance, leaving me alone in the darkness.

    I came out of my journey undaunted and still very angry. This was not what I had expected to happen, but then again, what did I expect to happen? Things of this nature do not work off of what a human perception is of what life or reason should be, nor of a perceived human conception of time either. If you go into a situation such as this it is not something you prepare for or even understand. It is a journey where spirit alone dictates how to deal with things. Spirit is the only thing that can see beyond a human beings perceived notion of how things should operate in the supernatural world. Ones human reactions and reasoning will fail to resolve the situation you would like resolved. Human perception can not perceive what non human entities, spiritual or extraterrestrial, are thinking. You must check human emotions and reason at the door with situations such as this. Unknowingly, this is what I was doing. This lack of organized action is what would save me from total disaster.

    The next day I again talked with my mentor and explained what had been happening to me in my altered state. Again she shook her head in silence as she contemplated what she can do to help me.

    "Look, I know I am just hoping I can get this done and undo whatever it is I have gotten myself into," I told her as the anger boiled in my veins. "I have to go back. I have to take care of spider woman somehow. I know I am on my own. But I am the only one at this point that can take care of this. Who else can I turn to?"

    I was angry and desperate. Anger has a power of its own. It is an emotion you can hold on to with a lot of energy and if you use this energy with clear intent and do not let it fog your thoughts it is quiet powerful. This is where my state of mind was. I had a lot of anger and I was about to direct this anger towards getting spider woman to release me.

    "I'll tell you what I can do," she responded quietly, "I'll send you my indian warrior to help you. You can have him for two weeks but at the end of two weeks I am calling him back."

    With that I was much more optimistic that I would be able to pull something off and remove spider woman from my life. At the time I really had little idea on how much of a deal this was on her part. These type of spirits and gifts are not to be taken lightly and it is a great honor to be able to have someone send something of a spiritual nature like this to someone else. Today I am greatly honored she did this. And I knew she had an indian warrior that was gifted her. We had actually been able to capture him on a photo on our phones a couple of times. 

 

    . To Be Continued...

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Valley of the Souls

Valley of the Souls 

    Several years ago, back when I was trying to understand what I was doing with my esoteric travels, I ran across a situation I didn't know was possible to happen to anyone. I trusted the process I had been taught about meditation techniques and creating sacred space and was really having a lot of success exploring the universe and more explicitly our solar system both in past and present tense.

    

    This experience was one of the most alarming and yet innocent things I had encountered up to that point in time and it left me perplexed and quiet confused over just what had happened to me and why. This journey haunts me to this day in more than one way. So here goes my experience. It is quiet long so I may break it up into two parts. 

    So I always began my journey with a light sage followed up with a visualization process where I surround my space I am journeying in with a clear protective bubble, followed by allowing the energy from my inner self to expand and filling up my protective bubble with golden energy to surround my body as I began my journey. Over the period of the year I had been making my journeys I never had any inclination I was under any harm and just naturally assumed I was safe. Of course, I never had any tangible threat to my safety up to that point either. This day was different however, and I mentioned this journey briefly in a previous post called 'Meditations and Inherent Risks'. This post will get into depth of what happened that day back in the late nineties.

    

This scene was very similar to the scene I had created for the purpose of my meditations. I had a process I had developed whereas I could travel deeply into the depths of my soul into a very relaxed almost hypnotic state. Once there I would relax on the shore in a beach chair with my feet buried in the sand at the waters edge. The beach wound around to the left similar to this scene with the beach winding around to the right as well creating a lagoon of sorts. To the right the shoreline rises into these amazing cliffs overlooking the ocean. Once I focused in on the scene I could spend up to an hour of real time deep in this meditative state. There was an old bungalow directly behind me under the palm and coconut trees. I mention the bungalow only because later in life it plays a part in my life.

    So here I would sit deep under my meditative state just enjoying the peaceful bliss of my private, secure, safe sanctuary. That is until he showed up.

