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Plasma and Consciousness–A Personal Exploration

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Many experiences that may seem “paranormal” appear as natural to me now as, say, leaves changing color according to the seasons or caterpillars transforming into butterflies.  I learned in school why leaves change color and the biology that transforms that caterpillar into a butterfly. What no school or governmental body ever taught me was the phenomenon of unidentified aerial objects, even though Roswell in 1947 and the mass UFO flyover in Washington D.C. in 1952 had occurred when I was still just a twinkle in my father’s eye.

Over the past several months, I have immersed myself in the information flow concerning unidentified aerial phenomena (or UFOs) being seen around the world.  I’ve always been interested in the subject, particularly since I witnessed a UFO floating so gently right over my vehicle in 1980.  However, I rarely find anyone who wants to discuss such subjects.  Therefore, it has been left to the curious, the adventurers, and the experiencers to learn about and incorporate into our collective consciousness what is learned.

One recent bit of information that has stirred my curiosity is that plasma is often described during UFO encounters or sightings.  This has prompted me to revisit my 1997-98 journal entries written during my father’s terminal illness, where he described seeing “plasma” images appear.  At that time, I only understood that word in the context of the bloodstream so could not really grasp what he was seeing. Here’s an entry:

January 31, 1998 (early a.m.): Poppy woke me in the middle of the night.  He wanted me to come sit with him in the living room.  He said he has been having very strange experiences:
I looked at the end of my bed and there was a folder of papers.  I stretched out to get it, but it was like a ghost; no, like plasma.  It was a plasma substance, honey.  It didn’t have any dimension.  My fingers went right through it.”
[…] Poppy had to stop trying to describe this, because it was impossible.  But what struck me was how he changed the description from ghost to plasma.

The next day, he observed this same type of “effect” when he opened the refrigerator and described the “largest, purest glass of orange juice” but when he went to grab it, it disappeared.

He had more than a few of these experiences and described them as though they suddenly just occupied a portion in the middle of our otherwise ordinary space.  (To read my journal entries on our evolutionary journey into other dimensions of consciousness as we lived his dying experience, click HERE.)

From wiseGEEK.org:

Plasma is a phase of matter distinct from solids, liquids, and gases. It is the most abundant phase of matter in the universe; both stars and interstellar dust consist of it. Although it is its own phase of matter, it is often referred to as an ionized gas. This is similar to a normal gas, except that electrons have been stripped from their respective nucleons and float freely within the material. Even if only 1% of the atoms have lost their electrons, a gas will display plasma-like behavior.

The atmosphere in our home was highly charged during these months of his dying—I, along with at least two other family members, experienced an incredibly heightened conscious awareness of at least two other dimensions (or parallel realities)—in our dreams, in my long-deceased mother’s “life force imprint” coming in and out regularly to assist,  telepathic information, and other experiences. This was particularly true when he started experiencing the plasma that he insisted was feeding him and informing him from some “opening” that formed.

Now, I recently watched a documentary on the experience pilots had with UAPs when I heard related an observation that pilot Captain Phil Shultz made to the researcher about his experience:

He said when it first appeared, it impressed him as if it was breaking through the atmosphere; like splitting the blue sky open in order to emerge.

(The story of Capt. Shultz’s UFO experience can be heard HERE starting at 21m 15 sec.)

That is almost exactly how my father tried to describe his experiences with the plasma images–as though it just broke through from somewhere else.

Learning what I have over the past several months, many things that seemed inexplicable in 1997-98 now make much more sense now.  I am coming around to the high possibility that at least a portion what we experienced was pure consciousness that expressed itself visually through a sort of transmitter involving a gaseous plasma.

UFO experiencers often describe what they are seeing as gaseous-like “orbs” that seem to fade in and out.  Some report telepathic communication or at least a heightened intuition during these experiences.

Might it be that at least some of these craft are basically imaged and manipulated by consciousness itself?

What we call our “normal” consciousness is itself, in actuality, just another form of altered consciousness.

I have much more to learn.  This is but a stub post on which I hope to expand later. However, I do believe that everything begins with the matrix of consciousness, and this probably applies to interdimensional space travel as well.

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POPPY: A Story of Life Through Death

(Originally posted at Yahoo Geocities, 2001.)

While caregiving for my terminally ill father in 1997 and 1998, I kept a journal of our day-to-day experiences.  It was not until months after he passed that I went back to review the journal.   I realized with 20/20 hindsight that a profound Spiritual transformation had taken place. This journey would see us move from self-absorptive daily matters to the wonder of wider realities in the Universe from psychic activity and self-examination to my father’s inexplicable descriptions of “plasma”. It was a profound journey for both of us and brought awareness and a much more expanded consciousness that we are just one aspect of a much larger universe of consciousness.

It is my hope that our experiences as he moved toward physical death will provide some insight for others.

Interestingly, these journal excerpts highlight observed current events going on at that time that in hindsight, have proven quite relevant to events ongoing in our world today in 2008.

ENTER HERE TO START THE JOURNEY
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my poor attempt to recreate an 11/02/1998 dream
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