04-14-2014, 07:49 PM
Hi everyone! Awhile ago I posted my autobiography (we-are-1.net) on these forums, which explained how I came to discover and accept the Ra material from the starting point of an extreme skeptic.
Since the events described in that text, I've had a few... interesting... experiences, and this is probably the only place I'd feel comfortable sharing them. I would greatly appreciate anyone's interpretations of the events described, and I would especially appreciate any sharing of similar experiences that anyone might have. I'm still just trying to make sense of it all.
First, I should mention that I don't have any history with anything metaphysical or paranormal, and a year ago I was in a very firm state of denial that any of this stuff existed at all. I explain how this transition happened at we-are-1.net, but it's important to note that this is all very new to me, and I'm still unfamiliar with many aspects of channeling and ET contact.
I was intrigued by the idea of a wanderer from the Ra material, and, like most people, I was curious about the possibility that I myself could be one. But at the same time, I also recognized that this is a very natural reaction for any person to have, wanderer or not. I really wanted to know the truth of the matter: I didn't want to just assign myself this label because the idea was intriguing to me.
I started with the wanderer checklist, and I also started reading Carla's "A Wanderer's Handbook." I scored very high on the wanderer quiz, but I had to answer "no" to everything related to ET contact, UFO sightings, "angel" friends, etc. But everything else on the list really resonated with me: extreme social isolation, a very strong feeling that my parents were not my own (I was always "running away" as a kid), the world in general seems very strange to me, I have a very active imagination (I do a lot of fictional writing, mostly related to sci-fi topics), I am an extreme pacifist, possessions are not important to me, and I felt a feverishly extreme urgency to write out my autobiography to help others understand that all is one, as if it were my entire purpose for being alive on this planet.
One thing on the wanderer checklist that kind of stuck out to me, though, was the question about gazing up at the stars with a feeling of home sickness. I never did this as a kid, but I wondered if perhaps it was due to the high amount of light pollution around where I lived -- the stars were never very easy to see, and I needed glasses for years before I actually got them.
So it seemed inconclusive to me. But since last August, I've been meditating every day, and I started focusing on the question "Am I a wanderer?" during my meditation sessions. I did this for several weeks, but nothing ever happened. No voices, no recovered memories, and no increased certainty one way or another. I later shifted my meditation to different topics, and I sort of shrugged off the possibility that I would ever really be able to know one way or another whether I'm actually a wanderer or not.
Several months later, I was enjoying a particularly successful meditation session with my eyes closed, and I saw little white specks in my vision. They quickly faded away, but then they came back -- brighter and more vivid this time. I focused on them, and I realized that they looked like stars. They again faded away, and they again pulsed back -- even more vivid this time. I cracked a smile at what I was seeing, and they faded away again. Then, during the final pulse, they were so bright and so vivid that my body actually jolted a bit. In a way it felt sort of overwhelming. It was as if I was gazing up in the night sky with absolutely no light pollution at all; it was just so clear and vibrant. I stared at it for a few seconds, and then it came: the feeling of homesickness! I had completely forgotten about it until that point, but I wondered if perhaps my mind was "filling in" that missing checkbox of the wanderer quiz.
And that's when the voice came. It was a female voice, somewhat monotone, very echo-y. It reminded me of the naga voice acting from the Warcraft series: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S11LJYlZ2IE
What was interesting about the voice was that I understood much more than what I heard. It seemed like for every word that was spoken, 10 words were understood. The pace of the speaking was very natural, but I felt like information was streaming into my mind very rapidly. I didn't realize it at the time, but my wife later told me that this is what channeling is supposed to be like.
The first thing the voice told me was that I was indeed a wanderer. I was blown away at this point. I knew I wasn't dreaming; I was wider awake than ever. The vision of the stars and the sound of the voice were so crystal clear and so unexpected that I didn't think it was my own active imagination (though I can't entirely rule this out, either).
I then remembered a piece of advice offered by a channeling book that my wife was reading: If you think you might have a contact, ask for a name. So that's what I did. As soon as I asked for a name, this image popped into my mind, again, extremely vividly: http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/p...aurant.jpg
It's a Thai restaurant in San Francisco where my wife and I frequently meet for lunch. I was really confused. "Osha?" I asked back, somewhat doubting my own sanity at this point. The voice immediately corrected my pronunciation: "oh-shaw" (as opposed to "oh-shuh").
