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three storeys tall and the size of a football field. Somewhat confused I say aloud, “What does this represent?” A stream of vivid images appears in my mind. “This is the power source behind the forms you see. Your mind is attempting to relate to concepts it can comprehend. True power has no shape or form.” The engine fades from my sight, and an overpowering sensation of pure energy radiates before me. Focusing, I see waves of light emanating from a single source. As I stare, the light becomes blinding. A part of me wants to turn away, but I don’t. It feels as if the outer layers of myself are being burned away—my old concepts, beliefs, assumptions, and conclusions are incinerated by the intensity of the light, I can take no more and scream out, “What is this?” Instantly, I’m drawn within the light. My mind is overwhelmed as I realize that I have merged with a greater, more expansive part of myself. I suddenly understand that I am the engine of my life—I’m the creative force within me. I recognize that I have separated from myself. For several moments, the light and I are one. I feel a deep peace and interconnectiveness I have never known before. For the first time I realize that I can create whatever reality I choose—my creative power is beyond my comprehension. I now know that I have limited myself by the ideas and beliefs I have accepted, and I recognize the need to release all my limits, fears, and expectations. A profound sense of empowerment sweeps through me as I scream inside, “I will remember this.” Instantly, I snap back within my physical body. As my physical senses return, I review the experience and realize that I can remember everything in detail but feel a deep sense of separation. I miss the unity, the oneness. As I lie in bed I know that I’ve experienced a more expansive part of myself. Whether we call it our higher self, our creative mind, or our soul is unimportant. But I absolutely know that this is a part of me that possesses complete access to the answers. For some reason I seem to know that this huge building was similar to a museum—possibly a living record of all forms, or even all things that will be made. I realize that my mind was interpreting the forms I witnessed in relation to my current physical surroundings. It’s taken me a long time, but I’m finally learning that it’s not the forms we see that are important; it’s what the forms represent. This recognition appears to be a major step forward. As strange as it may sound, I strongly suspect that the same holds true for the physical world around us. Journal Entry, February 6, 1990 I fall asleep without doing any techniques but awaken at 1:00 A.M. in the vibrational stage. I quickly sit up within my physical body and look around. I’m startled by the sight of a man next to my bed looking through my journal. He sees me sitting up and jumps back. I am extremely angered by his presence and yell at him, “Who are you?” He steps away from my bed, appearing shocked and frightened by my appearance. He is a fat, unshaven, middle-aged man with short hair and stands about five-feet-eight-inches tall. He continues to back away from me as I shout even louder, “Who the hell are you?” A combination of anger and fear explodes from me as I yell, “Get the hell out, get the hell out!” He turns and runs out of my bedroom and I instantly snap back within my body. I am shouting in my physical body as I return and my mumbled cries awaken my wife. Startled, I sit up and look around. Slowly, I calm down and review the experience. I realize that I probably overreacted, but the sight of this strange man in my bedroom created an instant self-defensive response. I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night, wondering who this man was. Try as I might, I couldn’t place his face. He seemed to be extremely interested in my writing; perhaps he was even spying on me. In retrospect, I probably scared him more than he scared me. After some thought, I have concluded that he was probably one of the millions of inhabitants living within the first inner energy dimension. It’s possible that my out-of-body experiences made him curious about what I was writing and he was simply checking it out. I can’t help but wonder how often all of us are visited by other-dimensional inhabitants. In addition, I seriously question our concepts of privacy. I suspect that there’s something more to this experience than I currently understand. Journal Entry, March 14, 1991 I feel the vibrations and will myself to the door. Out of habit I ask for “Clarity now!” My awareness is remarkably good and I instinctively say aloud, “I move inward.” I feel an intense inner motion for several seconds and come to an abrupt halt. My entire being is immersed in a wondrous liquid light. I feel completely peaceful and at home. A warm glowing feeling of total love surrounds me. As I focus, all my questions seem to become instantly clear. A simple request fills my awareness, “I need to see my life.” Instantly, crystal-clear pictures appear before me. A series of three-dimensional pictures expands and unfolds; hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands of pictures come into focus. I instinctively know that each picture is of me. I focus on one. The picture is alive. I’m a small boy wearing a tunic and sandals; the floors and walls are stone and marble. This is me two thousand years ago. I’m neither shocked nor surprised—I just seem to know. Like a memory of an event long forgotten, this moment in time passes briefly before me. Then I pull back my attention and look at the countless other pictures that come alive before me. Each one is my life: some on earth, others occurring in non-physical areas of the universe. As I observe these events they seem to make sense: each event, each life, was a necessary step; each one achieved a specific purpose. Like the pieces to a puzzle, each picture falls into place, each contributing to the whole. Each picture, each experience, was needed to create the sum of what I am today. Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed by the magnificence and wisdom of all that I observe. I see the good and the bad, the triumphs and the defeats. I see my countless weaknesses and faults and my occasional strengths. Suddenly it hits me that I’m witnessing my evolution through thousands of years of living. Each individual life was a step, an experience of growth; each life built upon the previous one. A sense of joy flows through me as I understand the need for hardships and adversity. Each challenge was an important learning situation, a learning environment especially created for my development. I see the wisdom of it all. I’m the student and the teacher; I’m the writer, director, and actor of my life. An inner realization floods through me: the only way to know and understand something absolutely is to experience it for yourself. Anything less is theory and speculation. The staggering truth becomes clear: physical life is an interactive school, a relentless training ground for developing souls. In 13