Loving greetings to you all… Here is an attempt to describe what ‘happens’ when ‘I’ wake up in the mornings. I decided to describe it now because the sensations are getting stronger each day.

(I do realise that ‘quotation marks’; ‘as if’; ‘seems as though’; are being used a lot. It seems the only way at the moment to express what seems almost inexpressible.) I am not saying the following is an accurate description, or it is actually so, I am saying it seems this way to me. This is an attempt to share something that is not easily explainable – even to myself. 

When I wake in the morning it is as if a part of what we call ‘me’ has been out of the body. I have no idea where, if anywhere, it has been, or what, if anything, it has been doing. When I wake up it feels as though I cannot move the body. It feels as though when this ‘other part’ that has been ‘out’ re-enters the more physical body there is a jump in the level of frequency of the body. For a while it seems as though the physical part of the body has difficulty ‘holding’ the less physical part. And vice-versa.

The ‘buzzing’ sensation is so strong it as though there is very little weight to the physical body, and I am hardly touching the sheets. After a while there is a settling down and ‘the two parts’ seem to adjust to each other. In the adjustment the ‘out-of-the-body part’ seems to lower its frequency, and the more physical part of the body seems to increase its vibrational frequency. The ‘buzzing’ is experienced as very strong.

This adjusting to the new frequency has three main interesting effects. One is that everything and everybody is experienced as amazingly, almost overwhelmingly beautiful. Another is that everything actually seems to ‘made out of love.’ And the third – nothing can be even remotely be seen as serious. Especially death. When something ‘unpleasant’ is seen, or experienced in the body there seems to be a ‘distance.’ When someone is talking about a situation that is painful for them, although the pain is acknowledged, it seems so far removed – like watching a player playing a part. Real on one level, and totally irrelevant on another. Almost like a joke. “Are they really taking it that seriously?”

Being in the presence of most people is, on one level, loving, caring, available, fascinating, and on another level… a bit sad. It is not as though actually reading their minds, but there is an awareness of their ‘head noise.’ Most people have very disturbed and muddled minds. It is as if they are only aware of the superficial level of themselves and have no idea of their incredible and unique beauty.

When people get angry, resistant, complaining, it is an interesting experience. The level of inner harmony although never leaving, does get somewhat shaken. It takes a while to settle again. An explanation that comes is that we are all one – so everything affects everyone, and the more sensitive one is, the more this is experienced. Wouldn’t swap it for anything though.

The overall sensation is as if being on a non-psychedelic substance – high, but not out of touch with the practical. Just not taking anything seriously! It is not ‘special.’ In fact it is very ordinary. Explanation: It is realised that we are all That. One. And on one level we are all experiencing bliss – all the time. It is just that as we give the superficial almost all of our energy/attention we are not realising this incredible ‘state’ that is resting just below the turmoil of our daily struggles.

“Slow down your going too fast Got to make the morning last Haven’t you no time for me Doodle-do-do – feeling groovy.” “Life I love you – feeling groovy.” Simon & Garfunkel.