A whiter shade of pale

We tripped the light fantastic,
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the doors (of perception),
I was feeling kind of far out,
And the mind called out for more…

My spiritual journey has been on the road now for exactly two years this week. I look in the mirror from time to time, the face is still the same (albeit with a few more lines and the levels of monochrome in the facial fur department have increased), but looking beyond the physical manifestation lies an inner self which is, to me at least, almost unrecognisable.

I reviewed my commitment today to both myself and others, a commitment which was a sincere pledge undertaken during those dark times and I’m happy to say that I’m on track. My personal outlook is and will continue to be my priority list. I’m a firm believer that it is our priorities that define who we are and how we are perceived by others, and when these priorities change, the universal order of things becomes chaotic, fragile. Often when one changes priority, it’s most often as a result of the ego kicking in, want and desire taking president over need and reason. My priority list is quite simple really:

  1. The Wife and Children.
  2. My health, well-being and search for enlightenment.
  3. My friends.
  4. Everything else.
  5. Work.

Work really is a distraction to what is important to me, but a necessary evil nonetheless. So when I do have to work away from my number one priority, I try to keep myself distracted, to fend off the pull and energy drain of “The Corporation”. This week saw me climbing over the roof of Millennium Dome on Tuesday with my brother-in-law, and Tuesday marked another milestone in my search for “the source”.

Following on from reshuffling of the priority list deck two years ago (whether that took place on a prioritisation table I’m not certain), I took up yoga, meditation and reiki which really help ground me, the glue to who I am now. At that time, I also saw an opportunity to open my still sceptical mind to alternative ways of thinking, alternative ways of operating, which inevitably led me to the door of my good friend in Eastham.

The catalyst to this change in consciousness was a gig in Chester. We went to see Nick Harper (a personal favourite of ours) but instead of taking up our usual front row seats, decided to stop at the bar and talk. And talk. And talk. Nick played majestically on his “Last Guitar”, as our conversation delved deeper and deeper, from quantum physics to Everetts Many World Interpretation, as Anthony Peake stroked Schrödinger’s Cat in a parallel universe somewhere.

Fascinated by all of this, I drove us both home (stopping to relieve myself on the way due to all the soft drinks) and bid my Peroni pal a fond farewell, with a mission to find out more about this Anthony Peake character. The next day I found that he had quite a few books out and more immediately available was a plethora of podcasts, vodcasts and articles on the web. I duly ordered ITLAD and downloaded most of his audio files. It was quite a departure from the former me, no woo-woo name calling was to come from my lips.

There was one particular podcast which drew my attention, it was his theories relating to the pineal gland. The pineal gland makes/secretes melatonin, the chemical which puts us to sleep each night. Peake posits that there is more to this pine-cone-shaped walnut than meets the (third) eye, in that it has the ability under certain conditions to
self-produce “metatonin”, a DMT-based neurochemical which can put the “secrete-ee” into altered states of consciousness.

One such “under certain conditions” is Lucia No 3, a Lucid Light Machine. This device is comprised of several halogen bulbs placed within what resembles a shower-head; it combines a stroboscope with a constant white light which induces a transcendental experience for the viewer.

So a few weeks back, I sent out a list of potential things to do with my chums in work whilst I was in London this week, including running events, the cinema and a “trip” to Light Eye Mind studio in Finsbury Park. I wasn’t hopeful that anyone would go with me to see Lucia, but was happy when “M” decided she would go with me, the lads stating that they would meet us up after for a spot of tiffin.

Eager to read as much of the remainder of ITLAD that I could before our visit, I managed to cram in a hundred pages on the redeye down to London, both eager and a bit apprehensive about what was to come.

Our journey to Finsbury Park took a while, but we arrived a little early and had to wait a wee while (apt as we were desperate for the toilet) for our hosts for the evening. Talking outside the store, “M” and I swapped our own stories about our own experiences, of spirituality, of alternative therapies and holistics.

We were met by “A”, “N” and “D” from Light Eye Mind, and within minutes it was clear that there were no egos involved here which was great. There was no big sell, all very humble and approachable folks. “A” resembling a young Russell Brand (hope that is taken as a compliment should he ever read this :D) introduced us to both the studio (which was displaying some cool artwork by Danny Wilder) and Lucia No 3. His suggestion of an initial three minute tester was well met by both of us, a sample of a longer session to follow if we felt ok with the machine.

Waiver forms dutifully signed (that we didn’t have epilepsy or deep rooted psychological problems), I stepped up as guinea pig and took to my seat. I decided to bring my own music, my approach was one of deep meditation (if that was possible) so on went my Kundalini Yoga playlist from Spotify, as did Lucia. In bright light with the eyelids closed, I guess we would all see a peachy glow, and before the strobe kicked in, that’s exactly what I saw, but once the strobe kicked in, everything changed. Everything changed. I saw art. My art. My eyelid was the easel, my mind the painter. Even though the tester session was brief, I managed to see / create fractal vistas of magnificent colours, a gallimaufry of spirals and shapes, more colours, more shapes, downwards spirals.

When the light dimmed, I took a deep breath and passed the cans over to “M” who selected some of “A’s” own tunes by a band called Carbon Based Life Forms and assumed the position. The three minutes went fast and she was done. She opened her eyes with the same “wow-look” I’d had and immediately wanted more, to get back to that place she had just been, and so she remained in-seat and took a further fifteen to twenty minute session.

I talked outside to “A” and shared my journey over the last two years with him, and he listened, really listened. It’s so refreshing to talk to folks like him, folks in-tune and attuned to one’s own frequency, not ridiculed or pilloried for looking at things in a different way. I told him I’d been reading a lot of Anthony Peake and studies into consciousness (Piero Scariffi), watched a great many videos regarding DMT and ayahuasca (Rick Strassman) and experienced first-hand universal energy flow via yoga, meditation, reiki (advising that I was now Reiki Level 2), and having listened to podcasts pointing the way to Lucia No 3, I’d decided give it a try and here I was.

