Fantasy

Control Switch On bears a resemblance to fantasy books

The following passage may remind you of your favorite fantasy books:

…but then, suddenly, a brilliant but somewhat small, blue sphere appeared in my mind’s eye. It sparkled, and I was fascinated by its luminescence; I had never seen such a sight before. I watched it in complete awe, mesmerized by its effervescent luster—a glow that seemed to be holding me more than my gaze was holding it. Then, abruptly, shooting out from its side, a darker ray of blue light—like that of a search beacon from a light house—pierced the darkness extending to the visual horizon of my mind. Wow! My mind reeled in astonishment. What is this? Then, very slowly, the sparkling sphere began a clockwise rotation as the darker ray of blue light rotated closer toward me. I was spellbound by this unbelievable vision as the ray of light moved closer and closer, finally hitting me squarely between the eyes.

With a blast of illuminating brilliance, I felt a cracking open of my consciousness. Like water flowing out of a breech in a dam, I felt an unfolding as though my core was being poured out into the universe.

And then, there, she appeared before me, with her dark eyes and a slightly lighter shade of skin—the great mother of the universe. Her luminous face filling my field of vision, a look of profound contentment was upon her. Magnificent waves of long, black hair were draped about her face, and then began to slowly float upward, framing her cheeks as if blown by a cosmic wind. The black tendrils floated up and outward, stretching from both sides of her face to the adjacent horizons, and as the flowing waves stretched outward, so too did my consciousness. Out to the ends of the universe we went, where on both sides of her face I could see stars, planets, and galaxies pasted upon the blackness that extended outward, beyond infinity. What a magnificent sight! As if it was a gift, the entire universe was placed before me, and I bathed in its delights, joyous and free.


No, this heart—the subtle heart—is not like the physical heart. A spiritual aspirant can actually walk about in this sacred space of the subtle heart as I have done, roaming its vast corridors. A lofty place, it is cavernous and filled with a white mist that clings to your feet like a fog as you walk about. One is at first awed by the seemingly endless expanse of this inner temple, with its many-faceted, vaulted ceilings. Astonishment overtakes the mind upon finding great light forms at its epicenter. Though crystalline, solid, and triangular shaped, these glowing light towers are also made of light—light emanating from light. Wider at the bottom and tapering toward the top, they ascend above you, extending upward twenty feet or more. Not all are vertical, as the mind neatly wants, as some go off at unusual tangents. Like a giant, crystal garden, the light-form is comprised of red, blue, green, and yellow hues packed within a clear outer shell. This luminescent inner cathedral is a great self-sustaining apparatus that moves the light within the body to every cell and beyond. It is as sublime as it is intricate in its architectural design. Pure and unblemished, this is the inner heart of the physical heart—the inner heart of the soul. This is who you are.


“THIS MUST BE IN THE CATEGORY OF FANTASY BOOKS YOU SAY? I THINK NOT! THE FANTASY FOUND IN FANTASY BOOKS IS IMAGINATION UNRESTRAINED BY REALITY. FREQUENTLY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES ARE MISCONSTRUED BY THE SPIRITUALLY UNINITIATED OR THOSE PEOPLE VOID OF SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES AS FANTASY. IN TRUTH, SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES ARE REALITY UNRESTRAINED BY IMAGINATION.” — IRA TELLER

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