Author: P.M. Apocalypse

Healing: A New Template for Relationships

In the early morning hours of June 10th, I received a “download” regarding “healing relationships.” This download was to heal any kind of relationship—romantic, familial, platonic, or professional. I remember being told, or being aware, that I was receiving “a new template” for relationships. I saw what looked like a clear plastic sheet about the size of an iPad Mini, inscribed with words or code that I couldn’t read.

During this process, I kept thinking how important all this information was, and was doing my best to remember it. But of course, what I’m conveying here is all that I can consciously remember. I’m certain, though, that all of it is stored in the memory banks even if it’s not currently available to my conscious ego mind.

Before I went to bed that night, my husband and I had been having an important discussion about an issue that if not resolved, threatened the future of our otherwise happy marriage. When we went to bed, we were in a tender, loving space even though we had not yet reached a place of resolution. When I awoke the next morning after receiving the download, nothing of the issue mattered to me. All I could feel was how much I love my husband and how grateful I am to have him in my life. A couple days later, he kept telling me the same thing—quite repetitively, actually—with a depth and intensity I hadn’t felt in quite a long time.

It seems the “new template” worked.



Total Solar Eclipse – August 21st 2017

I had a dream recently about the upcoming total solar eclipse on August 21st of this year, 2017. It was noteworthy in that I was completely lucid in the dream and was trying very hard to remember all the information being conveyed to me because it was important. However, I can only remember what I’ve written here.

During the eclipse in the dream, I saw a light in the corridor of my house; it had a magnificent corona around it, similar to the sun’s corona during a total solar eclipse. It appeared as a huge, whitish gold plasma field emanating from the light and it seemed very much alive and sentient.

I thought, Wow! This is amazing, and I marveled at the wonder of it. Then later as I passed a window or mirror, I saw my reflection and I too, had this amazing plasma-like corona emanating from me. I became very excited and filled elation. I noticed that my husband also had the same type of corona about him. A feeling overcame me of limitless possibilities that had never before been available to me. It truly felt like anything I could conceive I could do, and my heart was filled with great joy.

However, not everyone was affected by the eclipse in the same way. Many people were dying because of the eclipse. People were beginning to panic. Nonetheless, I knew that those people who were “dying” were not actually “dead” but were being ushered into a space more suitable for them, as I and others who were experiencing the corona and elation were moving into a space more suitable for us. I knew that regardless of how things appeared outwardly, there was nothing to worry about; that even though this event seemed like a disaster from one perspective, something wonderful was happening.

Just before I awoke from the dream, I saw an image of me leaning over to kiss Captain Picard from the TV series, Star Trek: The Next Generation. I am a huge Star Trek fan, and for me Captain Picard represents the quintessential explorer. This is relevant because I see my truest essence as a Creator/Explorer, and my purpose here has been to explore and learn from this Creation. Thus, this dream also represents to me the possibility of extending my explorations to even deeper regions of my core Self and advancing my level of consciousness.

Captain Picard also represents the embodiment of the world of The Next Generation. It is a world that has made peace with itself, a world that not only no longer pursues economic gain at the expense of others, but has dispensed with money entirely. It is a world that is driven by the desire to learn, to explore, and to better oneself through the pursuit of knowledge, creativity and striving to reach one’s highest ideals. Clearly though, in the series and the movies, it is a world still much affected by human flaws and is far from perfect. However, it is a major step up from the state of barbarism and savagery we experience today. So for me, the image of leaning over to kiss Captain Picard also represents my willingness to embrace (and possibly merge with) a higher, more advanced version of human consciousness, as well as a balancing of my inner masculine and feminine.

I see the energy of this eclipse as ushering in all these possibilities. Regardless of what events may unfold around this eclipse, for me it feels like an incredibly cathartic and positive event.

I present this dream to those who may be reading it solely as another perspective to consider and I am not making any predictions about what will happen as a result of this eclipse. Eclipses have a way of showing us what we have hidden from ourselves, and it will no doubt affect everyone differently and in deeply personal ways. However, I would urge anyone reading this to look deeper than the superficial world affairs of conflict and chaos, and to go within and explore what it reveals for you. My feeling is that some people will respond to this energy quite ecstatically, and others will feel fearful about it. There is no right or wrong in this and we must each reckon with ourselves. Set your intentions for your highest vision of yourself and focus only on that… and see what possibilities are revealed.

