We’re taking Practical Metaphysics to the world stage with… 1000 Stories
Can you imagine the positive impact of so many incredible stories?
So what’s YOUR Story?
At the '1000 Stories' linked page is a space for you to tell your story of how a metaphysical concept unfolded in your life.
Did synchronicity bring you something extraordinary? Did a personal disaster result in amazing growth? Did you change your life using the knowledge that you are the creator of your reality?
These stories will be a powerful resource for people exploring metaphysics and will shine a light on how it changes lives! Each week in the Facebook group, we will be featuring one of these stories as a great example of Practical Metaphysics in action.
Threads of metaphysics have been woven into my life for sixty years and this story touches on the highlights.
Dad was a man of science, trained in observation and measurement. He had a pragmatic view of life. I, on the other hand, was drawn to mysticism and metaphysics from early childhood — long before I knew the words.
One of many 'metaphysical' memories from before five is my digging a tunnel into a snowball larger than myself with freezing hands and being drawn into the soft glow of sunlight in its center. I could not express the feeling, but felt it deeply.
My teens in the sixties were a time of rebellion. My older brother died when the car he drove went off a mountain road. The mystical aspects of the Catholic Mass no longer held my attention. I was attracted by the mysticism of Nichiren Shoshu Buddhism and the metaphysical books by T. Lobsang Rampa.
In 8th grade I wrote 'Man' to express my anger towards Man's treatment of animals as objects and possessions and towards his fellow man and gave it to my Earth Science teacher, who passed it on to the school counselor. My parents were brought in to a conference and I was sent to a psychologist. The outcome was that at fifteen I lived a summer with my dog in the remote wilderness of Idaho where Dad had done Bighorn Sheep studies. Over that summer, I encountered eight rattlesnakes, which ties to the end of this story.
In those river canyons, a clan called at that time 'Idaho's Shadowy People' (because little was known about them) had lived for thousands of years. Walking along the river trails, I occasionally found their arrowheads and visited their cave paintings.
Then, life moved on and in 1974 my beloved younger brother died when his car was hit by a drunk driver. The pain in my heart was accompanied by a leaden weight which lingered the rest of my life until now. Trying to escape the pain, I rebounded into a summer romance with a fundamentalist Christian woman. We were married 25 years and I was for about 14 of those a radical Bible believer. Near the end of our marriage, incidents occurred which shook me to live more authentically. Eventually I left the marriage and crossed the country, where soon after I met a woman from East Germany who had sold her finca in southern Spain and come to the States, following intuition. In her words:
"On a morning in May, one year before the millennium, a message was delivered by my Dutch friend, who is a healer and intuitive. By using a pendulum over a chart of letters, he was able to write messages from the inner worlds, the greater existence. That day, a prophecy for me came through his writing, 'In exactly one year, you will meet the man you will live and do spiritual work together with for the rest of your life.'
"His words sounded too perfect to be true. Besides, how could it be 'exactly in one year?' I was with a boyfriend and two sons in the south of Spain. We were building a new life on a farm we'd bought, after moving here from the former East Germany.
"Our active lives went on and the prophecy was forgotten. The New Year and millennium rolled in. I started getting the feeling to go to America. I knew no English and no one there, and was not personally interested in the States. Still, following intuition, we sold the little farm in Spain and traveled to America...."
Earthbound Souls Set Free
Shortly after meeting, I returned with Kati to the 'River of No Return' wilderness. It had been thirty-three years since my summer there.
Late one afternoon, on the way back to our camp by the river, I heard the inner voice say, 'be alert.' That night, Kati experienced terror in her tent. We worked through it together, and the next morning asked our inner guides what it was about. We both felt that earthbound souls had contacted us and wanted to be released. Following intuition, we 'released' them.
Two days later we hiked another thirty miles into the wilderness, to what had been the Taylor Ranch in my summer as a boy. Now it is a research center of the University of Idaho. Normally they do not accept guests, but they had a copy of my dad's book on Bighorn Sheep on their shelf, and invited us to stay.
In conversation it came out that where we set up our base camp had been the site of a battle between the native people who had lived in the river canyons for centuries, and the U.S. military.
The couple was well-informed about the history of the region and the peaceful tribe who called themselves ‘tukudika’ or 'People of the Sun'. These Shoshoni-speakers had long remained mysterious and were also referred to the Sheep Eater Indians. During the period of the gold rush in America, the U.S. military waged a campaign against the ‘tukudika’ and destroyed their way of life.
Had their earthbound souls really called upon us? Had we actually released them? Of course, it could be called a subjective imaginary experience. To me, the experience was a real as it gets.
Since that experience in 2000, Kati and I moved 45 times between Europe, the Americas and Oceania, assigned by life to care for seniors, the terminally ill, developmentally disabled, at-risk youth and a young man with autism. We also visited remote perma-culture and bio-dynamic farms on Maui, the Canaries, in Bavaria and Ecuador to test the waters with community living.
For the past two years, I have been surrendering into the greatest challenge of my life — which has also brought the greatest growth. A significant piece of that growth has come through putting into practical application my conversations with a stone.
After a lengthy online dialog which began with my question, 'What makes magic black or white?', my mind mused around unanswered questions about consciousness.
Walking along a mountain river, my eye was drawn to a stone in the water. Respectfully I asked the stone if it would choose to come home with me. While recognizing it might be a brain-generated thought, when the answer came in the affirmative I took it as a yes and brought the stone home.
Over the next few days, though not 'trying,' I felt a deepening connection with the stone. It fits my hands perfectly, well matching the curves of wrist, palm and fingers.
I asked the stone, 'What is your name?' and heard in my thoughts, 'Heartstone.'
I asked, 'Did I give you that name, or is it what you call yourself?'
It answered, 'We emitted information signals which your brain processed into a word. You and we gave the stone in your hands that name.'
So the conversations have continued, and are written currently in 14 Whole Human blog posts which include discussions I had with scientists on the Physics Forums. The practical application has been for me the practice of Heart Breathing, which was developed further by the conversations with Heartstone.
When the patience of the scientists wore thin, I decided to close shop in the forums with gratitude for the experience.
As my first foray into the Physics Forums was coming to an end, I muttered aloud to Heartstone,
'If you want me to continue this experiment of communicating with you, send a person who has interest and background, and is willing to converse.'
I submitted my last comments to the PF, and was about to exit when this private message appeared:
'I find your premise fascinating and would love to participate in your journey.'
Another private message came from a less enthusiastic scientist, who (it seemed to me) had been grudgingly but generously answering additional questions.
His latest said in effect, that the only way to objectify a conversation with Heartstone would be to measure EM activity before and during, and note changes which correspond to the conversation.
After this, I went outside to chew on some almonds and on what P.D. wrote.
As I sat, a large hawk flew across the sky and hovered directly above my head. While it hovered, a large and unusual dragonfly flew overhead. I simply record this, leaving any interpretation to the reader. I just know how it felt.
Later I looked up the animal symbolism of hawk, and was quite touched. This was followed by another encounter with an animal messenger. Just an hour or so after I published the story up to that point on the Whole Human blog, on a walk with my Siberian Husky friend, we came across a rattlesnake coiled up on the road. That got my attention, but I avoided looking into its meaning.
Seven days later, while walking with Aura (the Husky) in a forest, I spied a coiled rattlesnake nestled in the soft forest floor just a few feet from my car door. This time I pulled out a camera to record it and at home looked up the meaning of rattlesnake on the 'Universe of Symbolism' site.
Threads of metaphysics continue to weave themselves into the whole of my life journey.