When “M’s” session came to an end, “A” went to her to gently wake her as she  remained static. She opened her eyes, there and not there, seemingly having a full on hypnogogic experience, managing to finally reconnect her out of body consciousness with her physical form. We made sure she had settled before I took to the chair, the details of her trip to be shared after my own journey.

As the session was a lot longer, I decided to settle into a seated yoga position, and with mudra fully deployed I relaxed into it. Once again I began to create my own William Neal / Roger Dean prog-rock-album-cover type vistas. Isometric shapes began to form, mandalas created by thin illuminous “Tron-esqe” lines appeared, followed by what can only described as wormholes, deep blues and greens spiralling inwards and outwards. Then I saw a swastika, not the revolting symbol of the Nazism, but the softer ancient Hindu symbol, growing in size from central core before disappearing.

The most profound part was yet to come. I felt myself departing into a middle state, not conscious nor subconscious nor unconscious but somewhere in the middle. I remember being surrounded by a warm glow, with a central elipse of orange light (an eye if you will, or tunnel even), a place of peace, and for the first time I saw (or created) white light, three forms or shapes of white light presented themselves. Initially the three small star-like shapes (reminiscent of looking at a far off light source from underwater) moved and twisted, and then grew to be larger amorphous forms, the one on the left staying significantly smaller than the two on the right. It was then that the full on kundalini experience kicked in. I felt a surge of energy in my spine, emanating out from the base and traversing upwards through each chakra, through each of the seven tattoos on my back and out to the meridians.

Whether I was conscious, hypnogogic, unconscious or in another place altogether, I couldn’t say. Gradually the white forms faded and the whole scene turned a blood red orange and then upon reaching the darkness I came out of my altered state and opened my eyes. The energy did not stop however, it continued whilst I gave “A” and “M” commentary of my experience, as it did all of the way back to Finsbury Park train station.

I asked “M” about her experience on the way back and she said she too had seen swastikas, but associated these to the Second World War, and saw ghostly images (like those on film negatives) of soldiers passing her line of vision one by one.

We both felt quite tired and drained, but nonetheless we made it to the Brazilian restaurant where our work chums waited patiently (albeit with beers in hand), for the inevitable closed-mind ribbing and they did not disappoint. We were both fully prepared for the abuse, and took it all, good natured as it was.

One thing “A” told us was to watch out for our dreams that night, as a lot of people have very strange and vivid visions post-Lucia sessions. When I got in to work the next day, I asked “M” how she felt and did she have any interesting dreams, but sadly her dreams were even crapper than mine. She dreamt that she was in work testing a new IT product, mine was running a 10km race which involved climbing up a hill covered in snow, all rather boring…

ADDENDUM: Always a Cynic     

I got in late last night to a message from a friend of mine who’s into his metal in a big way. A favourite band of his is called Cynic (oh the irony) and he sent me a link to their latest video, them having taken a fork in the road to a more progressive rock style. The video itself was surreal, fractal art central, mandalas everywhere. Coincidence or just another universal synchronicity presenting itself?

Dream Diary: Day 4

DATE: 16th April 2014
TIME: 8 Hours 28 Mins
MEDITATION: Yes (30 mins before bed – Tai Chi / Zazen / Reiki)
REALITY CHECKS: Yes (a few times during the day)
MIND CHECKS: Yes (during meditation)
SLEEP TALK RECORDER: Yes (nothing of interest , other than a muffled “parp”)
HYPNOGOGIA: No
DREAM SIGNS: Yes
LUCIDITY: No

RECALL ALL: I was flicking, through the channels on the TV. Sugar mice in the rain…

Last night’s dreams are difficult to recall, to put into words. I can liken the imagery as I woke up to sitting on the sofa with the Sky remote, starting off at BBC on Channel 101 and ending up on Scuzz Channel 367, giving each channel on the way through a few seconds to impress me before I realise they are all full of boring dross and turning over to the next one.

It started off with me being in London and watching the second film in the Matrix trilogy, where Neo and Trinity getting jiggy with it, except this time it was odd. Very frickin odd. I can only liken it to the David Kronenburg film “Videodrome”, where James Woods takes hold of a revolver and his body morphs around it so it becomes part of him. Likewise in the dream, both Neo’s and Trinity’s arms and legs morph into the others until they become one amorphous abomination. Although it started off with me watching it on the silver screen, my vista soon changed so that I was in the room with them. Soon after a different scene, with me packing several suitcases in a hotel room, which almost as quickly changed into me taking part in the next version of Hunger Games, again almost as brief, my only recollection was being in a forest trying to activate a glow stick (but it was more of a transparent canister), with dire consequences as it heated up exponentially, a bit like the power cell in Superman I, which melted through the floor.

After I awoke briefly, I drifted off again and back to London, where I was in the office, my last day on the project. All I remember was that “S” was sitting next to me smoking a joint (I do remember smelling it, something I didn’t think one could do in dreams [like my ability to read in dreams which I have experienced this week], recalling that it smelled like a normal roll-up rather than the good stuff). Both he and “R” decided not to give me my leaving present which was on a folder up piece of paper, before an ex-colleague “F” who had a head full of hair (very improbable) asked me where I was moving to, his face fading and the dream ending.

Dream Signs: Neo/Trinity (Form/Context); “S” smoking (Context) Hunger Games (Action); “F” with hair (Form).

(NOTE: So after 4 nights of trying, the Dream Signs are most definitely there that is for certain, but there is no indication as of yet that my conscious state has the ability to recognise them and attempt to persuade my subconscious to look at my right hand. That is what I am looking for in my dreams, as soon as I see my right palm coming into focus, I will know that there has been progress. I will not lose faith, I will persevere. Patience is a virtue, as well as an awesome song by Guns N Roses…

Dream Diary: Day 3

DATE: 15th April 2014
TIME: 8 Hours 10 Mins
MEDITATION: Partial (30 mins in morning – Tai Chi / Zazen / Reiki)
REALITY CHECKS: Yes (4 times during the day / in between dreams)
MIND CHECKS: Yes (5 mins before sleep)
SLEEP TALK RECORDER: Yes (although nothing significant recorded)
HYPNOGOGIA: No
DREAM SIGNS: Yes
LUCIDITY: No

RECALL ONE: Back in the DHSS…

Another day back in the office. As I walk through the dark narrow corridor before entrance, I hear the ringing of phones. Another day back in the call centre. Mid way through my shift “GM” call me over to his desk, which for some reason is in the middle of a huge wire frame contraption which goes up a few hundred feet, noting that there was no ceiling to the office, above us only sky. He states that if I wanted, I could climb to the top of the tower and take a zip ride all the way to the bottom, as long as I would make a donation to a LGBT Charity (associated to the Pride movement), which I thought was a bit odd as he was the school bully for many years at my comprehensive school.

