Virtual Reality – the Archetype

Sometimes when there is a great idea what we lock on to in our physical world, something that’s a great idea that everyone understands but really hasn’t been implemented properly yet, and everyone’s working hard to make it a reality – sometimes that very thing already exists in perfect form on the higher planes.

Virtual Reality is one of those things.  But Virtual Reality, it’s basic essence, doesn’t make any sense; you want to create a computer simulation so good, it mimics the real world? Why not just experience the real world, then? I know there’s a lot more to it: something that everyone desires, the ability for a human being to create a computer model and visualization system, with pictures and sound, that are so real and responsive to our movements and actions, that it feels real, that it can fool your brain into thinking it’s completely real.  You can tell by the feel of thinking about Virtual Reality that there’s something more to it than just “making things feel like our regular boring life.” There’s a greatness to it, a purity, a perfection, an outcome that excites us.  But why?

Because it already exists on the Astral plane. We have already created true Virtual Reality on the Higher Astral level, for all people who have an Astral vehicle and know how to use it, to reach that level and hang out with everyone else there.

The greatest games exist on the Higher Astral plane. It’s truly amazing.

I visited a new game up there one time, that started in an all-white lounge, with post-modern oval furniture and huge windows looking out over a massive hillside many miles across, and maybe a thousand feet tall. It was an impressive view. It was more interesting, though, to see the wide variety of people hanging out in this all-white observation room, which was the starting point of the game. Most of them were just standing around talking to each other, having fascinating conversations they were totally absorbed in, hardly looking out the window at their friends running around the hillside playing the game. There were hundreds of them out there, many that were separate from many others because of the size of this massive playground.

I didn’t feel like joining any conversations, that seemed boring to me; I wanted to play this game! I don’t think I had ever played it before.

So I jumped into the game — donning my play suit, armed with a cool gun with a tube running back to the backpack that was on my back. All of this just appeared out of nowhere, and I was placed in the center of the hillside; I could tell where my position was, relative to the spot up in the observation room I was in just a few moments earlier.

I looked at my gun, being held by my gloved hands; it seemed to have two settings.  I tried the first one, and when I pulled the trigger a white foam sprayed out powerfully from the barrel of the gun all over the ground – and in half-a-second, flowers sprang up where the foam hit the ground!  If I concentrated the foam at one spot, it would grow a tree; spray it randomly, and the most beautiful multicolor flowers would suddenly spring up from nowhere.  It was amazing.  I went to a dirt-area, and covered it with flowers in just a few seconds.

The other setting on the gun was the “bullets”, if I was facing bad guys, I could shoot at them and take them out, supposedly, in this game.  I loved that you could approach the game either way – healing, or hurting, using your flower-foam, or bullets.  After playing with the foam for a bit, I decided to try to pursue a piece of the normal story line of this game – which was to free hostages, being held by the bad guys. I know I’m not real good fighting bad guys, but I wanted to try any way, maybe I could help some hostages become free.

So I started sneaking left and up the hill, where I saw a building and some structures.  As I got closer, I could see that next to a small 1-story house was a man-made jail made out of bamboo posts, tied together with ropes. And there were 4 people inside it!  I snuck up near them, and waived to them – they said “help us get free! The key is inside the house! But be careful, there’s bad guys in there!”

So I motioned to them that I would come back for them soon – and started sneaking to the open door I spotted on one side of the building. I ducked beneath an open window, and sneaked thru the open door, and looked around. It was dark inside, but I could hear men talking and moving around. I knew they were the bad guys.  So I ran into the room to shoot and capture them – and I was tackled and caught!  So much for scoring any points in this game.

The game was over for me, and I was back in the all-white waiting room with the other people chatting with each other, who never noticed my absence or my return.  I felt let-down, like I knew I was bad at shooting games, but that was ridiculous. I would have to come back another time and try again.

Another time I was visiting the Higher Astral plane looking at the amazing game constructs people had created, I was with a friend, who was showing me a game he liked to play – and amazingly enough, in this 3-D world, it was a side-scrolling game!  It was a huge (50-foot-tall or more) rock surface, with different shaped and sized rocks protruding, and lots of caves all over this roughly flat rock-side-surface, that stretched into the distance farther than I could see.  It was obvious to me that the left side where I was currently standing was the “beginning section”, and as you worked your way up and to the right, you get to more intermediate, and advanced, sections of the game.  You could only get to the next few caves by conquering a number of the current caves you’re currently near by.  In other words, you didn’t have to solve every cave in every order, but you couldn’t get any further until you had conquered a certain percentage of the ones you hadn’t solved yet.  I remembered, I had played this a few times in the past, but not recently.  I mentioned to my friend that I got up to a certain point, pointing to the spot, over there, up and to the right where I was standing.  He said, “oh good, do you know how to get past that room there?” pointing to one I was stuck on.  “No,” I admitted.  He gave me some advice.  I don’t recall what he told me now, but it was something like doing a special kind of jump, to go higher than ever before, or getting an object to get past a dangerous spot, or something like that.

