My youngest son, 15 months old, fell asleep on my chest for his afternoon nap. About twenty minutes in when I realized he was breathing too heavily for me to be able to sleep, I wondered where his conscious focus was since it was no longer in physical reality. I projected my consciousness to the place where he was, and it was a vast field with thousands of beautiful yellow flowers, a clear meandering stream, a dense forest beyond the stream, and distant snow-capped mountains behind us.
He appeared as a twenty-something year old man, and I said, “Hey bud, did you make this place?” He said he did. I said, “So you like fields and mountains and streams like me huh?” He said, “Dad, everyone does,” with a laugh.
I told him it was a beautiful place, and that I’d show him my creation sometime soon, then I asked how we knew each other, as souls. He called to his oversoul, or the primary consciousness that had projected itself into a multitude of human lives over eons, maybe “egos” is a good term to use, or “personalities”. Hundreds of humans appeared and drew inward to him into a golden orb of light. I did the same, and there were thousands of individual humans that appeared and convened into my golden orb. Then the two orbs merged into one, and I still don’t understand how we know each other from this human level I’m typing with, but I felt some kind of revelation occur in that moment.
Did I invent this experience with my human imagination? And if so, does that mean it’s not “real”? It was all quite surprising to me, and it all happened quickly after intending to project my consciousness to where he was. But alas, I truly do not know. I suppose I’ll know when I’m dead.
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