I agree and begin to climb the tower with a female colleague I do not know the name of. We both reach the top and secure ourselves for the zip ride. As we make our way down, I realise that the whole thing as actually a big zipper, as we speed down the spiral, I look back and the wire frame has turned into material and the two pieces separate like the zipper on a pair of denim jeans. As I get towards the bottom going faster and faster my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: Working with “GM” (Context); “GM” interested in gay rights (Inner Awareness); Wire Frame (F); Zipwiring in office (Action)

RECALL TWO: School Dayz…

I enter the place where we are having our school reunion, it appears to be a dome type structure, a marquee of some sorts, in dark aqua marine. There is one main room where a lot of people already are, with an annexe towards the back. I see “SD” and “JD”, girls I hadn’t seen in over 30 years. As others start to filter into the room I see “K” and “H”, former friends who I hadn’t seen for quite a while as we fell out many years ago. I go over to Ken who now has no hair and his ears are sticking out, I smile to myself that he now looks like the character “Pob” from the Welsh TV station S4C.

After saying hello to “H” who I had not changed one bit in the last 15 years, I make my way to the back annexe. I see “AW” who used to be my best friend at junior school, he and a few others are gathered around a machine which presses pennies into commemorative coins for certain events, although I cannot the design of the pressed item. “AW” has an oddly shaped key and he appears to be some sort of machine repair man. I walk over to him and say ‘“AW”, I haven’t seen you in a long time, what are you doing these days?’ I look away temporarily towards an outside cooking area and when I turn back, “AW” replies to my question but with a stutter, his face has changed into “SM” and he continues by saying that he was a forensic solicitor, a private investigator who looked at cases that police couldn’t solve. We walk outside towards the cooking area, and find that it is a serve-cook, self-serve place, so I start to cook us some steaks, as I do so my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: “K” and “H” at my school reunion (Context); “K” looking like Pob ” (Form); “AW” turning into “SM” (Form)

RECALL THREEE: CSI: Irtby…

I am on a train in a dark tunnel. The place is completely black and no lights are on. I know I’m on a train because I can hear the familiar noise of the train going down the track as well as the rocking motion. As the train leaves the tunnel, I realise that I am sitting next to “AW” (who is “AW” and not “SM” this time) and he tells me of the case he is working on. It is a very strange one. As he describes it to me, my vision changes to the actual scene of the original crime (like a dream within a dream), and I am in a really old and creepy house. At the bottom of the staircase, there are two small children, accompanied by their mother, a grotesque character who is a miniature version of a woman. All of her features are relative, just miniscule in comparison to someone of her age. She must be around the height of a two year old child.

My vision of the house fades, and I am back on the train, “AW” continues his story that it is alleged that the woman who was into dark arts and that she had murdered both of her children, and herself, but that no bodies were ever found. He is onto a lead in the case which is taking us north to the National Library Archives. As the train passes close by to a road sign, I see that we are near to Chester-Le-Street, and a short while later, we go past the Newcastle river side, the Tyne in full view. Our final destination is Irtby (which I see in big letters on the platform sign) and we get off the train and make our way over to the archives building, which coincidentally is on to the train station platform.

We go in to a small room and I’m surprised to see my friends “L” and “C” in there looking for books. This archives had a specific children’s book section and that was were “AW” suggested we go. On a small scrap of old parchment, I can make out scrawled letters EDIN TONBLY, and I point out to “AW” that it is an anagram of Enid Blyton and that we should look for her section. We find it and start scanning the bookshelves, and right in the middle of her archive, there is an ancient looking tome called “Exhumus”. I pick it of the shelf, and it’s not really a book, it has book like appearance, but also like packet. As I go to open it, dust starts to fall out. I open it and to my horror I find the ashes of the two small children and the mother, as well as the small shrunken skull of the evil matriarch. Accompanied with the remains, there are some odd black magic trinkets. I realise that the clue was in the book title, “Exhumus” relating to exhume – to unearth, and that is exactly what we have done. All of a sudden a character who is sitting on a chair at the end of the aisle approaches. It is Derek Dick (Fish from the rock band Marillion) and he tries to steal the trinkets from the ashes, as he does so, my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: “AW” and I on investigation (Context); Miniature matriarch (Form); “L” and “C” in Irtby Archives (Context); Fish (Context)

Dream Diary: Day 2

DATE: 14th April 2014
TIME: 7 Hours 45 Mins
MEDITATION: Partial (meditation / reiki flow during Tai Chi)
REALITY CHECKS: Yes (throughout the day / before bed and also in between dreams)
MIND CHECKS: Yes (before bed)
SLEEP TALK RECORDER: Yes (although nothing significant recorded)
HYPNOGOGIA: No
DREAM SIGNS: Yes
LUCIDITY: No

RECALL ONE: This is getting Sicily…

The wife and I now live in Sicily, and there is a distinct lack of children around us. We have recently moved from England but are disgusted by all the rubbish in the streets and in the rivers and beaches. There is literally rubbish everywhere we look, piled deep everywhere. We are currently living in the same hotel as the United Nations Refuse Committee (C) and spend most of our days riding around on a Vespa like in the film Roman Holiday, my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: Sicily (Context); UNRC (Context)

RECALL TWO: Holiday in Malaysia…

The hustle and bustle of the Annual Works Ball. The wife and I are really enjoying ourselves, mingling with colleagues and generally having a good time. I bump into “M” who is a great guy, originally from Poland he is very good at what he does but his zest for life and surfing is second to none. He and I share a secret and he nearly gives the game away to my wife before I tell her. As “M” looks on smiling, I tell her that I have planned for the kids to be looked after whilst I take her away for the weekend after the Annual Works Ball finishes to Pangkor, our favourite place in the world for a bit of rest and relaxation. Overjoyed, we board the plane and land hours later on the island itself (not Kuala Lumpur International Airport).

