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The Adventures of a Solitary Soul - H. J. Sharp

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Dream 12 - Out of passing time into eternity

I had been persisting with the exercises I had developed, practicing them e ach night before getting into bed, for some time. There had also been a number of the recurring dreams similar the two already described.

And then in June of 1961, the 15th to be precise, I was in bed and asleep and started to dream. As I watched the dream with or through the guiding Angel, there gradually assembled the now familiar three Angels, symbolic for me of Moving, Feeling and Intellect. They formed a group facing each other, talking with each other, or in some way communicating or interacting with each other. Then the dream changed. It was no, longer a dream, nor was I "awake", or in so called reallity. It was more real than real and I was really awake, more then I had ever been before.

I became aware that there was a fourth. As the fourth joined the group, one of them said: "We have been wondering when you would arrive, we have waited a long time". Then a voice said - "And he has come to the last event in his life, and he has".

Then it was as if the three Angels seemed to fuse with the fourth or become the fourth, became one. There was a blinding light, a light that was both within and without because there was no longer any within or without or any symbolic Angels. And even the observer Angel seemed to have disappeared or I had become it. There certainly was no me or not me. The observer and that which participated had become one. All was. There was no longer any space nor any time. It was indescribable, beyond the words, beyond the symbols, but more real than anything I had experienced. This was reality, independent of the senses or the material reality. There were no organs of sense between me and what I was aware of . I was what I was aware off and yet I was what was aware of it. And now the all pervading voice said: "Yes, he is right, he has come to the end of his life which will now begin".

So I was out of space and time and in the eternal now. All was, issness; the drop that falls into the ocean and knows the ocean and yet still is the drop, for the ocean has now entered the drop. This is the transpersonal experience.
The key had turned again and the door had opened on a reality I was not prepared for. I could not handle the information. There were connections at so many levels each with their own logic, subject to their own laws. I knew I must find a way of becoming more prepared; of approaching it by stages. This I have since spent my life working at, and so it is as if my life began at this point.
"And when he was a great way off, his Father saw him". 

About two months after this experience a friend gave me a copy of the little book by Ouspensky, "The Psychology of Man's Possible Evolution", And there it all was, the three lower which when correctly developed give rise to the Higher.