    So I am sitting there in this blissful state staring out over the bay and listening to the waves lap up on shore and feeling at total ease when I noticed far down the shoreline to the right of me there was a figure moving. I was alarmed at first, seeing someone else in my sacred sanctuary I had created for my own personal bliss. Yet, there he was and he was walking straight towards me as I sat in my beach chair. 

    As he got closer I saw he was dressed in all black, kind of like like he was a nomad from the middle east. He was wearing a Thobe which was tied around the middle of his waist with a red sash tying his ensemble together. His skin was darker but more like a well tanned individual with a middle eastern look. His hair was jet black and shoulder length with some wavy loose curls. He had a well maintained beard and mustache and he was a rather handsome man with deep brown eyes. I watched in wonder as he approached me and silently stood next to me in my chair as I tried hard to understand who he was or why he was in my sacred space?

    I just starred at him for a bit, and he at me, and he smiled the most genuine smile I think I have ever felt. Still, I didn't understand how he could be here with me? The thought kept running through my head on if I should close this meditation out and return to my chair I left my body in, or to hear this man out? I wrestled with the decision of staying or leaving when I came to the conclusion if he was here it must have some meaning and he must be benevolent, shouldn't he? How else could he be here if he was not benevolent? So I resigned myself that this man, which had so non-chalantly walked into my meditational bliss, must be ok or he would not be here.

    The moment I had come to this conclusion he finally spoke.

    "Come with me," he said with a quiet and yet somewhat majestic air of authority in his voice. 

    With that I rose up from my chair and followed him as he led me back up the beach from where he had come from. Cutting away from the beach to the right we travelled up a well worn path through the waist high growth as he led me up the trail through the brush towards a cliff which overlooked the ocean. I could see the spot on the beach where I had been sitting when he had introduced himself now far below us. I stood next to him as the ocean breeze blew his robes back and swept his hair from his face back over his shoulders. I stared across the vastness of the ocean below us and was immediately overcome with the majestic beauty of the view in front of me.

    We both stood there for what seemed like forever before he turned and stared me in the eyes, stretching his arms out like he owned the place and emphatically stated with a smile,  "this could all be yours!" He exclaimed resolutely like he was about to give it to me. I just stood there, confused with as to how was I supposed to respond to his remark and who was he to think he could give me what I had created or something the creator was giving me to use free of charge? At this point I was very confused and did not really have much of a clue as to what was really going on? With that he motioned us back down the trail towards the beach to which I followed him as he led me back to the place where I had been sitting on my chair when he had introduced himself.

  

    As we approached the beach towards the chair which was waiting for me just where I had left it, another being showed up. I called her a being because I could not really make out what she was, and yet here she was.

    

    This picture pretty much defines the being I was introduced to by the man on the beach. She had a purple hue to her body. More of a lavender precisely. She was a mixture of what I would call the body of Medusa and the bottom half, like a centaur, but a shiny spider body vs a horse like a centaur. It resembled a black widow body. So her hair was long and braided and had a reggae look to it. Her face was beautiful with well built proportions with two fangs hanging from her mouth and she was naked down to her waist which seamlessly melded into the body of a black widow spider. "Follow her," he added as he turned and walked back up the beach. I just nodded and watched him walk back up the beach away from me and out of the meditation I was in. 

    "Give me your arm," she said, her voice rippling over me like some music from deep within the confines of time. I was immediately drawn to her voice which echoed from somewhere deep inside her soul.

    I found myself unconsciously reaching out my left arm to which she grabbed it and immediately bit her fangs into my arm, breaking the fangs off inside my arm as she withdrew her mouth.

    "OUCH!" I exclaimed as I withdrew my arm in pain. At that exact moment I recalled opening my eyes and jerking my arm physically off of the arm of the chair I was meditating in and rubbing my arm in pain before relaxing again and regaining my spot in the journey I was having.