We are checked into the hotel by a smiling Malaysian lady, and we make our way to the top of the hill to drop our bags off. Shortly after, we go down to the beach and make our way to a small cave and in a one man kayak is “M” again, smiling as usual. The wife and I get in a two man canoe and head out of the fast running water and out to sea. On the horizon, a typical mid-day storm starts to appear on the horizon, so we paddle back and make our way back up to our room. The room in the hotel is the highest point on the island, and the tropical storm leaves us a little scared so we make our way to reception and back to the smiling receptionist, except this time she looks concerned. She advises that we go directly to Nipah Bay and we would be met there by someone at a different hotel. We do so and are shocked at what we see, Nipah Bay is a dirty seaside town, everything the hotel, the cars, the people are covered in layers of dirt and dust. We stand on a decrepit boardwalk which gives way and we fall on to the beach. We look to the right and can see an island to our right, with big red capital letters entitled GUAM (with Chinese writing underneath) and behind the sign is a huge roller coaster, the storm clouds closing in overhead. At the dark clouds approach, Nazi Luftwaffe fly out of the clouds and start bombing both Nipah Bay and Guam from Messerschmitt planes and as we flee across the beach, my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: Pangkor Airport (Context); Storm (Action); Nazis (Context)

RECALL THREE: Parenting advice for Paltrow…

Amongst the flashing cameras and the noise of the paparazzi patois, I stand on the red carpet and the Annual Oscars Award and see Gwyneth Paltrow. I go over to her and start chatting to her about work-life balance. I express my concerns over the lack of time she is spending with her children (especially now that she has separated from Chris Martin), and that in my opinion she should take a couple of years out and go back to film making after the youngest starts school. She doesn’t dismiss my ideas and ponders a while, as my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: Oscars (Context); Gwyneth Paltrow (Context)

Marked for life

I have been planning to, meaning to, get a back tattoo for many, many years. Back in the day when I was into darker arts and influenced by the artwork of H.R Geiger, I was going to get a flying ‘Genestealer’ alien which covered the whole of my back. I did come across the perfect image once, but as it was a photo of someone’s back, it wasn’t clear enough to print, so I never did get it done, and I guess I’m kind of glad of that now.

My experiences over the last 18 months have completely changed my priorities, outlook and well being, and in the main it’s been down to my uptake of yoga, meditation, reiki and soon to be Tai Chi which I begin this Monday. I have also come to recognise that the number seven comes up an awful lot in my life, and I am of the opinion that for some reason something significant will happen to me on or around my imminent forty-second birthday.

In Hinduism and other belief systems, chakras are energy points in the subtle body. They are located at the physical counterparts of the major plexuses of arteries, veins and nerves. Chakras are part of the subtle body, not the physical body, and as such are the meeting points of the subtle (non-physical) energy channels, called nadiis. Nadiis are channels in the subtle body through which the life force (prana), or vital energy moves. Reiki…

There are seven chakras that are considered to be the most important ones. The word chakra derives from the Sanskrit word for “wheel” or “turning”, but in the yogic context a better translation of the word is ‘vortex or whirlpool’. Each of the seven chakras represents a seven year cycle, and at age forty-two, I will reach the sixth cycle of my physical existence.

The Ajna chakra (which is the sixth chakra) is symbolised by a lotus with two petals. It is at this point that the two side nadis Ida (yoga) and Pingala are said to terminate and merge with the central channel Shashuma, signifying the end of duality. The seed syllable for this chakra is the syllable OM.

The Anya chakra is known as the third eye chakra and is linked to the pineal gland which may inform a model of its envisioning. The pineal gland is a light sensitive gland that produces the hormone melatonin which regulates sleep and waking up, and is also postulated to be the production site of the psychedelic dimethyltryptamine, the only known hallucinogen endogenous to the human body.

Ajna’s key issues involve balancing the higher and lower selves and trusting inner guidance. Ajna’s inner aspect relates to the access of intuition. Mentally, Ajna deals with visual consciousness. Emotionally, Ajna deals with clarity on an intuitive level.

In Tibetan Buddhism, this point is actually the end of the central channel, since the central channel rises up from the sexual organ to the crown of the head, and then curves over the head and down to the third eye. While the central channel finishes here, the two side channels continue down to the two nostrils.

I have done a lot of research this year into consciousness studies and more specifically the pineal gland. If this chakra does represent the pineal gland (and associated connections to the super-conscious higher self and subconscious) then maybe it’s no surprise that I am drawing my own esoteric conclusions as to why forty-two is significant for me.

So to mark this event, I have finally landed on the design for my back tattoo (I must get the “down” removed from my lower back):

I have placed a deposit down already and I’m booked in for the 28 June (due to the high demand for the quality services of our local inker) though I will go into the store today to share my design and ask to be put on any cancellation list he has to get it done sooner.

Being inked with each chakra will help my meditation and help my reiki, as each time I cycle through each Solfeggio Frequency, I cycle through each chakra point, I cycle through each tattoo…

Solfeggio Frequencies

From a timing perspective, it takes a while to find that certain soundtrack for the perfect reiki / meditation session. I’ve been trying to find that for some time now and I now think I have found it, having gone through Indian (both Eastern and Western), Chinese and Japanese. During further research into my tinnitus, I came across various white noise apps one can download, but also came across Solfeggio Frequencies.

Solfeggio Frequencies make up the ancient tonal scale thought to have been used in sacred music, including the quite sublime and soothing Gregorian Chants. The chants and their special tones were believed to impart spiritual blessings when sung in harmony. Each Solfeggio tone is comprised of a frequency required to balance energy and keep the body, mind and spirit in perfect harmony. It is said that these frequencies are so powerful, they can literally bring you back to the original tones of the heavenly spheres and put your body into a balanced resonance, and that Solfeggio music is the key to the Universe. What I have found is that listening to them during reiki and meditation helps me to heal, helps me to find harmony, health and well-being.