*Image copyright 2006 Stefan Seip, Stuttgart


The Joy Particle

I’d like to share some experiences from 2014 that may be of interest here. The energies I was experiencing at that time seemed to fluctuate between moments of intensity, prolonged periods of restlessness and—dare I say it—boredom. The following is a journal entry I recorded around that time:

“I will describe the loveliest experience first. It happened in mid or late July 2014. I was at work, feeling typically numb and focusing on my job. Then I felt it. It was so incredibly brief I could have easily missed it and continued on without another thought. But I didn’t miss it. I can best describe it as The Joy Particle. It felt as if a particle of pure, ecstatic joy entered my body through my back between my shoulder blades and exited through my chest. It passed through in what must have been a nanosecond; almost imperceptibly fast, yet just enough to register within my awareness. Although the moment was exceptionally brief, it was intense. The experience was Joy—ecstatic, beautiful perfection, beyond anything this shadow world can offer, almost mind blowing in its wonder. I stopped what I was doing as it registered within me and began to cry. I couldn’t help it; I felt such gratitude for the experience. The dark moments in this world are so dark, nearly intolerable, and this was a gift that I have continually returned to in reveries when I feel I am reaching my threshold of pain and grief.

Then I began to wonder why the experience was so brief. Immediately the answer emerged. It would have been overwhelming; the body would not have been able to tolerate it. I have a feeling too, that it was a prelude of things to come. There may be more of these “Joy Particles” and others may begin feeling them as well, if they haven’t already. I do know, however, that if I experience it again I will gladly surrender to it even if it turns this body to ash.

I should mention that there were some experiences prior to the Joy Particle that were not at all lovely, and were actually quite harrowing. I feel they were connected to the Joy Particle experience in some way, though my mind cannot as yet understand how. During this period I was experiencing intense night terrors. I would awake from a seemingly peaceful sleep screaming in terror, as if someone had awoken me with electric shocks. These were truly horrible, horrible experiences. Most of these fears were based in the mentality of survival and the belief in “death.” Although mentally and experientially I know that what I truly am cannot die, the programming of such is so deeply encoded into our biological vessels and the operating system of this particular holo-program (I won’t call it “reality” because what we experience here is nothing of the sort), it seems we have to pass through some kind of cathartic process to de-program ourselves of it.

What is interesting to me is that every single person I know who is committed to the path of “ascension” or reconnecting to their real life outside of this Holodeck program is going through the same thing—intense fears for their survival with frequent visits of the panic parade circling the house and occasionally getting swallowed up in it for hours if not days on end. For me, the brunt of it has passed and I’m beginning to feel rather numb to it all. Truly, how much fear and abject terror can one endure, pass through without harm, and not begin to realize that it is simply a process and not the end? For heaven’s sake, I even nearly died from a heart attack during this time. It was clear my body was “dying”. So this is it, this is how I leave this world, I thought, and I was accepting of that. I was lucid and unafraid during the experience and decided to wholly surrender to it. As soon as I did, the pain and pressure subsided and I was able to breathe and move again. I then wondered if I should go to the doctor or hospital and my inner voice said no, that they would find nothing wrong with me to explain what happened. And here I am, physically fine. (I should mention that I did go to a doctor some time after that, and they did an electrocardiogram in addition to some other tests, and my heart is in excellent health.)

What is a wonder to me is that even during that highly tumultuous time, I would experience moments of inexcusable joy. By “inexcusable” I mean joy that has no logical reason for being there; it is not predicated on any external circumstance, it just is. Ironically, this would usually unfold while I was at work of all places! I would feel total peace and contentment for everything exactly as it is—no need or desire to change anything; perfect clarity of mind and an inherent knowing that regardless of how things appear, there is absolutely nothing to fear or worry about. I would also feel deep connection and compassion with everyone around me, a playful light heartedness and an overriding feeling of gratitude for everything I’ve experienced here, even the most painful and traumatic moments. This joy would last for a few hours to a day. I am continually awed that I am capable of feeling such rage, fear, trauma, and grief in any given moment, and at the same time feel wholly at peace with it and in gratitude for everything I’ve experienced. Most importantly, I feel wonder about being willing to relinquish all of it.