I thought this was really weird. Was I really being telepathically contacted by an outside entity whose name was similar to a restaurant that my wife and I visit?
I thought about how Ra was contacted by multiple people, and I wondered if perhaps this would be an entity that I could find some evidence for in the external world. I asked if I would find any evidence for anything related to this contact if I checked online. The voice immediately replied back that yes, I would, but it would be a very small connection, only meaningful to me, and it would not be strong enough to convince anyone else of anything at all.
But this was all I needed, so I expressed my appreciation, and I focused on remembering the name. There was no further communication.
I told my wife about this experience the next day (I was still pretty shaken the day it happened, and I was hoping to be able to find some small online clue before I told her about it). I still wasn't sure if it was a "real" channeling event, but my wife seemed to think it was. The vivid imagery, the clear voice, and the rapid communication of ideas all seemed to fit the channeling checklist.
I started searching online for clues about what this "oh'shaw" contact could have been about. I couldn't find anything at all. I started playing around with the spelling a bit. oh-shaw? oh-shah? I heard the way it sounded, but I didn't know what the spelling was.
This became a little side project in the background of my life. Whenever I had a few spare minutes at home or at work, I would just randomly Google some spelling variant, looking for something, anything. Nothing ever came up.
I started to learn more about channeling, and my wife and I attended a shamanic journeys workshop. I started to understand that the line between channeling and imagination can sometimes be very blurry. But if we are to accept that there exists only one consciousness that we're all "tapping into," then I started to wonder if it really mattered. What if it really was my imagination? Would that make a difference? Did it need to be an outside entity for me to seriously consider the experience as "real"?
But then I remembered how strongly the voice told me that yes, I would find something very small online if I just looked for it hard enough. Was I being deceived? Was I deceiving myself? Was a part of my mind just telling me something that I wanted to hear? Could the entire experience be explained that way?
During the shamanic journeys workshop, we did an exercise where we mentally went down into Underworld to meet our animal spirit guides. I wasn't really sure which type of animal I would meet, but once I actually did the exercise, a very vivid image of a lone black wolf popped into my mind. The landscape was vivid too -- a quiet, snowy forest. As part of the exercise, we had to ask our animal guide what it was that they had to teach us. The answer I received was very clear, and not what I was expecting: I had chosen to leave the pack -- to live on my own, away from home, away from all that was familiar. It seemed to fit the whole wanderer theme pretty perfectly.
For the last part of the shamanic workshop, we had to go back to our spirit guide and ask what contributions our ancestors had made to who we are. I started thinking about how everything on planet Earth was connected, and how every human alive today had descended from simple self-replicating DNA in our oceans billions of years ago. My mind was racing with all the elements of humanity and of myself, and I wondered which of these traits my "spirit guide" would tell me I had inherited during this lifetime.
When I went back in and met the wolf, the imagery was just as vivid as before. I asked the question, but I didn't receive a response. He started walking away, and I followed him. I kept asking, and I kept not getting a response. I was getting a little impatient because I knew we'd have to go around the circle and share what our spirit guide had told us. My mind had no shortage of possibilities, so why wasn't I receiving one? Even if this was all in my imagination, why couldn't my imagination come up with an answer?
After about a minute, the answer came, abruptly, and it was not what I was expecting: "You're not from here." I didn't really know how to react, but, again, it fit the wanderer theme exactly.
I spent the next week or so giving everything a great amount of thought. Was this all my active imagination? Was it real? Did it matter? There was a common thread throughout these events: vivid imagery and unexpected experiences. If I was the one creating these experiences for myself, it was clearly not at the conscious level.
I continued searching online for any evidence of the oh-shaw contact, but I still couldn't find anything. It was starting to sink in that perhaps I was crazy for taking this so seriously, or perhaps it was real, and perhaps part of the intended lesson was that I shouldn't rely on any sort of outside confirmation for these sorts of experiences. Maybe I just had to be content with accepting that it was just my own imagination and nothing more. Was that really so bad?
