@Alejo thank you, I thought so as well, it is best to process whatever shows up and proceed from there, observing how one feels etc. But I asked just in case if "official rules" are different :)
@Fluffy your experience was indeed very intense, so it's good to have comparison and know what we can expect, just in case :) also a point in case that each person does it as needed!
@Breo thank you for sharing, your experience seem intense as well!
I felt it would be good to have a discussion place for this experiment, as for every other experiments the Forum people do! And I'm glad I did, because some of your posts made me aware of things I could turn my attention to in the next rounds, and for sure it will be helpful for others.
Thanks for the meditation. I will just share some extracts from my experience and try and describe some of the imagery in my minds eye.
I imagined the elevator and going down it. Occasionally whilst in the lift my view went outside my body and I saw a woman in an old fashioned jacket, skirt and handbag. I may have got a bit confused from the instructions not immediately realizing I was meant to go down from 10 to 1. I don’t know whether it was due to this initial confusion but I felt drawn to floor 6, though I followed the instructions and exited on floor 1.
The room at the bottom included a small ornate cushioned bench and I observed a single well crafted wooden door with a gold/yellow colored decorated curved handle. Going through the door the quality of imagery and senses became a lot less clear and the imagery reduced to mostly black and white; though I had some awareness of colors on occasion. I got the sense I was a woman and saw a lot of representations of a woman in what I would describe as Victorian era attire possibly white summer dresses in a garden setting.
This woman was different in appearance and era of fashion to the one who appeared in the lift earlier.
From the general imagery I had the idea of my race/ethnicity being white European. Though when I tried to ask the question I just saw a string of blurry movement of shapes. This was followed by a few senses, glimpses of insectoid features around my hands and head. This imagery did not reappear after this.
Dwelling on matters of forgiveness I got a sense I had caused harm with words in this life.
Later I felt myself spinning in a void and then saw a lot of gardens, rivers and natural imagery in color and detail. When I have meditated in the past the most common imagery I get, if any is of plants and nature.
The scene went black and white again but the detail was improved. This time I was looking in first person and examined some brass jug container on a shelf and observed two new older gentlemen. Both in suits the first had a colorful checkered shirt beneath his suit jacket and untidy hair; I had a sense he might have been my father. The second gentleman was balding. When I looked at the second man I tried to insert color into the scene but I sensed the image quality worsening with this and let it be.
I am left feeling the need for more practice. I didn’t really get a clear idea of what was going on or even my name, though I did sense some. As noted above it seemed as it went on my perception was gradually improving. At a couple of points in the meditation I felt intense energy around my eyes and was fighting to keep my eyelids closed.
Shortly after the experience lying in bed I heard a sudden string of beeps in my right ear over the course of 5-10 seconds increasing in intensity akin to a bomb timer from a movie. This reached a crescendo before there were three more small beeps and then silence. I do occasionally hear odd frequency noises but do not recall hearing such a mechanical beeping before outside from tv media.
I am greatful to you @karo for opening this thread. Very appealing exercise to do, my point of view.
I tried once, on a afternoon. Looking forward to try again but didn't find the right condition yet and time.
May I say that I had palpitations during the exercise, expectations I believe.
I saw myself in front of a old dark wooden door with big nails of iron. The handle was like twisted black iron.
Getting in, I saw something similar to a dark alley with light further away. Later I thought of a market. I was with a young boy (6-7) who I identified as my son then and now. He was dressed with dark red fabric. I was a young woman with long dark hair fair brown skin and dressed in gray, green, bluish fabric which covered my hair and a long tunic. Walking along after a while, I found myself around a few women washing clothes in a stone basin... then I fell asleep and woke up when Laura's voice stopped.
I found this experience amazing and I really feel the need to dig further but without rush.
Once a month would be okay. You don't want to rush this sort of thing. And there's another, more general meditation that can be done once a week or more often if needed.
Once a month would be okay. You don't want to rush this sort of thing. And there's another, more general meditation that can be done once a week or more often if needed.
The unconscious planes within are such a jungle. These guided meditations you’re doing for us all, giving us a little glimpse into our inner selves, are priceless.
Endless appreciation for you for all that you do to help us bring some awareness and understanding of the many worlds we inhabit.
I also think it might be worthwhile to really check out the interior of your elevator and what that might reveal.
In other guided meditations I didn’t pay that much attention, just dimly lit, warm earthy tones, some soft slow jazzy type of music with moody strip lighting around the panels.
In this past life one I get in and notice some mirrors facing each other with endless reflections and then poof, a recliner appears facing the doors, so I get in and relax.
At first I thought I’m just chilling while I go under but now after a few days of consideration I think that may be the recliner is symbolising a ‘lazy boy’ … I mean, who on earth lays down in an elevator. It’s very symbolic to me because I’ve always just wanted to close my eyes and hope that I’ll wake up one day and all my (and the worlds) problems will be solved.
