I do not hide the fact that these layers, which I have been constantly talking and writing about lately, are something groundbreaking and shocking in my life. This is one of my clearest Kundalini experiences. I am trying to find my way in it. Experiencing the etheric world is my goal, my dream.
I think that the way I write about the etheric layer, which has imposed itself on my reality, conveys the importance of the situation. There is no fear in me associated with the new state, but there is something else… As if confusion. I wrote previously that I am learning to live anew.
Before, I was at the stage of recognizing souls in people I pass by, for quite a long time. Now I have a sense of existence as if from the level of an architect. It is not easy to describe it properly. I look at everything differently. I look at objects, including people, as projects, works. I look for beauty, originality, nature, adjustment to the surroundings (harmony with the surroundings). I am looking for something deeper. I am looking for a message. There are boring projects, and there are exquisite, elegant, attractive works. I am looking for beauty and harmony. I look at people as if they were projects of their minds.
Throughout my life, every now and then I feel like reorganizing myself. Re-creating myself in some part. Usually, this occurs in parallel with a new stage in life. Most often, along with a new stage, I get rid of past elements. I have the ease of ending friendships, closing accounts, deleting photos, throwing away various things that are no longer consistent with my current state. That is why I call it cutting off, severing. Specifically and irreversibly.
At this moment, although I feel a clear change, I perceive it rather as a continuum.
Suddenly, the etheric layer, which was more accessible to me during meditation and sleep, appeared in parallel. Now I feel both my body and my soul at the same time, without the need to enter a meditative state. I look at myself in the mirror and have different perspectives at the same time.
I do not look at myself critically, as I did in the past. Now I look with curiosity. I am the work of my thoughts. And I have had very different thoughts throughout my life. My body looks like a battlefield. And so it happened. My body is my rich history. It is an ambiguous image, and therefore fascinating.
There are times when I have a typical flood of thoughts. Closer friends know that I can shoot different thoughts and topics like a rifle. And a moment later I am drawn in, often not only mentally, but also I resist so as not to lose control of my body, when I enter a state of (in a sense) weightlessness.
Of course I like what is happening. It is so fairy-tale. Childhood dreams of extraordinary, even magical experiences are coming true. If I am in this form of existence now, what else can happen? Will I be able to function among other people while floating internally?