The piece I’m sharing today by Robert Moss struck me, as during my out-of-body trips I’m often aware of a silent witness by my side. I virtually never dialogue with this witness; I’m merely aware of the presence. One time I glanced to my left and discovered my companion that day was a mountain lion!
The obe I describe in this lead-in to Moss’s piece was an exception to this “silent witness” routine: I’m actually leading a tour of my 3D life for this being who was by my side. This life, the life I’m in now, was all in the past as I led this tour, visiting locations and sharing my experiences while there.
So, documented years ago in this journal was this episode in which I was showing him/her (gender unclear) around a house, explaining how I had lived there (past tense), how I had it fixed up, etc… tho in my physical life as of that “tour” I wasn’t even familiar with such a place.
Until NOW. The place I read about in that journal from something like 15 years ago exactly describes THIS place I’m in currently – years before I’d even seen it, or had the slightest inkling that I’d ever live in this area of the country. A very interesting experience: both having it originally and discussing it with this “other” while out and about, and then rediscovering it in all its detail all these years later and realizing, omg, this is where I live now!
Anyway, author/teacher Robert Moss’s life is filled with fascinating otherworld and dreaming adventures that he recounts in many books and workshops with great skill. I recommend anything he offers. Bless all in this quantum universe! Whitehawk
Conversations with a Free Self on a terrace above the world
by Robert Moss
Higher Self, Greater Self. These are very big words. I want something smaller for him. There may be many levels to the Higher Self, ten that I know, others beyond counting. He lives on a level just above the level I am on.
When I set out to meet him, I follow the road of dreams to a terrace above the world. Sometimes it is the rooftop of a tall building, twenty stories up, or more. Often the terrace has the air of a civilized café, operating just for us. I find him seated at a table, perhaps with a glass of wine the color of moonlight. He is usually impeccably dressed, in a perfectly tailored white suit or a dinner jacket. Occasionally I have the impression that he has a female companion; once she seemed to be an opera singer. But she is never part of our conversation. Continue reading