Looking up I could see dozens of people playing right now, and going from one area to another, walking, climbing, hanging from ropes, catapulting, jumping, swinging, crawling thru tiny crevices, avoiding bigfoots and yetis, snakes, etc., and making progress slowly through the interesting experiences that many people had created and interconnected into one giant massive game – far larger than any “paper mario” you may have experienced in the physical plane.

 

The sense I get is that these games are stored on the “hard disk” of actual people’s memories and feelings – there are people who are probably more advanced than many of us on Earth, who have more storage capacity than we do – who create and maintain the intricately detailed worlds or partial-worlds that comprise these games, as a donation to the world for the benefit of all of Humanity, to make fun experiences and interesting explorations and entertainment for hundreds of thousands of people who have advanced to the level that they can reach these Higher Astral levels and play around with these virtual worlds.  I think that all of us can create virtual worlds on the Higher Astral plane, however until we become more spiritually advanced, we cannot “store” as much stuff as more advanced people can.

I distinctly remember waking up from a nap one time, and as I was returning to my body lying on the couch at my parents house in Sedona AZ, I knew I was in my body and about to open my eyes; but I heard a little girl’s voice say to me, “can we build a world now?” and I replied, “I can’t, I have to go,” to which she responded – “oh, PLEEEEESSSSEEE?” in the loudest voice, directly into my ear – it was startling.  And I opened my eyes.  She sounded like the cutest little girl! I don’t know what she looked like or where she came from. But from that experience I surmised that I have the ability to create Virtual Worlds myself, and that apparently I have friends up there who like to build things with me as well.  It sounds like a lot of fun actually, doesn’t it.

Teachers create experiences on the Higher Astral plane as teaching instruments for their students.

There was a scenario that I experienced over and over again, which usually means it is a training situation that you have to re-take until you get it right, because that’s what happened for me with this one.  In this scenario it was a big square bamboo maze, sitting on the ground – lots of different rooms that you had to visit in order, to get past the distinct unique puzzles at each one, to move on to the next one – maybe 12-15 puzzles in all – to come out the other end, which was where the greatest things were, the smartest people and the best experiences beyond that point.

I know I tried to get thru this maze at least 80-90 times.  Eventually I was able to get completely thru it in one night, and eventually I did even better than that.

Each room helped you face a different type of fear, that you had to conquer to pass it.

The first room I remember vividly – it was a 3-headed dog, sitting in the back of it’s cage, and you had to walk by the front of the cage, well within reach of any of the 3 snarling long-fang-ridden faces of this 3-headed dog. It was really scary.  It snarled and barked at me.  There was a piece of meat hanging high up inside its cage, that the dog-thing couldn’t reach.  I could reach it – but I would have to stick my arm completely inside the vertical rungs of this cage – the dog could bite my hand or arm at any moment!  I could never get close to it at first, the dogs would scare me too much, and I couldn’t walk past, with those heads and long necks reaching around, trying to bite me, drooling all over the place.

Eventually I learned the secret.

If you maintain a calm attitude with no fear, the 3-headed-dog stays completely calm too, just looks at you.  He’s looking at your fear, to measure how to respond to you!  So I avoided looking at him, and held my fear in check, maintaining a fully calm attitude, and he just sat down, and did nothing.  I reached in, calmly, to grab the steak, and succeeded!  I threw it over to the 3-headed-dog, and he was grateful and appreciative for the food- and all 3 heads started eating the stake at the same time.  I walked calmly and in conscious control of my emotions past the cage, to the next section, which had yet another puzzle to solve.

After solving all the puzzles many times, over many nights, I eventually figured out some tricks — after solving the first puzzle, I could smash thru the bamboo wall in this spot right here, to cut off 2 whole rows of puzzles, and solve only 3 more puzzles, to get thru the maze much faster. Then I could spend more time in the huge area beyond the maze area.  That was where the real fun was.