But I kept Googling for anything I could find. It felt sort of masochistic in a way. Why was I doing this to myself? It was an obsession I couldn't let go of. I noticed that a lot of the results for "oh shaw" were related to the connection between the word "shaw" and the word "nonsense," as in, "oh, p'shaw!" Yeah, that sounded about right. This was feeling more and more ridiculous.
But then I remembered the image that had preceded the name. It was the name of the restaurant, Osha. I started researching just the word "osha." There were some connections to the word "ocean," and I live near the ocean, so maybe that's something? No, it didn't feel right. I didn't know what it was that I was looking for, but I knew that I would know right away if I found it.
But then I remembered that the voice had corrected my pronunciation. There had to be some separation between the "O" and the "sha." I started searching for O'sha.
And that's when I found this post: http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1...26158/pg18
A comment reply referred to the Ple'o'sha'ns. I stared at my monitor for about 2 minutes as soon as I saw it. I knew I had found what I was looking for. There it was -- the "o'sha" separated by apostrophes. It was a small clue that stirred something inside me, and yet, it would not be enough to convince anyone else of anything at all, just as the voice said (so, hey, if that's your reaction right now, I can't blame you!).
From that post I saw that there was a connection here with the Pleiadians. I had never heard of the Pleiadians before, but I quickly learned that they're a well-known ET group among channelers. I was shaking by this point. Not only had I found an external mention of "O'sha" (even if it was inside of another word), but the reference was EXTREMELY relevant to my experience.
So I dove right into Pleiadian channelings, their message, and everything they're about. I was floored by how much it resonated with me, how relevant it was to my life, and how much overlap there was between the Pleiadians and my own themes that I had written about in my autobiography.
But now I was getting more questions than answers. Am I a Pleiadian? Is O'sha a Pleiadian? Are we both Pleiadians? Is O'sha really just my higher self? Or is O'sha just a part of my non-higher-self imagination? Even if she is just part of my imagination, am I crafting this whole experience for myself to wake myself up to my Pleiadian origin? Am I going completely insane? Is this all a dead end? Am I reading too much into things, finding meaning where none exists?
These are the questions that brought me here to make this post on this forum. I would greatly anything at all that anyone could tell me about my experience or about their own similar experiences, if you have any.
Thank you for reading!
Since the events described in that text, I've had a few... interesting... experiences, and this is probably the only place I'd feel comfortable sharing them. I would greatly appreciate anyone's interpretations of the events described, and I would especially appreciate any sharing of similar experiences that anyone might have. I'm still just trying to make sense of it all.
First, I should mention that I don't have any history with anything metaphysical or paranormal, and a year ago I was in a very firm state of denial that any of this stuff existed at all. I explain how this transition happened at we-are-1.net, but it's important to note that this is all very new to me, and I'm still unfamiliar with many aspects of channeling and ET contact.
I was intrigued by the idea of a wanderer from the Ra material, and, like most people, I was curious about the possibility that I myself could be one. But at the same time, I also recognized that this is a very natural reaction for any person to have, wanderer or not. I really wanted to know the truth of the matter: I didn't want to just assign myself this label because the idea was intriguing to me.
I started with the wanderer checklist, and I also started reading Carla's "A Wanderer's Handbook." I scored very high on the wanderer quiz, but I had to answer "no" to everything related to ET contact, UFO sightings, "angel" friends, etc. But everything else on the list really resonated with me: extreme social isolation, a very strong feeling that my parents were not my own (I was always "running away" as a kid), the world in general seems very strange to me, I have a very active imagination (I do a lot of fictional writing, mostly related to sci-fi topics), I am an extreme pacifist, possessions are not important to me, and I felt a feverishly extreme urgency to write out my autobiography to help others understand that all is one, as if it were my entire purpose for being alive on this planet.
One thing on the wanderer checklist that kind of stuck out to me, though, was the question about gazing up at the stars with a feeling of home sickness. I never did this as a kid, but I wondered if perhaps it was due to the high amount of light pollution around where I lived -- the stars were never very easy to see, and I needed glasses for years before I actually got them.