I’m pretty lazy, can be very unmotivated and have really struggled to face myself in the mirror, making all kinds of excuses of why I can’t do any deep work below the surface. So many mirror reflection too for me to look at in the elevator, some so distant and tiny that it’s hard to even see anything at all.
Hmm, interesting. I wonder now if the elevator will keep evolving to reveal more unconscious secrets.
Once a month would be okay. You don't want to rush this sort of thing. And there's another, more general meditation that can be done once a week or more often if needed.
Thank you Laura and team for those two fantastic meditations. I have always struggled with motivating myself to medidate but recently I found your "Amazing Meditation " which I have been doing in the early mornings for the past 3 to 4 weeks at least and a few days ago the "Past Life" meditation which I did once.
Now the motivation is switched on and sometimes I have to restrain myself to give myself time to reflect.
Thank you ever so much for giving us the tool which could help to get a glimpse into consciousness.
I tried to do the meditation, but the language was a barrier for me. But I was still able to visualize the door. Well, it was made of thick solid wood, hollowed out in the middle, rounded at the top and colored deep red. I can see that several people had similar details.
Yesterday I did past life healing meditation for the first time and I saw myself as about 40 years old widow.
In like 200 years ago, middle class in some village near the sea shore like England or somewhere similar.
Big garden with lots of roses and schrubs, birds and forest near. Simple house, flower meadows, beautiful landscape .
The only person I saw was some man who dies and left a wife and little son behind.
He was like doctor or something, well respected and
I was either in love with him or had affair, not sure.
I saw myself telling to his wife that I'm so sorry and if she could please forgive me.
Soon after, she dies too and I adopt their child to take care like my own.
It was like watching film, no special emotions involved. Oh, and my name was Eustacia.
During meditation the most important was that I felt safe and protected to open the door and see, without any
judgement or fear.
Btw, I did regression hipnosis once 20 years ago from coriousity and then I saw myself as some woodman who had 5 kids and a wife who hated his guts cause he was drunk all the time and violant to them. Then I died because big tree fell on me - nobody was sad.
Wheather all that was true or I imagined that doesn't really matter to me.
It's like good book full of food for thoughts and lessons.
So I will continue with practise at least once a month - it's fun and usefull
Thank you so much for both meditations, they are much needed and appreciated !
I tried this meditation after a stressful week that had involved spaying a socialized feral cat we have become quite fond of and my own cataract surgery on the first eye. Both are episodes where physical 2D and 3D must be adjusted.
I was resistant to going the basement…I don’t like being underground anyway. I took the elevator up to a very light room full of windows high up in a skyscraper. A city scene was the panorama below.
Nothing happened so I asked why I had cried every night as a baby. My mother had to sit up rocking me. How tiring that must have been for her.
I got the impression that it was because of all the mistakes and harm i would inflict in life. I knew when I came in the I might not meet the challenges successfully. (Guilt maybe carried in from previous lives, even from the start, that’s how they get you.?). I would not be wise enough to avoid or act in correct or kindly ways. Much of it was just unavoidable actions because of ignorance. This was in regards to all my interactions with 2D life, animals. I have lived and cared for several farms and the animals, as well as pets throughout my life. It has been a key feature. More recently, I had made the decision to not to have any more pets. Then they just show up and adopt us. Two domestic rabbits made a hidey hole under the porch steps and I did my best to feed them good food. Dogs got them eventually. Now there are 6 cats. A stray mama cat that had kittens that my husband started to feed. Now they are my concern and 3 of them we are very attached to. A little one with a super personality and has needed to have a cold treated by me.
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Getting back to the meditation. What started to come up was all the harm and ignorance or unkindness that I had caused to any animals in my care in my current life. Locked up emotions of harming life. Causing hurt to something else. Causing harm. What being in 3D forces us to do in relation to 2D and what 4D is doing to us is in my awareness so much of the time. I’m still having to release more of the emotions about this. I still want to cry more just writing about it.
The meditation is not one I could do often. It was intense. Or there may be another more suitable way like Eiriu Eolas. But I have had intense experience with that as well. But I will have to do a meditation to focus on cleaning emotions relating to interactions with people. I need to release the trapped harm I have caused in this life.
I realize this was mot the purpose of this meditation but simply where I went with it.
Dear Laura and team, a heartfelt thank you for another wonderful gift.
Well, the relaxation of my body took me to a depth I had rarely experienced before.
As I concentrated on the numbers on the elevator – from 10 to 1 – the door opened
to a late Baroque library. The beauty of the room – the countless books,
the two staircases, the fine wood, the height, and the perfect order – was overwhelming.
To avoid being distracted, I fixed my gaze on my feet, concentrated
on Laura's voice, and directed my attention to the door at the end of the hall.