Another time I know that a teacher friend of mine (someone I greatly respect on the physical plane, who was my spiritual teacher for a while) created a scenario to help me and many other young men at the time learn more about our world, and about heart quality, and doing the right thing, etc.  She made us go thru this scenario she created on the Astral plane, and I ran thru it with them about 3 times, doing the best I could.  But I started getting bored of it, tired of it, and my lower self was starting to wake up which didn’t want to go thru the game a 4th time – so I decided to start screwing with things in the game, doing the opposite of what you’re supposed to do – because I knew it was just a fake scenario and an artificial construct.

Along the shore line of some kind of aquaduct system there were unconscious people whom I was supposed to stop and help.  But I already did that a bunch of times, I was tired of it, she was having us re-play the same scenario with no changes over and over; so I decided to start kicking the bodies into the water!  Just for fun.  “Fun”, not that I would want to hurt anyone (unconscious people), but “fun” in the sense of “this is just a dumb game, I’m done with this game, I’m not playing by your rules anymore, and here is how I am going to show you that.”

Anyway, it’s what I chose to do.  So I ran along doing that, but some of those other young men were also taking the course from this teacher, and half way thru the teacher stopped the course and pulled us all together to her, to see what was wrong.  I was just standing there watching – and this boy started shouting, “did you see what he did? He can’t do that! He shouldn’t do that! He pushed the bodies in the water so they would drown! That’s not what you’re supposed to do!  Why did he do that?  He can’t do that?!”

This was getting really interesting now! I watched my teacher to see what she would do – this was partly my way of judging my teacher, if she was a wise enough person to handle this situation properly, or if she would yell at me, or drive me away or something.  Here’s what happened next:  She listened to this boy exploding his emotions about all the wrongs I just did, while I was thinking how fake the whole scenario was; and the teacher just stared out into the distance, in between that boy and me, not looking at anyone or anything, accessing information we don’t have access to in her mind; and she said, “it’s OK, don’t worry, no it’s not like that, it’s not that bad, it’s OK…” kind of reassuring words to the boy.  Then she said “I know why he did that, and it’s OK, you don’t know why he did that but I do, it’s OK, don’t worry about it, you’ll be OK,” that kind of thing.  I was watching her and listening to her, wondering if she really was seeing the reason why I did that, and the fact that I am not a bad person, and would never do that to a real person ever, but that I was fed up with the scenario and did not want to redo it a 4th time.  Around that time I left the training center, and went someplace else, and woke up shortly thereafter.  A lot of times that I become “conscious” up there, means that I have to wake up pretty soon, it’s my lower consciousness regaining consciousness, up there, wherever I am at the time, and bringing those memories back down to my physical body/brain so that I can remember them to write them down, to tell you on this blog. At least that’s the process as I understand it.

Another time I remember joining one of my best friends on the Higher Mental plane, he was building a really cool scenario for people to play on the Higher Astral plane, and I was helping him build it.  He was wiring it up and designing it from the Higher Mental plane, but all the experiential portions were in the Higher Astral plane, which is below the Higher Mental plane.  In fact, my friend is so advanced, he cannot venture to the Higher Astral himself – he relies on other people to do that for him! That’s where I come in, because I am good at bopping back and forth between HM and HA planes and can stay connected to my friend, to talk back and forth like a walkie-talkie, the whole time.

So that’s what we did.  I saw him building this room that looked like a mini-living room with comfy chairs and a table, a picture or two on the wall, and a dial or button or something as well on the wall; it was a secret room, kind of like the “escape rooms” we have that are so much fun to play these days in many cities around the world now.  I gave him advice on how to wire it up, what would be cool to do with that room, things I liked to see with some puzzles I’ve solved before.  He was building one, and some of his friends were helping, along with me.  After helping for a while I got bored of how slow it was going (lots of discussion with his other friends), so I went someplace else for a while.  Later that night I went back to see how my friend had progressed — he had a whole set of rooms now, all “wired up” in the mental plane, so that they would function right when people experience them on the astral plane. The main room had a secret panel, when you found it and discovered how to open it, the wall slid open and revealed a passage way to the rest of the adventure!  It looked really cool, I wanted to try it!  I love stuff like this!  But then I woke up.

The higher-astral plane has the greatest Virtual Reality, right now, today. The VR and AR work we do on the physical plane will some day approximate the Astral plane; but I think not for a long time.  The Astral plane continues to be the greatest inspiration leading us to successful VR and AR in the physical plane, in the future.

 

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