Although it is said that there are six main Solfeggio Frequencies, I have found there are another three, but a major one which maps perfectly to the crown chakra (the awakening of the perfect state). So is it just coincidence that there are seven notes in the traditional Western diatonic scale (major or minor), seven visible colours in the terahertz frequency / nanometer range, seven sacred chakras and now seven (six plus one) main Solfeggio Frequencies?

The seven (six plus one) main Solfeggio Frequencies are:

  • 396 Hz – Liberating Guilt and Fear, Turning Grief into Joy
  • 417 Hz – Undoing Situations and Facilitating Change
  • 528 Hz – Transformation and Miracles (DNA Repair)
  • 639 Hz – Relationships / Connecting with Spiritual Family
  • 741 Hz – Expression / Solutions, Cleaning & Solving
  • 852 Hz – Returning to Spiritual Order
  • 963 Hz – Awaken the Perfect State

The meaning behind each Solfeggio Frequency is as follows:

  • 396 Hz – Liberating Guilt and Fear, Turning Grief into Joy: This frequency liberates the energy and has beneficial effects on feelings of guilt. It cleanses the feeling of guilt, which often represents one of the basic obstacles to realization, enabling achievement of goals in the most direct way. This tone tone releases you from the feeling of guilt and fear by bringing down the defence mechanisms. 396 Hz frequency searches out hidden blockages, subconscious negative beliefs, and ideas that have led to your present situations.
  • 417 Hz – Undoing Situations and Facilitating Change: The next main tone from the Solfeggio scale produces energy to bring about change. This frequency cleanses traumatic experiences and clears destructive influences of past events. When speaking of cellular processes, this tone encourages the cell and its functions in an optimal way. 417 Hz frequency puts you in touch with an inexhaustible source of energy that allows you to change your life.
  • 528 Hz – Transformation and Miracles (DNA Repair): This tone is used to return human DNA to its original, perfect state. This frequency brings transformation and miracles into your life. The process of DNA reparation is followed by beneficial effects – increased amount of life energy, clarity of mind, awareness, awakened or activated creativity, ecstatic states like deep inner peace, dance and celebration. This tone activates your imagination, intention and intuition to operate for your highest and best purpose.
  • 639 Hz – Relationships / Connecting with Spiritual Family: Another frequency from the sacred Solfeggio scale. It enables creation of harmonious community and harmonious interpersonal relationships. This tone can be used for dealing with relationships problems – those in family, between partners, friends or social problems. When talking about cellular processes, 639 Hz frequency can be used to encourage the cell to communicate with its environment. This ancient Solfeggio frequency enhances communication, understanding, tolerance and love.
  • 741 Hz – Expression / Solutions, Cleaning & Solving: It cleans the cell (“Solve polluti“) from the toxins. Frequent use of 741 Hz leads to a healthier, simpler life, and also to changes in diet towards foods which are not poisoned by various kinds of toxins. This tone cleans the cell from different kinds of electromagnetic radiations. Another application of this sound frequency is solving problems of any nature. The fifth frequency of the Solfeggio scale will also lead you into the power of self-expression, which results in a pure and stable life.
  • 852 Hz – Returning to Spiritual Order: This tone is linked to your ability to see through the illusions of your life, such as hidden agendas of people, places and things. This frequency can be used as means for opening a person up for communication with the all-embracing Spirit. It raises awareness and lets you return to spiritual order. Regarding cellular processes, 852 Hz enables the cell to transform itself into a system of higher level.
  • 963 Hz – Awaken the Perfect State: This tone awakens any system to its original, perfect state. It is connected with the Light and all-embracing Spirit, and enables direct experience, the return to Oneness. Frequent use of 963 Hz re-connects you with the Spirit, or the non-vibrational energies of the spiritual world. It will enable you to experience Oneness – our true nature.

Even Einstein knew the score…
Albert Einstein stated: “Concerning matter, we have been all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered as to be perceptible to the senses. There is no matter.” All matter beings vibrate at specific rates and everything has its own melody. The musical nature of nuclear matter from atoms to galaxies is now finally being recognized by science.

For those of you who have Spotify (either Spotify-Lite or Spotify Premium which I have), there is an album called Solfeggio Frequency by Anemona Brainwave which contains all nine Solfeggio Frequencies. It really is an amazing accompaniment when one is trying to get into the zen mode. Check it out…

Reiki Diary Level 2 Cleansing: FINAL

Awake. More than the opposite of not asleep. Much more. Awake as in awakened. Awakened to the fact I’m now of the opinion that life is more than just existence, more than materialism and physicalism. My journey over the last twenty-one days has given me an all-new direction, one which was there all along, just that I was looking in the wrong place. I had tried the Buddhist Meditation Centre, I had tried yoga through the Samsung suite of applications on my SMART TV, I had tried looking into radical and far out new age theories, longing for a return to the inner peace I had last summer. None of those things did it for me. Granted they were very interesting and are all part of the new me, but reiki really was there all along, waiting for me to remember.

Eventually I did remember and booked myself in for a standard session with “L”. It was only after talking with her for many hours that I decided to go to the next level. She is totally convinced that I am very spiritual, that I have the ability to feel, hone in on and harness the universes’ invisible energy current for my own personal use, and eventually for use on others (when I felt the time was right).

Everything that happened during the day went past in a blur, no real focus or mental notes on what was happening and nothing that was happening had any significance, instead my focus was on the weather report and on the clock. I didn’t really need to consult the Met Office often too often though, as all I needed to do was look out of the window, not a cloud to spoil the aqua marine blueness of the earth’s lid.

I was getting rather excited by late afternoon and it was then that I started to gather up the things on my checklist for the beach. Picnic mat, blanket, hand-warmers, herbal tea, lighter, joysticks, yoga chairs,x-mini speakers, portable Buddha figurine and of course Chupa Chup lollipops. I got a message from “L” around that time saying that she had a surprise in store, and also was it ok for her boyfriend to come down and take some photos of her first beach attunement.