A mighty door, simply decorated, with a stone frame and a crystal doorknob.
Panic overcame me as I stood directly in front of the door, suddenly remembering a conversation with Nancy 40 years ago: "Was I a temple dancer in my last life?" I had asked.
Her answer: "No, you never belonged to any state religion in any life, but spiritually, you failed miserably in your last life. You were very rich, traded with China, but let your wife and three children starve to death."
I knew about evil even as a child—through beatings and punishments—but that I myself was part of it shocked me deeply.
I focused again on Laura's voice, on my feet, and at the count of 3, I opened the door. I was standing in the void, on the verge of a heart attack.
Good God, I was so scared.
Breathing exercises and remembering Laura's voice from the EE video calmed me down.
Then I saw a square full of pebbles with skulls sticking out of them. I stepped closer to make sure.
They were skulls, half buried, half visible. I bowed deeply and said, "I give you the honor."
After further words expressing my grief and remorse, I said to the deceased: "I still have one life to live, and I'll stay a little longer—please look kindly upon me and my loved ones."
Afterward, my gaze wandered around again, and I noticed soldiers in green and red uniforms, looking joyfully exuberant. But when I tried to focus on the scene, it dissolved. That wasn't a problem, because Laura had already announced the return journey.
I briefly jotted down my experiences in bullet points and returned soon after, because while writing, an idea had come to me that I wanted to implement immediately.
When I arrived at the deceased's home, I buried them all with dignity. For comfort and security, I created a Madonna-like sculpture and erected a memorial with all their names.
I was glad I could do it.
By the way, I can say that I understand perhaps only 20% of what was being said—but that doesn't matter to me at the moment. I watched the video later with subtitles and know roughly what to do.
And as long as Laura's voice accompanies us, everything ends well.
I've done the sessions both sitting and lying down. Sitting is my favorite position
because when I'm sitting, I sense and feel this deep relaxation and can let myself go while remaining focused.
I'll continue and report back.
Thanks for this thread, Karo. Translated with Google
Liebe Laura und Team, ein herzliches Dankeschön für ein weiteres wundervolles Geschenk.
Nun, die Entspannung meines Körpers führte mich in eine Tiefe, die ich selten zuvor erlebt hatte.
Als ich mich auf die Zahlen des Aufzugs konzentrierte – von 10 bis 1 – öffnete sich die Tür
zu einer spätbarocken Bibliothek. Die Schönheit des Raumes – die unzähligen Bücher,
die beiden Treppen, das edle Holz, die Höhe und die perfekte Ordnung – war überwältigend.
Um nicht abgelenkt zu werden, fixierte ich meinen Blick auf meine Füsse, konzentrierte mich
auf Lauras Stimme und richtete meine Aufmerksamkeit auf die Tür am Ende des Saales.
Eine mächtige Tür, schlicht verziert, mit einem steinernen Rahmen und einer Türklinke aus Kristall.
Panik überkam mich als ich direkt vor der Tür stand, denn plötzlich erinnerte ich mich an ein Gespräch mit Nancy vor 40 Jahren: "War ich im letzten Leben eine Tempeltänzerin?" hatte ich gefragt.
Ihre Antwort: "Nein, du gehörtest in keinem Leben einer staatlichen Religion an, aber spirituell hast du im letzten Leben gründlich versagt. Du warst sehr reich,
handeltest mit China, hast aber deine Frau und deine drei Kinder verhungern lassen."
Ich wusste schon als Kind vom Bösen – durch Schläge und Strafen – aber dass ich selbst Teil davon war,
schockierte mich zutiefst.
Ich konzentrierte mich wieder auf Lauras Stimme, auf meine Füße, und bei 3
öffnete ich die Tür. Ich stand im Nichts und kurz vor einem Herzinfarkt.
Grosser Gott, ich hatte so eine Angst.
Durch Atemübungen und die Erinnerung an Lauras Stimme aus dem EE-Video beruhigten mich.
Dann sah ich einen Platz voller Kieselsteine, aus denen Totenköpfe schauten. Ich trat näher, um sicherzugehen.
Es waren Totenköpfe, halb vergraben, halb sichtbar. Ich verneigte mich tief und sagte: "Ich gebe euch die Ehre."
Nach weiteren Worten, die meine Trauer und Reue ausdrückten, sagte ich zu den Verstorbenen: "Ich habe noch ein Leben zu leben und ich bleibe
noch ein bisschen - bitte schaut freundlich auf mich und meine Lieben."
Danach schweifte mein Blick wieder umher, und ich bemerkte Soldaten in grün-roten Uniformen, die fröhlich ausgelassen waren. Doch als ich versuchte,
mich auf die Szene zu konzentrieren, löste es sich auf. Das war nicht weiter schlimm, denn Laura hatte bereits den Rückweg angekündigt.
