The Centre Of Being

I met Ian Henley on social networking on 19th May, he was suggested to my by Lynda Julie Richardson, she of the images in my last post. Ian has sown some interest in the World-walker blog, some of my statements echoing conclusions he has reached himself.:

I'm thinking collective consciousness...

I basically came to the conclusion in your blog about manifestation of entities ....reflection of ourselves....

fear due to failure to be willing to dissolve ego etc......

then with Lynda telling me about you manifesting as a grey....that led me to your blog.

 

Then something very interesting emerged. I had on a previous world-walk told Lynda I had discovered that her images required a second component, notes and sound. Ian's next statement brought things full circle:

 

If we recognise that sound is holographic we can use sound in the moment...to collectively project love...heal planet...ascension, etc

 

That was an interesting statement seeing as how I had already told Lynda that not only were sounds and tones needed for her images, but in their original form they would be 3-dimensional, quite possibly more than 3.

 

Ian

so are you going to visit me in my sleep?

 

Roshel

If I am allowed to, yes. I am not entirely free to roam as I wish.

It has to be a mission target.

I can't just walk into anyone's reality. I'm not Freddie kruger ... lol

 

(That wasn't entirely true. I had stepped into my partners dreamscape as a passive observer of his sleeping thoughts and images. But I cannot step into their astral world and interact on a whim.)

 

That same night I stepped out of my human body and the room dissolved like melting plastic and reformed as a vast, towering monastic structure. It seemed to twist and turn in very subtle ways between monastery and cathedral. I was here in a human form, and met by a young man who looked very enthusiastic to see me and welcomed me so warmly.

 

The building I walked into was interesting, it bore all the sensations of a very spiritual construct without being specifically religious. Everything was very soft pale colours, creams and beige seemed to predominate. But not quite the creams and beige in a colour chart, these had a soft glow about them.

 

Ian was telling me that this is where he came to create what would be the conscious inspiration for his music. He told me that this building was his 'centre of Being'. It was a creative cosmos and he had been coming here for a number of years. In one of the many rooms he led me through with great enthusiasm, there was a large platform, a raised area upon which I could detect five figures. But these figures were not there, it was an afterglow from their presence. Each human-shaped afterglow wore pure white monk habits with hoods down. They each had white beards and all could have passed for Old Father Time because of their faces and sense of age. Attached to their corded belts around their waists, each had a large single golden key. 

 

Ian told me they were the source, they were where his music came from, they offered him the components of each composition, but all this was much more than music. What was being produced was gateways of consciousness

 

Most of my visit to this Centre of Being involved Ian talking very animatedly about what I could not see. He was rebuilding things in his mind and internally he could see everything as though it were there at that moment. I knew that not me, not anybody except Ian could ever see what the mechanics of this musical inspiration was. that was as hidden as Lynda's Source. But the common bond between them was plain for me to see.

 

I had achieved what I wanted, I wanted a glimpse into the Source and I had been granted that.

 

Time to go home. And I did,

 

I reported my findings to Ian on social networking the next morning.