Just as I was closing the lid on my laptop, I noticed something that had been staring me in the face for literally two weeks. I had changed my laptop wallpaper after I had started meditating each morning to that of a solitary meditating figure, silhouetted from a light source in front of him. The realisation was that it was me. It was I that sat on the floor in the half-lotus position (the yellowy hue representing the beach). It was the setting sun behind wispy clouds which would be in the same position, behind the same wispy clouds as predicted by the Met office. It was the dark line at the edge of the horizon that represented the Irish Sea at its lowest ebb.

And so 5:15pm came, time to go. Firing up the Jeep I headed down the bright sun-lit streets and made my way to the lane which leads to the particular stretch of beach scheduled for the session. I got there a little early but I did so on purpose, sitting in the car, looking out to sea, my favourite track on the car CD player, pre-meditated and pre-meditation. It wasn’t too long before “L” and “P” joined me in their respective automobiles, “L” sharing the news that someone had just crashed into her car, leaving only a minor dent in the VW, no injuries acquired.

After gathering all of the things from the boot of the car, we made our way over the beach to a spot I had selected earlier and set up camp for the next two hours. Once everything was set up, she revealed the first surprise of the evening, which was that she was going to start my Reiki Level Three by inscribing on me the reiki master symbol (Dai Ku Myo) and that journey (although longer) would start today, and by doing so, I would attune “P”. When she sent me the text earlier, I had a strange feeling that she was going to say that. Once thing she did say was that of the students that she had brought through the ranks in the past year(s|), the energies she felt in me were really strong, and that my intentions for inner and outer healing (of others) were virtuous and just to do this tonight.

With that, I drew the reiki symbols on the sand so I could show her that I had learned them, which she was happy with. Sat comfortably on the yoga bean-bag chair, I then closed my eyes, “zenned” out, getting lost in the rhythm of the music as she made her way around my various chakras. I was facing the sun, universal energy from the source, and as I did so, I felt the energy coursing, my eyes, nose and lips trembling with kinetics as swirls of ghostly-white mist filled my view. It felt incredible. It felt real. It did not feel like it was the result of some psychosomatic delusion or projected hallucination, it felt like a connection, with another person, with another force.

After the attunement was complete, I sat a while in position still, raising my awareness to where we where and not that other place briefly, and then it was my turn to attune “P”, which I did. The energy was not so intense this time, perhaps because it was the first time that I had done it, but it was a good one nonetheless. When I asked him to bring his awareness back to the here and now, he did so, but almost not as he said he was drifting off to sleep (I do have that effect on people, women mostly)…

We talked a while about the experience and it was at that point that I had a revelation. I had been looking for reiki shares and meditation circles for some time over the last 6 months, all to no avail. And in that brief moment of clarity, sat there on the beach, watching the sun starting to set behind the wave-breaker rocks, and it dawned on me that I should set up my own beach meditation circle/school. If there is nothing out there, the do. Create. Ok I was still a veritable novice when it comes to reiki, yoga and meditation, but by god was I willing to learn and learn fast if it meant setting this thing up. “L” was excited to say the least. So then we set about setting it up:

  • Who would be involved (organisers).
  • What our Facebook page logo look like (and who would create it).
  • How much it wouldn’t cost (nothing – it would be a free to join activity).
  • When would we do it (starting off in May/June when the weather turned).
  • Where would we do it (right here where we currently sat on the beach).
  • Why would we be doing it (because there isn’t such a thing, and the beach is a place of wonder where a group of like-minded individuals can meet up, chill out, learns new techniques and talk about the universe and the ever-after).

So with that all agreed, “L” and “P” started to think about moving to the local Harvester restaurant for a coffee, some food and further food for thought on the beach meds school. I was not done though. I had something left to do. I took my Harry Potter-style wand and before me in the sand, I drew two power symbols either side of the distance symbol. I selected the Anoushka Shankar track on the playlist and assumed the position. I asked “L” to come behind me with one hand in front and one behind my heart chakra, I asked her to support and guide my energy back 22 years to the day my life changed forever, sending the tinnitus frequencies on a journey through time and space to the loser that lay smashed out of his brains, with no purpose in his life.

Instead of intensity, they was an inner peace, a steady flow of energy rather than a bolt of lightning. Serenity over the supersonic. I felt warm. I felt calm. I came out of the trance and brought my attention back to the beach, and opened my eyes. “L” was not there, she was stood way back. I didn’t feel her back away at any point, I felt as if she was still there. Walking over to her I asked her what she had experienced during that, and what she revealed too me back a little. She said that after a while a presence presented itself to my left hand side, and she saw an energy field of a figure standing next to me. Her exact words were “It was a man. The man was stood up very straight and with strength, almost to attention. I got the impression that it was your grandfather from your dads side. It was him that was guiding you in the end, not me”. I did not see anything with my own eyes (neither opened or closed) but I did feel that there was someone close to me, presuming wrongly it was still “L”.

The outline description of a man I had never met was ever so accurate. My grandfather was a Sergeant Major in the British Army who served as a Chindit in Burma during World War II, who died of gangrene years after his return to the UK. For some reason (and I guess that this is reflected in my “primary problem”) my father never ever spoke of him, no matter how many times I asked him, asking me instead to go speak to my uncle who knew a lot more about his war days. And for some reason even though we had never met, I have always felt that I have had some sort of connection to him, as I too am quite strong willed and driven, just like my aunt who passed away two years ago. I only ever recall seeing one photo of him, and as I wrote this (the last Level Two entry), I quickly googled the word Chindit in Wiki and found that there was a picture of the men of the 13th Battalion King’s Liverpool Regiment, which he may well have served in (being from Liverpool), and even sadder is that he may even be in the picture below without me knowing if he is or not.