    "You bit me you bitch!" I cried out in pain as I re-emerged back into my journey again.

    "Do not worry it will heal," she exclaimed non-chalantly as she smiled at me. "Here, jump on my back," she added as she extended her arm and lowered her abdomen to the ground while she waited for me to jump on. Once I had settled on her back she warned me to hold on tight as she sped down the beach towards a large cave opening at the far left hand side of the beach.

    "Jump off," she said as she motioned me towards what I assumed was an altar of some sort that was sitting on the ground near to the entrance of the cave. An eight sided granite stone perfectly level and polished as the sun shone off of it with an eight sided center portion slightly lighter in color than the rest of the stone. Brown with a tan center I stood in the center of this stone and watched as a multi colored light flowed from the bottom of the stone, flowing through me and disappearing off into the sky.

    "That is good," she replied with a smile on her face as she motioned me to jump back on after the stream of light had vanished into the sky. 

    And with that she was off again, running with great speed into the cave and deep into the bowels of the earth with me on her back, clutching my arms around her slender waist. Soon the walls of the cave gave way revealing a sinister site of souls floating and spinning around in place of the walls to which there was no depth, only the site of more and more souls trapped within the confines of spider woman's lair. All I could see was empty space as far as as the eye could see and soul after soul floating in endless space, twisting and turning to stare at me on the back of what I was referring to as spider woman at this point. This scene reminded me of a portrait taken from the book 'Dante's Inferno', where all the souls of hell made up the walls of the cave he was descending into. Very similar. Or the portrait of angels surrounding a portal towards heaven. So I often wonder if I was indeed traveling though a portal someplace.

    "What is this place?" I asked her as she made her way deeper and deeper into the cave.                                    "It is the valley of the souls," she responded as she traveled down through the great expanse of nothingness. "Hold on tightly. I don't want to lose you. If you fall off I will never be able to find you again."              With that I clung tightly to her waist as she traveled onward deeper and deeper though the valley of the souls until finally bursting through and seeing the valley of the souls disappear and we emerged into a world much like any other world, save it was colored in shades of purple and lavender. There was a stream running next to us as she stopped, the the water was light purple and flowing over the rocks looking kind of like some type of grape soda. The ground itself was a light violet colored, with the trees and ground all the same color with the same purple hue. Other than that it was very much similar to the world that humans walk in.

 

         With that we stopped next to an object similar to what I had stepped into as we had approached the cave entrance near the beach. This is very similar to that object. I stepped into the center of this making sure I was centered and not touching the brown marble stone. As I stood still on the tan colored stone a beam of light flowed from the stone, shot through my body, and where this beam of energy went I am not sure. The beam simply shot through me, into the sky and out of sight. Spiderwoman seemed satisfied after this energy beam shot through me but never made any attempt to touch the stones themselves. This stone was about four feet across with the smaller, lighter colored stone perhaps two foot across.

        What had happened I was not sure at the time. I was not sure why I accepted whatever was going on between this man I had met and Spiderwoman. I wasn't sure about anything and I was deeply confused over the whole incident. 

    Spiderwoman, pleased with what had happened, motioned me to jump back on her back and in no time at all we journeyed back through the valley of the souls and she dropped me off where I had met her and quickly left without saying another word. So there I was, by myself, standing on the beach like nothing had ever happened save for the bite on my arm.

    So this concludes part one of the journey. I will post part two later. For whatever reason I was pretty much oblivious to whatever danger I was in. I had willingly, although unconsciously, just submitted myself to a possession of sorts. Very much like a demonic possession. I had been chosen by her and with the bite she claimed possession of me and with the energy attachment she had me go though I was now sealed to her lair. I was her eyes and ears into the physical world and I was not even understanding what had happened. In a sense, I was almost a lost cause to her will. Almost...I will explain how I was able to retrieve myself and my sanity in part two. 

In the Depths of Darkness there is always light, 

you just need to understand how to see it.