A few years ago, I purchased a little prismatic, pyramid-shaped
light catcher with chime attached. Like
so many things it performed well where I bought it, but once hung in a
window at home, the pyramid promptly dropped out of my awareness because it never
seemed to catch anything but dust. But
one day, a startling shard of light caught my eye as I crossed near that
window with digital camera in hand.
As is the case with so many things in life, there
was an answer to the light-catching problem all along!
I just had to be willing to see it differently.
In this case I needed to go to it to see the light, because my
normal path appeared to be out of its angular range of influence.
So began a fun ritual and love affair that lasted for many months
[until it got broken] in which I took 100-300 photos almost daily and
ran them through a viewer on my computer.
Ahh, the extravagant advantages of digital cameras—to be able
to take so many pics like that! So
I must have taken thousands of photos of this little gewgaw.
Out in nature, many people have professed to experience “a
presence” that had no apparent physical counterpart.
I am familiar with this, too, and tend to associate it with a
preceding sense of intense feeling, such as wonder, reverence,
joy, enthrallment, total immersion – a kind of “oneness-with.”
My felt response to the prism was like this – a sense of being totally enthralled with the endlessly
dancing patterns of prismatic splashes and glissandos of light.
That little-kid JOY
seems to summon or draw forth from within Something I have no name for, which magnifies in turn
the personal delight; it generates a kind of communion or reverberation
between us. If you are inclined to
love sacred music, you know how you can feel in the presence of gloriously inspired
music -- swept up into the heart of Something truly rapturous! It
feels to me similar, with one significant difference: this warm,
deLIGHT-full, loving Presence itself beholding you/me beholding it in
some aware way.
A few days into this epic of daily delight,
it occurred to me to ask this Other-ness / Spirit to play
with me. I was
imagining how It might itself take at least some of the photos and wondering how to let go enough to allow something to unfold
spontaneously that could possibly convince me this was happening, if it
Please understand, in hindsight, I’m trying to give words and
nuances to something that took place in a second or two that was
wordless, an impulsive gesture to “come play.”
No more complicated or thought out than when you look at someone
with whom you are deeply familiar and silently go wide-eyed, shrug your
shoulders and open out your hands to them as if to say, “Well?”
And you know-that-you-know they know exactly what you mean. And
of course -- of course -- they can’t help but respond.
There’s just no question; you ask, and they inevitably respond.
And from that moment, every time I picked up the camera to focus
on the prism, this feeling of intent welled up, waiting for the
recognizable answer. And I
simply went on doing what I had been doing, having a ball taking
pictures of my favorite subject – LIGHT!
What tended to happen was, I would just keep shooting
pictures until I ran out of film, usually from about 150-300 photos.
And it was always exciting to see what they looked like on the
computer. By far the
majority got dumped, but there were always quite a few that I kept.
I do not remember – this was all so casual and in the realm of
timeless time – it may have been the next day or the next, or even the
next. But one day soon
after, I was running through the pics afterward, and there was this one
that was quite different. I
was trying to think where I might have taken it.
Daily I walked a few miles, and unless the weather was wet, I
always had the camera with me and always came home with photos.
But I could not remember
seeing anything like this. I
was thrown off because it looked so other than previous
pictures taken of the prism. As
widely variable as these could be, still, this was something new.
There were billowing curtains [sheers] in it that did not match
any I had, and my curtains never “billowed,” anyway, certainly not
like this. There was a
window opened a little at the bottom.
Only one of my windows actually opens, and the pyramid chime was
not in or within reasonable visibility of that window.
Not only that, but the look of this window doesn’t even match
There were these gold, filigreed medallions – at least those I
recognized as a kind of artifact that frequently showed up in these
pictures, particularly with this light catcher, but it was not unusual
to see something like this with pictures where I faced into the sun when
I was outdoors. The colors
were rich and non-variegated, which was part of what threw me off.
Almost always the blinds were down and open when I photographed the
prism, because I liked the additional complexities of splintering lights
so much, given this condition.
The coloring was more like you expect to see maybe around sunset.
And there appeared to be gold dust flowing around or out from
under one side of the curtains or window.
That was the one thing I could identify as recognizable from my
home—dust, but never this beautiful!
And interestingly, this is, to my knowledge, the only picture of
the pyramid in which this kind of diffuse dust was apparent.
It dawned on me as I was pondering all this that the image
appeared to be of some-thing. Most
of the pyramid pictures – nearly all of them except for the ones of
the pyramid-proper, where you actually see its form, are abstractions of
light, not identifiable objects like a chair or a person or a tree.
Identifiable forms may be seen, such as the house next door that
often appears in novel ways in the pictures of the pyramid, but not in
the usual sense at all. On
the other hand, the mind has a need, a natural tendency to make meaning
of whatever it perceives. Clouds
become faces and creatures; a vague noise is identified – not always
accurately – as a this or a that, which seems to depend as much on mood
as on anything physical.
So I was looking at this pic, drawing a near-total blank, except
I was now seeing this ‘picture’ of this window, slightly opened,
with billowing gauzy curtains, with gold medallions and gold dust coming
out from under the curtains. And
none of this looked like anything in or around my apartment.
I was sitting at my computer staring at this, and I looked up
just above the screen to notice a bookmark I had ceased to “see”
long ago, taped to the top of my desk.
I will open
up the windows of heaven for you
and pour out a blessing.”