Smiling, I gathered both my thoughts and my beach-wares and made it back over to the car, a distinct chill in the now air. Thankfully the restaurant was not too far away, and as we entered the beautiful red sun high the water setting it on fire from afar. We all took a hot drink and ate heartily and we swapped notes on all things “new age”, excited that our next journey back to the beach could be with several other friends, chilling out at group meditation sessions on Mother Earth’s golden sands of time.

I am now a fully fledged membe rof the Reiki Two Battalion…

ADDENDUM:

So last night I put a status update on Facebook, asking any friends if they would be keep to join in on a beach meditation circle this summer, and the response I had was very positive and quite voluminous.

I have always been a big fan of Lego, and as such I took the liberty of creating a “Lego Yoga Me” (ok me when I had really long hair) and this morning as I took the pooch for a walk, I lay him down on the beach, sat on his yoga mat and took some snaps. I may take this little figurine with me on my travels and take cool snaps of “Lego Yoga Me” from various locations, could be a bit of fun.

In closing, my Reiki Level Two has been an enlightening experience, and given me a sense of inner peace, direction in life, and some new techniques which will allow further improvements to mind, body and soul. Who knows, one day I may be able to turn around to “L” and legitimately say “When I met you I was the learner, now I am the (reiki) master”…

 

Reiki Diary Level 2 Cleansing: Day 20

The Storm before the Calm, a lyric from my favorite band Anathema sums up the day quite aptly. The song is distinct and set apart from the rest on the album, the two component parts (aggression / serenity) spliced very well together (just like today):

It ebbs and flows and comes and goes,
And rips you up and lets you go,
It eats inside and splits your mind,
As you search around for others kind,
You gather strength from the depths,
Fight the fight from day ’til night,
’til night…’til night…’til night…’til night…’til night…

Am I still here, As one with the fear…

Check out the song here.

My “primary problem” haunted my dreams all night last night. Endless vistas repeating, endless visions of being trapped. I know that what happened yesterday and the significance of the day has been at the forefront of both the frontal lobe and the backal lobe (if there is such a word – which I know there isn’t – so says my spellchecker), playing a looped recording that there really was no getting away from.

And as I lay awake in bed, it dawned on me. There was a reason why my friend has approached me about lucid dreaming, I just hadn’t seen it before. I have tried to deal with the issue in my conscious state, failing every time and it was for that reason that I packed it up in a box and stored it away in my subconscious, tucked way to be dealt with at some point. Every now and again, normally with things go awry in what we call reality, it rears its ugly head as I dream. But here was the thing, if I could learn how to lucid dream, learn how to interact with my subconscious state whilst dreaming, I would be able to take control of the situation and guide myself logically to deal with the issue, something which I cannot do on the physical plane. If (and it’s a big “if” probably should have put that last “if” capital letters its that big) our subconscious is connected to our super-conscious state / higher self, then maybe I could try to make peace and connect ethereally rather than elementally. It is worth a shot, and maybe some good will come of it. One thing is for sure, if I was able to pull it off, then at least when I pass over to the other side, if there is something waiting there and our sentient souls do exist, then they will already know that I have tried. Tried to make peace. Tried to forgive. Boy that was not easy to write (a surge of energy and emotion coursing throughout my body and mind just now).

The dark clouds appeared to be all around, my subconscious, my conscious and now overhead, the heavens opening and pelting the window of the dining room where I sat trying to focus on work (which I had a lot of). After my morning call, I decided to get a steaming hot bath and do my meds in there. Boy did it help. Hitting play on the Solfreggio Frequencies playlist, slipping deep into the bath, deeper into myself, I purged my memory cache of everything that had gone in yesterday and during the hours of sleep.

Having a methodical approach to meditation (sometimes conducted in unorthodox places) can have quite a marked effect. All feelings, all visions, all pent up emotions were cast into the void, like a dark hand reaching out from the blackness of the abyss was dragging them in, whilst at the same time parting the clouds to reveal the sunshine. After about 45 minutes, I came back to reality and reached over for my phone to check the tide chart and weather report for tomorrow, the rain still hitting the sills outside. I’m starting believe less and less in luck and good fortune, and putting my faith in “other reasons”, so as “other reasons” may have it, the low tide was at 8:00pm and the sun set was at 7:51pm, ideal timing to perform reiki on the beach. Even better was the weather report, Tuesday 1st April was the sunny filling to a rainstorm sandwich, the reports for Monday and Wednesday very grim and very wet (I hope the Met Office where not playing a belated Fools Day prank on me).

Feeling good about things, much better than before, the wife and I took a coffee to discuss the next steps with the boys. We both agreed that if we withdrew “Ls” application to the casting agency, it really could herald the end of his potential acting career and of course neither of us wanted that. Similarly, we did not want to stop “Js” girlfriend from staying over, as this would have resulted in him staying away from the homestead, adding yet more worry for his mum to deal with.

So the plan was set, sit each down separately, discuss what was expected from both sides, communicating the message calmly, serenely and logically. We did this in both cases, and with aplomb. Our sincere message being delivered with honesty, and the boys understood where we were coming from and apologised with the same sincerity as we delivered it. Before they came home, I had developed “10 Commandments” for each of them to support our position, and printed them off, sticking them to the backs of their bedroom doors. I think they saw the funny side, but what made us laugh was that our eldest had ticked a load of things off later on, things he was already doing. And to top it off, the wife eventually did get a present, and we proceeded to get fat and bloated on eating 75% of the contents of that “Thornton’s Continental” box of chocolates.

Later on in the evening, the wife had her first client come to the house for an aromatherapy session, her first paying customer. As I caught up with my bog, she did the business and was duly paid for services rendered, the money going in the new Las Vegas pot. The charge was minimal as she has not qualified yet and as such everyone who crosses the threshold does so on student fees, lucky them because she is amazing at it. As “other reasons” may have it again, there was a little oil left to give me a leg and back massage, something I was not going pass up on.

As I lay there drifting off, I went over the Level Two reiki symbols in my head, secure in the knowledge that I knew how to do them, how to apply them. Tomorrow is the last day of cleansing. Tomorrow is (coincidentally…) the last day of attunement. Tomorrow is the start of the next chapter of my quest for enlightenment. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. Whatever it does, I’m sure it will be special…

Reiki Diary Level 2 Cleansing: Day 19

Mothers Day 2014 will be a day that will not be forgotten for all the wrong reasons, sadly, but from dark skies the sun appears, in time, shining new light on old problems.