Even though I am the one experiencing these things, my mind continues to marvel at it all and simply cannot grasp it. These are times that defy reason; simply to experience is key, and the mind can only expand when it treads into realms as yet unexplored.

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One of the things that has consistently made it difficult to communicate what I am experiencing is that most of the time I feel tremendously overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed because I feel everything. Over the years, I have experienced a state of being that I call “totality.” It encompasses the totality of any given emotion and sometimes, specific conditions as well. To put it more succinctly, when I experience the totality of grief, for example, I experience the totality of all grief that has ever existed– past, present and future.

The first time I recognized it was in the spring of 2003, when I began a several week bout of uncontrollable crying. At first it was clear that this was deeply repressed pain that was surfacing. But as the weeks progressed and the grief became ever deeper, there was a moment of clarity when I knew I was not simply experiencing my personal grief, but had somehow transcended into a state of being comprised of the totality of all grief ever experienced. Although this is actually more of a state of being, for simplicity’s sake I will call it a realm. This realm of totality is infinite and exists outside of time. It was as if I were drowning in an endless sea of grief that had always existed. It seemed that deeply feeling my own pain had served as a gateway into this experience.

Over the years, I have experienced the totality of grief, rage, and terror among others. These experiences are overwhelming and make it exceptionally difficult to focus on anything else. This is partly why I’ve been unable to work full time or even focus on my job or daily tasks that need to be attended to. Occasionally it becomes incapacitating and has led to several “breakdowns”.

But it has not all been traumatic. I have also been blessed to experience the totality of compassion. Years ago, when I would feel overwhelmed by the suffering of the world, I would imagine holding the earth and all it’s inhabitants in my arms, rocking and cradling it as I would a toddler that was having a most terrible tantrum. As I was soothing “the world” in this way, a blue light would envelop me and the world I held in my arms. I felt myself becoming a conduit for an exceptionally high form of love and compassion. Being an experiencer of this world, burdened with the same suffering as everyone else here, I too, felt the effects of this compassion and soothing. I do not remember how this practice started, but it felt like a gift to be able to be of service in this way. So while not all the experiences of totality have been traumatic, the vast majority have and it usually takes a month or so afterward to recover from it all.

In addition to totality, there are the moments of empathy I occasionally feel when encountering people in public. For example, not long ago I was eating lunch at a restaurant and saw a very stylish, professionally dressed woman hobbling in pain on 4″ stiletto heels. Her physical pain at wearing such shoes was obvious, but then I began to feel her emotional body. She was recently divorced and I felt her insecurity at growing older (I would gauge her age to be around 55 or so), and I felt her fear of not finding a loving companion and being alone in her older years. At once I felt deep compassion for her and I began to cry. I could feel all of her loneliness and insecurities and they stayed with me the rest of the day. This kind of empathic event does not take place on a daily basis, fortunately, but what I usually feel everyday are the shadow emotions of the human condition—all the dark emotional content that people are unable to deal with directly and thus bury deep in their own psychic dungeons. This swirling mass of unresolved grief, rage, fear, and pain is ever present with me and weighs very heavily in my heart. Because of this, I must limit my exposure to public places and crowds or suffer. This is one of the main reasons why the two years I spent working in a large department store were so excruciating and toxic to my health.

Earlier this year after I emerged from the totality of terror which had consumed me for several months at the end of 2014 and into the beginning of 2015, I asked my Self why this was happening to me; why was I experiencing such things that were not only excruciating emotionally, but damaging me physically? The answer that emerged was that I had agreed to these experiences and they were part of my purpose in being here. After processing this for some while, it occurred to me that I have a choice in this matter–I can choose to consent or not to consent to these experiences of totality. I decided that regardless of what I may have agreed to or not, I was no longer going to consent to them. With the exception of the compassion totality, they had been highly detrimental to me both emotionally and physically, and I needed to care for my human self. The totalities that I had experienced up to that point would have to suffice for my “purpose” because these experiences were just too much to ask of me or any other spiritual being.

