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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.

My Mother The Neptunian – 1987

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On the night of April 01, 1980 I was among those at the deathbed my Italian grandmother whose name was Orsolina, meaning “Little Bear”. As we several relatives stood around her bed in the hospital with only a dim light over the headboard to illuminate the room, I was the one holding her hand. At the moment she died, an amazingly powerful “electric shock” went from her fingers into mine. It was so powerful, I was knocked backward and was caught by a cousin standing behind me. At the same time, I saw a very thin wisp of “smoke” arise from the back of her head, up through the dim light and out the ceiling. I was so stunned from these two simultaneous events, I could not speak for quite a while.

When we returned to my childhood home for the funeral reception, I began to ask family members if they had seen anything weird occur when grandma died. I just kept getting a blank stare. My parents were worried that I was suffering shock, getting a little “ditsy”. Most wondered why I fell back with such a jolt (they thought I had sort of fainted although I was alert through it all), but none saw anything of any kind around grandma’s headboard, so I tucked it all away in the depths of my mind.

Since that day, scattered episodes of extraordinary realities in my otherwise very ordinary life have seemed to randomly drop in as a reminder that there is a much wider context to consider and explore in life. One of the endearing recollections in this area surfaced in a conversation with my mother seven years later in October 1987.

For background, mom was straight-laced in her thinking (from my point of view). Over the years, she would roll her eyes at me when I dipped into subjects such as Astrology [“You don’t really believe that stuff, do you?”]. When I tried to describe my UFO experience, she asked if I was taking drugs. She refused to discuss anything of a metaphysical nature with me. In fact, the family nickname for mom was “Puritan Pilgrim” because of her Quaker background and Pilgrim ancestry. Nuff said there.

In September 1987, mom had suffered a completely unexpected heart attack and was in hospital. A pacemaker was placed during that hospitalization. A few days after she came home, we were chatting together when she suddenly looked up from the knitting she was doing to see if anyone else was around. Then she put her knitting down on her lap. She stared at me for a moment over her eyeglasses. She said quietly,
“I have something to tell you. I’m telling you because you seem to understand these things and won’t criticize me.”
WOW! I was all ears and opened a page in my ever-present journal. This is what she told me:

I was lying in the recovery room after the pacemaker operation. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful lady floating, hovering over the foot of the bed. She was somewhat transparent but had on a beautiful lavender gown that flowed with the air as she hovered. She stretched her arms out to me and said, ‘Do not worry. Everything will be okay and you will be home soon.’ Then she slowly disappeared. I closed my eyes and I must have fallen back to sleep. The next time I woke up, I saw a Pink Lady (hospital volunteer) come into the room to tidy up things and asked her who had been in the room earlier. She said that no one had been in the room since the time I was wheeled in. She told me I had been in a very deep sleep so they monitored me from the nurse’s station outside but that a nurse would be in soon since I was now awake.

I remained riveted and silent as mom told me about her experience. I knew it was very hard for her to comprehend. Since we seemed to be opening up to Spirit here, I brought up the “electrical shock” from grandma’s fingers into mine at the moment she died. Mom simply said,
“I always thought your grandma was being silly with her superstitions. I used to think that coming from the Old Country, she held strange ideas, but she was right on many things. I know that now.”
She paused, then said, “Please keep this between us“. She picked up her knitting and carried on as though this conversation never happened.

Okay, so grandma “Little Bear” had now brought mom and me together on an issue that had been a lifetime taboo to discuss. But she asked me to promise I would not tell anyone, and I never did—until now.

In late October, we were celebrating a birthday at a Chuckee Cheese pizza parlor for one of the foster children she and my father had taken in. All the children were having fun playing games and were scattered throughout the parlor. After doing some supervisory duties with the children, I came back and sat with mom. No sooner did I sit down than she said without a blink or blush:

“I came from Neptune, honey.”

What could I say? Oh, that’s cool…I have a mom from Neptune? Her matter-of-fact declaration floored me. I briefly wondered if there was lack of oxygen to her brain. I never had a chance to follow up with her on that revelation of hers, as the children all started piling back to the table for cake and ice cream. I meant to ask her about it later that evening but it was not to be.

That evening, mom was in hospital again and died two days later. What would turn out to be just hours before her death, I was sitting at her bedside. She reached out her hands and the only words that I could hear were, “Take me home”. She repeated that over and over in a most distant, slow voice. At first, I thought she was trying to ask me to take her home. I was quietly telling her she was too ill to go home right now. Then I realized that she appeared to be staring at the ceiling with her arms still outstretched—it was not me she was addressing.
It then hit me. The “lavender angel” was there. She was asking her to take her “home”. In the time it took me to grab a bite to eat and then return, mom was gone from this world.

In the months before she passed, she often spoke about returning to her home state of Indiana to visit some cousins. In the week after she passed, I was waiting at a stoplight and deep in thought and grief over losing her. I glanced at the license plate of the car in front. The plate holder stated in big letters around the out-of-state plate, “I’m at home in Indiana.”

In 1987, I could not have known that her death was simply a necessary prologue to the upcoming major role she would play from another dimension by assisting my father and me in facilitating his own transition 11 years later….

…but that is another story.

Written by Galactic Maya

January 11, 2017 at 8:56 am

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
20 pages

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my poor attempt to recreate an 11/02/1998 dream
© 1998-2008

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