There is a place. It's a place I've been, and it's really not a physical place, but a feeling one gets when the universe synchronizes. It's a noticing of things coming together, elements aligning, and sharing presence within the collective of prescient minds and energies.
Emotionally unguarded communication, verbally or non, taps in to a spirit of openness. The light magic holds no room for deception. The barriers of personal doubt and everyday hangups melt away, leaving in their wake nothing but truth. When channeling truth, one taps into the universal rhythm.
My first experiential understanding of the universal "all" or "one" came through shared experience of nonverbal communication, or telepathy, in a musical setting. A shared visceral focus on the goal of creation, with thousands of minds focused subconsciously or consciously, opens the ability of the collective mind to achieve.
I was a freshman in college, basically an innocently raised kid from the suburbs, attending a Big East University bordered by a serious North Jersey ghetto on one side and the filthy rich neighborhoods on the other. So as I rolled down to this concert at another major East Coast University several hours drive away, in the company of newfound "friends" attempting to get me to pledge their fraternity, I was unaware that the magic even was what it was when it began to manifest.
My obvious discomfort with my travel companions was fairly immediately remedied, as what seemed at first glance coincidence became the standard for the rest of the night into the wee hours. We stopped at the first big intersection after the main gate of this college attended by over 20,000 students each year and what do I see? My best friend from my New Hampshire high school's crappy Honda Accord wagon pull a left turn right in front of us in the heart of Pennsylvania. We followed him, honking and waving to grab his attention. It turns out he was not only going to the same concert as I that night, he was an attendee of this university, with a place for me to crash, food to eat, and plenty of fun times to show me while I was visiting. This was a totally chance meeting, remember, but I was unable to escape my uncomfortability afforded by the people who had brought me to the show. I followed my friend without knowing how I would get a hold of my ride (in the days before cell phones), no less return to New Jersey for classes two days hence.
Though I still though this was coincidence at the time, surrendering to the flow put me into initial touch with the spirit of the universal all. Continuing this path into the evening brought a much clearer lesson. It has to do with using the creative force within to directly and immediately affect reality.
...to be continued...
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