Ich notierte meine Erlebnisse kurz in Stichpunkten und kehrte bald darauf zurück, denn mir war beim schreiben eine Idee gekommen, die ich sofort umsetzen wollte.
Bei den Verstorbenen angekommen, bestattete ich sie alle würdevoll. Zum Trost und Sicherheit schuf ich eine madonnenartige Skulptur und errichtete ein Denkmal mit allen Namen.
Ich war einfach froh dass ich das machen konnte.
Im Übrigen kann ich sagen, dass ich vielleicht nur 20% von dem gesprochenen verstehe – ist mir aber im Moment egal. Ich habe das Video später mit Untertiteln angeschaut und weiss ungefähr, was zu tun ist.
Und solange Lauras Stimme uns begleitet, endet alles im Guten.
Ich habe die Sitzungen sowohl im Sitzen als auch im Liegen gemacht. Sitzen ist meine Lieblingsposition,
denn im Sitzen spüre und fühle ich diese tiefe Entspannung und kann mich gut fallen lassen und zugleich konzentriert bleiben.
I think that it is important to be as consistent as possible. That is, decide on a schedule and try to stick to it. There will be more meditations so you will have a variety. Also, it is helpful to have a notebook in which to write down your observations and/or experiences each time. And, as noted by Fluffy, you can pay attention to things (inside of elevator) and note that and if it changes over time.
I also tried the past life healing meditation a few days ago and felt like sharing the experience. I did it twice in a single day, because the first time the experience was unexpectedly strong and kind of jolted me awake, so I wasn't fully satisfied, but the second time I could visualize very little. Not sure how much was just imagination, but then I suppose that's not really so important. It would stll be our minds trying to tell us something, I think.
At first the elevator's inside looked white, very bright/glowy and pretty much featureless. After being prompted to visualize it as a warm, welcoming interior I kind of made an effort to change it into a warmly lit elevator with dark brown wood panels and a red carpet. This is something that keeps happening with the elevator across the various meditations.
The basement looked like the kind of room one could find in a mansion, wood panels on the walls, a library, a desk, a couple of old style lamps and even a fireplace, except that the room was quite small and felt very cramped. Also, I THINK I remember everything being a bit dusty. On my second visit the room was a bit more spacious and arranged a bit differently, no dust, but that's all.
The door was also made of wood (dark brown, like everything else made of wood in the room), with some simple, classic rectangular carvings and a shiny golden handle. Fairly normal door.
When asked to think of where it would lead, Atlantis was the first thing that came to mind, so I was half expecting all kinds of high tech marvels and crystals and all that kind of stuff. Instead, I found myself in what seemed like the peristyle of a temple or temple-like structure (the porch around the building, with columns on the external side). I'm not big on architecture but it made me think of ancient Greece. The wall of the building, the floor and the (very large and tall) columns of this large peristyle all seemed to be made of marble or something similar, kind of faintly azure in color. I didn't visualize any kind of distinctive feature or design.
Looking beyond the columns I could see or at least sense, on lower ground, a fairly large, sprawling city, but I didn't catch any details at first. On my second visit the sight was still very hazy, but it looked like the buildings of the city were mostly smallish and made of sandstone or a similar material. Very simple and even poor, especially compared to the temple. It seemed like the city was built around and on the inner walls of a chasm or crater of sorts. I also got the feeling of a lot of moving water, like waterways or rivers and cascades maybe. Again, very hazy on this part.
When asked who I was, at first I got 2 different people in mind. The first was a woman, seemingly caucasian, blonde, quite beautiful, looked around 35-40 years old. The second was a man, a bit older, also caucasian, very handsome and masculine features, short silver hair and a well trimmed silver beard. I almost want to say that it wasn't gray but actually silver in color. It seemed that I was the woman and that the man was someone deeply loved, probably my (her) husband. Both of us as well as a few other people walking around this peristyle were dressed similarly, white togas with a single golden button or pin on the shoulder, at the clavicle. When asked about my profession, the concepts that came to mind were "researcher", "student", "teacher", except not quite.. Something like that. I think that was true of everyone there. Also my name was unclear, but I got something like "gin","ginz","ginza"..
When asked about significant events, I clearly saw the man dead, murdered I think. I saw that scene from the outside. The man was on the ground, in the woman's arms, a large bloodstain on the toga, while the woman cried. It was only for a few moments, but I could feel the suffering and loss. That distressed me far more than I expected and kind of jolted me fully awake. Tried to keep going but I couldn't really feel it after that point, though when guided to "release any lingering attachments", so to speak, I tried to do that and "release" this tragic event.
Didn't sense anyone I currently know being present nor any significant "karmic debt" aside from maybe a slight feeling of minor and inconsequential issues.
An interesting experience.. Now if only I knew for sure what to make of it..
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