As it was, I was up early, woken by the pitter-patter of tiny feet, our daughter jumping into our bed and giving her mum a big hug, a Happy Mother’s Day greeting as well as a hand-made card from school and a new egg cup (which she had been after for quite a while).

Still no sign of the boys at 11:00am which was disappointing, so together we got up to prepare breakfast. After breakfast, still no sign. It was the ideal opportunity for “L” to prove to his mum that he was truly sorry for his angst and antics earlier in the week but it did not materialise. So at midday, I got them up, but decided not to prompt them to remind them what day it was, a test really, a test to see if they really were going to make the wife feel at least a little bit special for one day in the year. In full “Walking Dead” mode, they both entered the kitchen, and in their best zombie grunt, mumbled Happy Mother’s Day as I washed the empty breakfast plates.

And then they disappeared, back to the holes they crawled out from. No card. No present. Nothing. Suffice to say that the wife was very displeased, gutted to be honest. We did our rounds for the day distributing gifts and cards to her mum and upon our return to the homestead, I had it out with the boys, each blaming the other, colluding to give excuses that they were assuming that we were going to spend some quality time together in the evening at which point they would present her with something.

I told them it wasn’t Mothers Evening, and gave them some food for thought as to what others have done by way of making their mums feel special (noting the abject hypocrisy of my words due to my own position and “primary problem”), which did seem to have the desired effect of humiliating them into embarrasment and shame, sadly all too late.

We retired for the night, quite despondent and annoyed by the selfishness. That said, with some words of wisdom I recalled to the wife that last week was the start of the wake-up call, and tomorrow we would lay down the law with the boys.

There are lessons for us all every single day, we are forever learning how to deal with conflict or negative situations. Granted I could have intervened earlier in the day to make my wife feel loved by her sprogglings, but what was the real point of that if I had to be the one to do it. What real effect would it have in the long term. There was a continuous underlying problem here, and by addressing it now, it would benefit the family unit as a whole in the long run, “Operation Sort These Little Bleeders Out” had commenced…

Reiki Diary Level 2 Cleansing: Day 18

Yesterday felt like the first true day of Spring and as I rose, so did the sun. And as I rose, I thought of one song in particular:

Here comes the sun.
Here comes the sun, and I say.
It’s all right.

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter.
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here.
Here comes the sun.
Here comes the sun, and I say It’s all right.

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces.
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here.
Here comes the sun.
Here comes the sun, and I say It’s all right.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

Thinking about fellow Liverpudlian George Harrison in particular, who ever after death, has influenced a change in my musical direction beyond compare. For it was watching “A Concert for George” when I first came across Anoushka Shankar, daughter of legendary sitar player and Indian composer Ravi Shankar. As a father and daughter combo, they created a piece called “Arpan”, played exquisitely and expertly, reverberating around the circular walls of the Royal Albert Hall in London. It really was after watching that and taking up yoga that my auditory tastes changed, possibly forever.

George went through his own metamorphosis (coincidentally, perhaps, to be the title of my very own favourite Anoushka Shankar song) during the latter stages of The Beatles and post-split, being influenced by Mr Shankar and the Hare Krishna movement.

Every now and again I dig out my old metal playlists, but those days are few and far between. Morbid Angel, Obituary and Slayer gather much dust these days, mothballed, replaced by the aforementioned Shankars, as well as Russill Paul and various other Eastern based audibles. Not that all rock based tunes have gone the same way, there is still a special place in my resonating heart for Anathema, Liverpool’s own progressive, experimental soundscape merchants whose sound has go through as many changes as I have over the years. Their roots were in death metal, until a point in time where they lost their lead vocalist and took a completely new direction, influenced heavily during those transition-times by Pink Floyd.

Now matured, their last album was as close to perfection as one could get. I was also lucky enough to be in London the week they played the Koko in Camden Town to witness firsthand the best gig they have ever done (so say Classic Rock Magazine who awarded them concert of the year for that very performance).

Do check them out, some of their quieter tunes (look for Falling Deeper on iTunes which is an acoustic album) do make a fine accompaniment to meditation and yoga.

Saturday morning saw a Spring clean. As the sun shone through the windows, bathing everywhere in brilliant white light, the motes of dust danced majestically as we cleaned atop wardrobes. All winter garments where relocated up into the attic space as summer clothes made the reverse journey. It was so warm in the attic, Ra doing his best to heat the felt-under-tile, giving the dimly lit space a divine cosiness. Never one to pass up on an opportunity to relax, I sat in the loft and meditated for five minutes or so, accompanied by friends Anathema on my phone.

When I raised my eyelids, I had a mini-revelation. The space I currently sat in was just a storage dump. A refuse tip for all manner of rubbish, the space currently being underutilised and unloved. In an instant I had a “future echo” of what it could look like, a vision of a large Buddha picture on the wall, surround by wall candles, scatter cushions spread everywhere, me in the dead centre of the “karmadome” meditating on a mat underneath voile type drapings from the ceiling.

I had a new project. Some building work was required first (proper flooring laid down, an access ladder to the space and some plaster boarding) but I could see that I could very well at some point this year have my own private Idaho…

Late afternoon following the tidy up, we took our eldest shopping for a pre-Vegas clobber run, the theme once he headed off to the likes of Superdry and Jack Jones was again the wedding. Instead of rings, this time the focus was on the dress, and as coincidence would have it (just like the ring) it was the very last shop that bore fruit. The most perfect dress presented itself to the current wife and future wife (same person), fitting like a glove, the purchase made immediately.

A huge weight lifted off her shoulders, the dress something she had been looking for, for some time.

The evening was spent drinking 0.0% beer and watching The Voice (a UK singing / talent competition) which is not exactly to my taste, but when you get to spend two hours plus watching Kylie Minogue, then it’s time I’m willing to sacrifice…