Our Over Soul and the Quantum Field – 7-15-14
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Two Elementals Perched in the Banyan Tree
The story I am about to convey is a true event that occurred outside of time. I live on the road to Hana, along the gorgeous North Shore of Maui. Our property is laden with groves and orchards of tropical fruit, an eclectic array of native flowers, wild coffee trees, and very distinctive gulches and valleys. There is a view scape of ocean and volcano, pine and eucalyptus, and royal palm and banyan trees. A few years ago, while walking across the land, I had a passing thought. Who am right now? The instant response was, “You are a priest, farmer, independent. You are right on schedule.”
I receive impromptu insights from my Higher Self through my Over Soul. Just like a weaver, I untwist the strands of meaning. I unravel the thought awareness thread by thread, stitch by stitch, until I decipher the crux of this twisted helix. This is very similar to what we do when we interpret a dream. As mediums we are gifted with a vast array of sentient gifts.
Listening is one of these.
First, this strand of information resonated with the knowing part of my sentiency and it resonated at a cognitive range braiding itself around my heart, where I felt a strong twine of sensation. The spiraling strands uncoiled themselves. The phrases and couplets of words in nomenclature are loaded with intelligence, each encoded with the DNA strings of a story radiating from the fabric of my being. This DNA intelligence speaks to me, the untangled strands communicate through the nuances and references of, priest, farmer, independent.
The relevance of this three-prong insight, regarding my present day situation, became utterly clear. I did specifically and ask, who am I right now? I began to engage the priest aspect, then the farmer, and then I took apart the meaning of the word independent. The shimmering specks of thread woven in and out reflect the common elements of alchemy, used by the alchemist, priestess, elemental, chemist, a common trait of a stylistic independent.
This listing of archetypes is what I call the nomenclature of the soul. We are multiple expressions in different embodiments stretched out along a continuum of lifetimes.
Our Over Soul is the one who first introduced us to the Earth as a divine replica of Prime Creator. We are a whole expression brought here to evolve through a myriad of lives into our immortal or Quantum Soul. The word self can be intermixed with soul here. There is an Over Soul of our Earth, her name is Gaia, and we as well have an individual Over Soul. We are moving towards our place of origination which requires a new nomenclature. I first discovered the Over Soul thirteen years ago. In my daily practice and during my sessions with clients, I evoked my Over Soul. That part of me that is here within arm’s reach above the crown in the subtle realm of the “quantum field.”
One Saturday morning in July, I drove into town to do errands. I remember how deliberate my actions were that day and how very present I was. I completed all of my errands in a timely manner and checked everything off my list except one. My last errand was to go to the local toy store to buy a hula hoop. Because of a constraint I needed to return home. I had an exact vision of the hula hoop I wanted and held this vision in my thought awareness for my future journey to town. Upon my return I decided to take my afternoon walk.
I have included a photo of the banyan tree near our home. It is visible from our front window but located in walking distance a half-mile away. The tree feels like it is 100 years old. It is located on a vacant 2.5 parcel of landed that is sprinkled with fruit trees, ferns, and tall grass. This tree is so large that I am not able to capture the entire tree, and when looking up at it my neck drops down so far it is like doing a back bend. Being with this tree is a deep immersion experience. The day I took the large photo at the top of the page, there were two elementals perched in the center.
When I rounded the turn I stepped under the green canopy of shimmering diamond-shaped leaves. I edged my way in and drew closer to the base of the tree. I always look up. I was fixated on seeing the light glistening in the tree while communing and merging with the soul of the tree. I often take flowers or fruits I gather on my way to visit the tree. Then, at the base of the tree as I stepped out a bit, I was stunned to see a new hula hoop. It was the one I had envisioned in my mind right in front of me almost touching the tips of my feet. Startled only for a gentle moment, I said a prayer of thanks and telepathically asked if this was for me and received, “Yes, take it. It is a gift for you.” In a gesture of reciprocity and gratitude, I sent a wish for someone else to receive a gift to be passed forward as I just had just received. I instantly recognized this as a Carl Jung expression of synchronicity. An instant event emerging in the quantum field at an exact moment as a thought sent through the field of no-time.
Conspiring is a good description here.Through the thin veil my primordial ancestors, always with me, opened a space for that hula hoop to appear.Nomenclature and the Quantum Field,
Christina Fisher, Aug., 2012 Copyright Reprint 2014
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