So it seemed inconclusive to me. But since last August, I've been meditating every day, and I started focusing on the question "Am I a wanderer?" during my meditation sessions. I did this for several weeks, but nothing ever happened. No voices, no recovered memories, and no increased certainty one way or another. I later shifted my meditation to different topics, and I sort of shrugged off the possibility that I would ever really be able to know one way or another whether I'm actually a wanderer or not.
Several months later, I was enjoying a particularly successful meditation session with my eyes closed, and I saw little white specks in my vision. They quickly faded away, but then they came back -- brighter and more vivid this time. I focused on them, and I realized that they looked like stars. They again faded away, and they again pulsed back -- even more vivid this time. I cracked a smile at what I was seeing, and they faded away again. Then, during the final pulse, they were so bright and so vivid that my body actually jolted a bit. In a way it felt sort of overwhelming. It was as if I was gazing up in the night sky with absolutely no light pollution at all; it was just so clear and vibrant. I stared at it for a few seconds, and then it came: the feeling of homesickness! I had completely forgotten about it until that point, but I wondered if perhaps my mind was "filling in" that missing checkbox of the wanderer quiz.
And that's when the voice came. It was a female voice, somewhat monotone, very echo-y. It reminded me of the naga voice acting from the Warcraft series: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S11LJYlZ2IE
What was interesting about the voice was that I understood much more than what I heard. It seemed like for every word that was spoken, 10 words were understood. The pace of the speaking was very natural, but I felt like information was streaming into my mind very rapidly. I didn't realize it at the time, but my wife later told me that this is what channeling is supposed to be like.
The first thing the voice told me was that I was indeed a wanderer. I was blown away at this point. I knew I wasn't dreaming; I was wider awake than ever. The vision of the stars and the sound of the voice were so crystal clear and so unexpected that I didn't think it was my own active imagination (though I can't entirely rule this out, either).
I then remembered a piece of advice offered by a channeling book that my wife was reading: If you think you might have a contact, ask for a name. So that's what I did. As soon as I asked for a name, this image popped into my mind, again, extremely vividly: http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/p...aurant.jpg
It's a Thai restaurant in San Francisco where my wife and I frequently meet for lunch. I was really confused. "Osha?" I asked back, somewhat doubting my own sanity at this point. The voice immediately corrected my pronunciation: "oh-shaw" (as opposed to "oh-shuh").
I thought this was really weird. Was I really being telepathically contacted by an outside entity whose name was similar to a restaurant that my wife and I visit?
I thought about how Ra was contacted by multiple people, and I wondered if perhaps this would be an entity that I could find some evidence for in the external world. I asked if I would find any evidence for anything related to this contact if I checked online. The voice immediately replied back that yes, I would, but it would be a very small connection, only meaningful to me, and it would not be strong enough to convince anyone else of anything at all.
But this was all I needed, so I expressed my appreciation, and I focused on remembering the name. There was no further communication.
I told my wife about this experience the next day (I was still pretty shaken the day it happened, and I was hoping to be able to find some small online clue before I told her about it). I still wasn't sure if it was a "real" channeling event, but my wife seemed to think it was. The vivid imagery, the clear voice, and the rapid communication of ideas all seemed to fit the channeling checklist.
I started searching online for clues about what this "oh'shaw" contact could have been about. I couldn't find anything at all. I started playing around with the spelling a bit. oh-shaw? oh-shah? I heard the way it sounded, but I didn't know what the spelling was.
This became a little side project in the background of my life. Whenever I had a few spare minutes at home or at work, I would just randomly Google some spelling variant, looking for something, anything. Nothing ever came up.
I started to learn more about channeling, and my wife and I attended a shamanic journeys workshop. I started to understand that the line between channeling and imagination can sometimes be very blurry. But if we are to accept that there exists only one consciousness that we're all "tapping into," then I started to wonder if it really mattered. What if it really was my imagination? Would that make a difference? Did it need to be an outside entity for me to seriously consider the experience as "real"?
But then I remembered how strongly the voice told me that yes, I would find something very small online if I just looked for it hard enough. Was I being deceived? Was I deceiving myself? Was a part of my mind just telling me something that I wanted to hear? Could the entire experience be explained that way?