Not long after having made this decision, I was invited, shall I say, to explore the realm of totality once more. I was triggered emotionally and began to process an experience of being vaporized in a nuclear detonation. One of the practices I use to process emotional (and physical) trauma is to allow myself to completely sink into the experience without judgment or conditions. Allowing myself to experience the pain unconditionally is not easy, but it helps me to process and move through it quicker than resisting does. As I fully sank into the experience, suddenly there before me, was the doorway into totality.  I was being invited in. As I stood at the threshold, I could feel the indescribable trauma of the souls that had been rent apart. The trauma and horror I felt at that threshold shook me in a way that nothing of this world ever has. I knew beyond any doubt that if I crossed into that realm, it would in all likelihood destroy me. I declared in my mind, I do not consent and immediately withdrew. What would possibly be the purpose of allowing myself to be physically and emotionally destroyed to experience the totality of something I have already experienced? Am I Jesus Christ, sent here to take on all the suffering of the world? No, I am not! I am certain too, that it was not my Self that was inviting me through that threshold. Since then, I have not received any more invitations to experience totality.

While I have no concrete answers about exactly why the experience of totality has been necessary to my purpose here—other than as a growth experience in learning about boundaries and consent—I am beginning to feel as if my human experience in this world is serving as something of a probe, absorbing in concentrate the entirety of the human emotional condition and sending it directly to higher levels to be assessed. It is possible too, that there are other purposes for these experiences that I am as yet unaware of.

While these experiences have been overwhelming and at times nearly devastating, they have allowed me to experience the human condition as it is, without any filters or denials. Although love, kindness and compassion are ever present, the vast majority of humans are only able to access these states of being intermittently, and many humans are unable to access them at all.

That said, there is not one being in this world who is not suffering; neither man nor woman, plant nor animal, controller nor controlled is free from its grasp while incarnate here. We all experience it in one form or another. I have learned through these experiences that energetically, trauma is the tie that binds us to this world, something I intend to write about further. Likewise, it has become obvious to me that because of the constant trauma everyone in this world is subject to, the vast majority of humans are wholly unable to help themselves or change their conditions, despite their intense suffering. Knowing this allows me to be a bit more generous with my compassion and a bit more lenient in my judgments when I see and experience the depravity surrounding me. When I find myself raging against the mind-boggling stupidity and selfishness that seems to define the human condition, a quiet, gentle voice emerges within and reminds me, “they cannot help themselves,” and indeed I know it to be true. Our inherent spiritual nature is not selfish or aggressive; we have been conditioned to be this way, and the programming runs very deep. Because of this, I am no longer concerned with changing the world or bringing in a new paradigm of consciousness or creating any kind of “new earth”. My spiritual focus—which is my only focus—is about reclaiming all parts of my Self and returning the entirety of my Being to the higher Light. The world will continue to do whatever it will do until it eventually consumes itself. Resisting it is counterproductive as that simply feeds power back into its structure. Until the demise of this matrix or my departure, I make every effort to maintain a high state of compassion and simply see it as it is. Nothing else is required.

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“Terror” Attacks in Paris

I wrote this journal entry on November 14, 2015.

I would like to share what I experienced yesterday as it relates to what I have felt for many years, but until recently have been unable to verbalize. Likewise, it is time for me to share a broader experience that I have rarely spoken of because when it happens, it is exceptionally powerful and overwhelming. I will post that in a separate entry as it is rather lengthy.

For the past week or so I have been in a state of grieving for a dear friend who unexpectedly transitioned on November 4th. Whenever someone I love passes over, it brings up fears, thoughts and feelings about mortality, meaning and purpose that I had hidden from myself, so there is usually a period of introspection and processing that follows. However, when I awoke yesterday morning, I felt a tremendous depression and despair hovering over me. At first I assumed it was another level of processing of what I was already dealing with. Yet, as the day progressed, I felt I was being sucked into a vortex of overwhelming despair and grief. I couldn’t understand it because it felt so intense and out of proportion to what I was processing. Furthermore, my headache flared up again and felt like my brain was about to explode from my skull. Instead of spending the day at the library writing, I spent the better part of six hours sitting in my car crying uncontrollably. There was nothing I could do except be with it and allow it to run its course. I finally found some relief when I remembered a technique that entails placing the thumbs on one’s temples and finger pads on the frontal eminences of the forehead while sinking unconditionally into the feelings that are surfacing. I did this for about fifteen minutes and the despair departed. At this point I realized that I was experiencing something from the collective and was not my own personal grief and despair. Not long after that I went to pick my husband up from work and while there I heard about the “terror attacks” in Paris. I have no doubt that I was feeling the collective grief and despair from those incidents.