(Malachi 3:10, THB)
After a moment of classic dumbstruck – this lightning flash of
AHA finally caught up with me in the way of meaning.
This ‘picture’ perfectly reflected the meaning of this quote,
which held special personal meaning for me from many years ago!
I finally got it that Spirit, by whatever name you love, had
actually answered my question. Indeed,
it was playing with me, even as I had asked!!
As you can imagine, it's impossible to express what I felt for days
afterward, and not much different these many months later; but goose-bumpy
AWESTRUCK is in the ballpark!
From then until basically the little pyramid got broken a
couple of months ago, I/We have been taking pictures.
The name of the game seemed to be how best to get out of the way
enough. The only way I could
come up with to do this – and so much of the time I did not do it
well, but I did keep trying – was, I would visualize giving over the
camera to Spirit, and in the meantime I would turn the camera
every-which-way, as long as it was pointed in the general direction of
the pyramid, and including holding the camera on the opposite side of,
yet pointed at, the prism; I never tried to focus or concern myself with
how any of the features were set, at least not with the aim to
accomplish anything specific as a pictorial outcome.
With the same whimsy that was applied to the direction, I would
set up multiple pics with one click, or not, alter the focus this way
and that randomly, things like that, just to keep them all from being
‘the same’ in any sense, and just let the no-think impulse lead me,
clicking away until I ran out of film.
The results? Lordy, I
don’t know! Occasionally a
photo would come up that appeared potent with meaning in some way, not
unlike this one just described, framed in green in the string of photos at the top
of most pages on this site, by the way.
Otherwise, there were, what appeared to me at least, to be many
gorgeous photographs unlike anything I had seen before.
There were so many beautiful ones, that I couldn’t help but
think others might enjoy them a lot, too, which was what first got me to
thinking about setting them up on a website.
The meaning and richness of purpose behind the site continue to
grow. Bottom line is, the
extraordinary experiences we have, from simple to profound, when we feel
them to be direct encounters with the Ineffable and beyond all physical
means to explain them, have a transformative impact on our lives.
The outcome of this process has been studied by quite a few
people over the last 30+ years, who say this results in a strangely
universal consciousness shift [aftereffects], often dramatically so.
Compared to how they and others perceived them prior to their spiritual
AHA events, most
such experiencers are much more impersonally loving and
service-oriented. They feel
much more protective concern for all creatures and for the Earth.
They are highly likely to manifest various spiritual ‘gifts’,
such as psychic or natural healing abilities or spontaneous talents they
never possessed before. Many
of them would say they don’t ‘believe’ in spirit; they know
from direct experience Spirit Is!
And they live out of that direct knowing and heartfelt
The phenomena of this nature span the entire world and in amazing
numbers, and of course they have been documented in all cultures and
across all recorded history. This
is what is ultimately transforming the entire world -- one person and
one experience at a time. These
transformative experiences are what this and another much more expansive site
[not online yet] are about. I
want to use both sites to increase others' awareness of these
dramatically life-changing events and of their inestimable importance to
all of us. I am
simply adding another voice to the already 'many' who share this
understanding and keen appreciation of its import, which
is a powerful and direct indication of just how rapidly this
consciousness is developing globally.
Even five years ago, so much less was available.
In the USA at least, even as recently as 1990-ish, with the exception of a few clinical and research
interests and a rare religious institution now and then, hardly anyone even
dared mention such an experience, even to the loved ones they felt
closest to! At least not in western cultures. So this is
changing very fast! Today, there are professionals in major
hospitals in this country who routinely ask people in CCUs and ICUs,
coming out of various crises, if they had a near-death experience.
We have come an impressively long way with this!
we have only just barely begun this adventure together.
Abraham Maslow and some of his grad students studied what he called "peak experiences"
[another name for the same thing] back in the 1960s and -70s, "... the
most wonderful experience or experiences of your life, happiest moments,
ecstatic moments, moments of
rapture," as he defines them. He and his students made a surprising discovery in the process: the more they studied and discussed these
types of events, the more such events spontaneously occurred in their
What a breakthrough insight!
a hint from Dr. Maslow and cohorts,
the major thrust of the mission for this site is to encourage
people to share their stories of this nature and to learn to be open to
allowing, incubating or cultivating these types of experiences,
because the more people who do, the more rapidly and deeply our world
will change to reflect this
after-experience pattern that is redefining what it means,
according to Rhea A.
White, Ph.D. (Hon), and to 19th-century psychologist William James
[often mentioned by White], to be Human.
Human in the sense that the more we grow and develop to reflect the highest and
best we can be, the more we become increasingly what we fundamentally are
Many experiencers consider this to be the ultimate saving grace for this
Earth and all its creatures; somehow this understanding is tacit to the
experiences themselves. With this as a commitment, to
actively, intentionally allow in such experiences, we are
together embarking on something never done before, certainly not on a
global scale, and this is happening all around and in our very midst on
a daily basis. Seems to me if we consciously choose to participate in
nurturing this kind of revelatory event -- this potential for personal and global
transformation -- maybe fewer people [not to mention
the planet and other life forms] would have to get there through trauma,
negative dramas, and adversity. . . Just a thought.
Rhea White's lifework unfolded directly from such an experience and is
one of the most outstanding examples I know of of what a transformed
life like this can be. Have you ever wondered what it might be
like to rest in the Everlasting Arms of Eternity? Imagine carrying
that experience with you through your life and how it might affect
you. Here is her story ...
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