During the shamanic journeys workshop, we did an exercise where we mentally went down into Underworld to meet our animal spirit guides. I wasn't really sure which type of animal I would meet, but once I actually did the exercise, a very vivid image of a lone black wolf popped into my mind. The landscape was vivid too -- a quiet, snowy forest. As part of the exercise, we had to ask our animal guide what it was that they had to teach us. The answer I received was very clear, and not what I was expecting: I had chosen to leave the pack -- to live on my own, away from home, away from all that was familiar. It seemed to fit the whole wanderer theme pretty perfectly.
For the last part of the shamanic workshop, we had to go back to our spirit guide and ask what contributions our ancestors had made to who we are. I started thinking about how everything on planet Earth was connected, and how every human alive today had descended from simple self-replicating DNA in our oceans billions of years ago. My mind was racing with all the elements of humanity and of myself, and I wondered which of these traits my "spirit guide" would tell me I had inherited during this lifetime.
When I went back in and met the wolf, the imagery was just as vivid as before. I asked the question, but I didn't receive a response. He started walking away, and I followed him. I kept asking, and I kept not getting a response. I was getting a little impatient because I knew we'd have to go around the circle and share what our spirit guide had told us. My mind had no shortage of possibilities, so why wasn't I receiving one? Even if this was all in my imagination, why couldn't my imagination come up with an answer?
After about a minute, the answer came, abruptly, and it was not what I was expecting: "You're not from here." I didn't really know how to react, but, again, it fit the wanderer theme exactly.
I spent the next week or so giving everything a great amount of thought. Was this all my active imagination? Was it real? Did it matter? There was a common thread throughout these events: vivid imagery and unexpected experiences. If I was the one creating these experiences for myself, it was clearly not at the conscious level.
I continued searching online for any evidence of the oh-shaw contact, but I still couldn't find anything. It was starting to sink in that perhaps I was crazy for taking this so seriously, or perhaps it was real, and perhaps part of the intended lesson was that I shouldn't rely on any sort of outside confirmation for these sorts of experiences. Maybe I just had to be content with accepting that it was just my own imagination and nothing more. Was that really so bad?
But I kept Googling for anything I could find. It felt sort of masochistic in a way. Why was I doing this to myself? It was an obsession I couldn't let go of. I noticed that a lot of the results for "oh shaw" were related to the connection between the word "shaw" and the word "nonsense," as in, "oh, p'shaw!" Yeah, that sounded about right. This was feeling more and more ridiculous.
But then I remembered the image that had preceded the name. It was the name of the restaurant, Osha. I started researching just the word "osha." There were some connections to the word "ocean," and I live near the ocean, so maybe that's something? No, it didn't feel right. I didn't know what it was that I was looking for, but I knew that I would know right away if I found it.
But then I remembered that the voice had corrected my pronunciation. There had to be some separation between the "O" and the "sha." I started searching for O'sha.
And that's when I found this post: http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1...26158/pg18
A comment reply referred to the Ple'o'sha'ns. I stared at my monitor for about 2 minutes as soon as I saw it. I knew I had found what I was looking for. There it was -- the "o'sha" separated by apostrophes. It was a small clue that stirred something inside me, and yet, it would not be enough to convince anyone else of anything at all, just as the voice said (so, hey, if that's your reaction right now, I can't blame you!).
From that post I saw that there was a connection here with the Pleiadians. I had never heard of the Pleiadians before, but I quickly learned that they're a well-known ET group among channelers. I was shaking by this point. Not only had I found an external mention of "O'sha" (even if it was inside of another word), but the reference was EXTREMELY relevant to my experience.
So I dove right into Pleiadian channelings, their message, and everything they're about. I was floored by how much it resonated with me, how relevant it was to my life, and how much overlap there was between the Pleiadians and my own themes that I had written about in my autobiography.
But now I was getting more questions than answers. Am I a Pleiadian? Is O'sha a Pleiadian? Are we both Pleiadians? Is O'sha really just my higher self? Or is O'sha just a part of my non-higher-self imagination? Even if she is just part of my imagination, am I crafting this whole experience for myself to wake myself up to my Pleiadian origin? Am I going completely insane? Is this all a dead end? Am I reading too much into things, finding meaning where none exists?
These are the questions that brought me here to make this post on this forum. I would greatly anything at all that anyone could tell me about my experience or about their own similar experiences, if you have any.
Thank you for reading!