I share this because for most of my life I have experienced powerful and intense emotions that seemed to have no relation to me at all. Very often, these were surfacing emotions of traumatic events I had suppressed because I didn’t know how to deal with them at the time, and I no longer had a memory of the initial imprinting event. However, through time and much experience, I have learned to discern what are “my” emotions from this lifetime and others, and what I feel from the collective emotional body, such as what happened yesterday.

There is also another class of feeling that is worth mentioning here, and that is something of an artificially constructed energy directed at individuals or groups. I experienced this last night as well. I was laying in bed feeling very relaxed after doing some Reiki on myself to relieve my headache. Suddenly, I felt panic entering my body. It was like a laser beam entering between my shoulder blades into my heart chakra. My heart began to race. I was immediately aware that this was something being directed into me. I neutralized it quickly by visualizing and inhaling the golden light of Source entering through that exact spot between my shoulder blades and filling the entirety of my being with peace, and exhaling it out into the world as love. I did this until I felt calm again.

What I am beginning to realize is that very often (or perhaps always) I have the power of consent over these experiences. Up until the past year or so, I just allowed myself to be blown about by the onslaught of emotions that overwhelmed me, assuming that because I was feeling them they were “mine” and I had to experience them. However, now that I am better able to discern what are my genuine feelings and what I am absorbing from outside of me, I can choose to consent or not to consent. There are appropriate times for both.

What is important to clarify here is being able to discern between the pain that is generated from my individuated life experiences in this lifetime and others, and what is being generated from outside me. I stress this because I have learned that allowing myself to be unconditionally with what I am feeling has been integral to releasing and moving beyond those wounds. Attempting to suppress the emerging feelings through addictions, denial or distractions has been a recipe for prolonging the suffering. That said, sometimes the source of the feelings is obvious, as with the directed energy beam into my heart chakra last night, and sometimes it is not so obvious because of what I am already feeling, as was the case with the grief I felt yesterday. Being able to discern between the two allows me to choose to consent or not, and consciously wielding the power of consent has noticeably altered my human experience, which I will explain further in my next entry.

I Can’t Get No Satisfaction

Last week I decided to shift the stagnant energy I was feeling by taking in a dose of humor, so I visited one of my favorite sources, The Onion. While reading their excellent satirical “news” articles, I came across one entitled, Grown Adult Actually Expects To Be Happy. Little did I know that my quest for humor, of all things, would send me into an existential tailspin that would have me sobbing for hours.

What really stuck in me like a barb was that the fictitious subject of the article, “Rob Peterson”, is just like me. I too, am still expecting to achieve lasting peace within myself and contentment with life. I too, keep thinking, someday, things will get better. Someday, I will be happy and satisfied with my life. But this “someday” has yet to arrive, and given that I have one foot firmly planted across the threshold of “middle age”, I have my doubts that it ever will. I had to ask myself, when will I ever attain this mythical “long lasting happiness”? Am I doomed to be discontent, frustrated and miserable for the rest of my life? Worse yet, will I ultimately drown in this cesspool of bitterness and cynicism? Beneath these questions, there was something much deeper at the core of my anguish, something fundamental that my mind could not grasp in that moment. In the catharsis of tears, an understanding began to emerge.

Aren’t we all “Rob Petersons” to some extent? I would say yes, which is why most of us can relate to that article, and as is all too often the case, the satire cuts a little deep. Reading it was not unlike laughing while being stabbed in the ribs. I began to see that the reason we get so crushed when things don’t go our way or when “enduring happiness” eludes us, is partly because we have all these expectations about the future, and believe that once we have achieved xyz list of goals, then we will finally be happy. But even when we achieve those goals, the happiness is only temporary. This is because it isn’t “happiness” we actually yearn for, it’s wholeness, and that is something the world can never provide. In fact, it is this very broken-ness that keeps us in this dysfunctional, parasitic matrix to begin with.

I am going to take a moment to provide some background on the energetic dynamics of this particular experiential matrix (or universe) we find ourselves in, based on my own insights and internal gnosis, along with some insights from my husband who experiences gnosis as well. My hope is that this will help clarify why regardless of what we do in this world, we just “can’t get no satisfaction.” First, understand that when I speak of “matrix” or “universe”, I am referring to a created space that, simply put, functions as a platform for experience. There are a boundless number of these matrices or universes throughout the All of Creation and they provide an endless variety of experiential possibilities. Understand too, that this particular matrix we are in, is a matrix within a matrix within a matrix. It has been described as something like those Russian nesting dolls with one hidden inside the other. Not all of these matrices experience the kind distortion and dysfunction that characterize this matrix; you know what I refer to—genocide, rape, mass starvation, disease, the whole lot. On a spiritual level, before we project into this distorted matrix, we are whole, Self-Realized, Self-contained beings. We have no needs of any kind, and all our energy is generated within our Selves because of our direct link to what is often referred to as Creator of All, or more simply, Source. We are completely aware of our Selves as Creator/Explorers, which is why we projected into the larger experiential matrix to begin with—to explore.

Upon entering this distorted matrix, we are split in half in a process that is very similar to splitting an atom. This process of being split in two is the most traumatic experience imaginable for a spiritual being—or even an atom, as atoms too, are manifestations of the very intelligence of Creator. By being split, we are no longer whole and thus are unable to generate our own energy. Likewise, it makes our energy available to the demiurge of this matrix that cannot produce its own and must parasite off other beings to acquire it. Through this process of trauma and fragmentation, we not only become parasitic, but because it puts us in the position of constantly needing something, it also makes us very, very easy to control.

Thus, on some deep level we always know that something is missing, but because of the memory wipe we are subjected to upon entering this matrix as well, we just can’t pin-point what that “something” is. Hence we are constantly running on a hamster wheel, chasing a piece of cheese held out to us, but can never reach, constantly looking outside of ourselves for what will make us feel complete. Look! Happiness awaits you in a new leisure suit! Happiness in a silicone boob job! Happiness in the ideal mate! These notions of “happiness” and our relentless pursuit of them only serve to keep us feeling unfulfilled. Even when we attain the objects of our desire, the happiness is fleeting, and eventually we are left feeling unsatisfied yet again, and back on the hamster wheel we go. Furthermore, even if we were to find the other half that was split from us, because of the nature of the polarity and the energetic dynamics of that split, we can never physically come in contact with that other half in this world, because to do so would cause a cataclysm of such magnitude it would destroy the universe as we know it. This is something akin to bringing matter and anti-matter together–KABOOM! The only way that we can achieve our true state of wholeness is to exit this parasitic matrix and return to the Eternal Self that continues to exist beyond it—the Self that has never been split in two.

The hours of paralyzing crisis I experienced last week after reading the Onion article proved to be fruitful, thankfully. I realized that while I am still in this distorted matrix, I can attain a modicum of contentment and mental peace by dismissing the notion of “enduring happiness” and accept that happiness, like sadness, anger, or any other feeling, is a transient experience. I can also choose not to build up expectations about what will happen in the future, and instead anchor my attention on what I am feeling and experiencing right now. If I am feeling pain or distress, I can accept that this is what I am feeling now, and know that it, like all experiences, will pass.

Likewise, instead of setting myself up for the inevitable disappointment that stems from seeking to attain happiness, I can choose to foster joy. Joy, unlike happiness, is not contingent upon certain events happening; it is what we are and available to us any moment we choose to connect with it. For me, it arises into my awareness by being fully present in the moment and not attempting to run away from what I’m experiencing. I can be feeling pain, grief, rage, loneliness, etc. and still experience joy. I find joy in connecting in my relationships (both human and non-human), in meaningful creativity, and in very simple pleasures such as feeling the warmth of sunshine on my back, admiring the beauty of nature, or enjoying a hot cup of tea.

The emotional tribulation I endured last week triggered by The Onion article became an intensely cathartic and enlightening experience; it also proved to be nothing less than ironic. Who would have thought that deep emotional catharsis and greater spiritual clarity could be found in the pages of “America’s Finest News Source”? Happiness may be fleeting, but indeed, humor abounds.


Note: Image above courtesy Eric on Flickr. If anyone has a link to his site, please contact me so I can include it. Thank you!


A Three Stooges Universe

Have you ever watched any of the old Three Stooges movies? I have, and I enjoy them in small doses because I love how they comically depict the crazy antics of the ego, and utilize an exaggerated, cartoon style violence; even though they get clobbered with bricks, smash each other over the head with wooden beams and poke each other in the eyes, they just pick themselves up, dust off and carry on! Of course, if they were actually getting hurt it wouldn’t be funny at all, but because we know that no one is really getting hurt, that it’s all a work of fiction, it becomes hilarious!

I had my own Three Stooges moment that took place over a year and a half ago and resurfaced earlier this year with a very different perspective. I was in a phase of this rich, delightful journey through perimenopause in which my moods were often nothing less than demonic and I was ready to eviscerate anyone for any reason at all. It was during this time that my husband and I got into a quarrel that became quite the sore spot in our hearts. The subject of our fight is not particularly important as we all know how couple’s quarrels are often very intense and important to those doing the quarreling, and utterly asinine to those unfortunate enough to witness them. Yet such arguments can quickly escalate when deeply buried shadow issues are surfacing to be reconciled, as was the case for us at that time.

We were shouting at each other and calling names when suddenly my husband threw a pillow in my face. It didn’t do any damage, of course, because it was a pillow, but it hurt. In that moment I was so angry, I wanted to jump up and rip his ears right off his head. Immediately a voice within me asked, do you really want to take this to the next level? In the split second it took me to consider, I said YES. And up I went, lunging at him. We grappled with each other down the hallway like two cage fighters until finally we both got tired and went off to sulk in separate rooms. We emerged from that fight with our bodies unscathed, but our hearts deeply bruised. It was such a painful episode in our emotional life that I just didn’t want to think about it, so I tossed it in the “I don’t know how to deal with this” bin and basically forgot about it.

Fast forward one year… I was at my hellish department store job focusing on a task, when for some reason the memory of that awful incident came to mind. And suddenly, I began to laugh. And I laughed some more. The laughter began to roll out of me in great snorts and throaty gobbles. I couldn’t stop laughing! I was laughing with such forcefulness I began to dribble in my pants. And on it went; it was uncontrollable, delirious laughter unlike anything I’d experienced before. I wasn’t laughing to cover over the pain of the incident because I felt no pain about it at all anymore. Nor was it a mocking, self-effacing laughter. It was laughter of pure, unbridled hilarity.

One year had distanced me from that painful event, yet recalling it in my mind at that moment was like watching some wacky Three Stooges episode! Just as Curly, Larry and Moe go through insane antics that appear to be caustically violent, no one is ever hurt because they are role-playing a work of fiction. And in that moment I knew beyond any doubt that my entire life and the world as we know it is nothing more than just that—a work of fiction. Not only that, but a work of fiction I had willfully convinced myself into believing is real. This realization was nothing less than an epiphany—an epiphany of great hilarity.

When I arrived home later that night (with a very sore side, I might add) I shared the bizarre experience with my husband, and he too, found it hilarious but with a tinge of compassion for the parts of us that had been so painfully convinced of its reality. I realized then that this perspective shift was a gift I had bequeathed myself to allow in a profound healing, not just for that particular experience, but as an opportunity to witness all the traumas I’ve experienced in this world from an expanded perspective, that of the Eternal Self that cannot die or be injured in any way, and unequivocally knows when it projects itself into this matrix, that it will emerge unscathed. I realize for most it may be difficult to believe or even conceptualize that what goes on in this insane and oftentimes painful “reality” has absolutely no detrimental effect on the highest levels of our Beingness, but in my experience this is the case.

While I feel profound gratitude to have experienced a painful moment from a wholly different perspective, it has not yet filtered over to all the other painful episodes of my life. However, it has allowed me to begin thinking about them in a different way—that of knowing that whatever craziness goes on in this Holodeck universe, the data from the experience is stored, but absolutely none of the trauma comes with us when we return to the Self from which we projected. More importantly, it also crystallized within me how I intend to leave this world: When it comes time for me to exit this body and return to my point of initiation, it will not be with tears of grief, bitterness or despair. No, I choose to leave this world in glorious, uncontrollable peals of laughter, knowing that what I AM can never be defeated, damaged, or killed, knowing that exploring every possible facet of this created universe has been but a brief moment in the timelessness of Eternity. I choose to leave knowing that I AM already at Home and always have been, awaiting my return from this most poignant, amazing, and oftentimes hilarious adventure.