Beyond the Flutter: The Mythic Geography of My Awakening

When my eyelids first fluttered in conversation with spirit—a hesitant, biological Morse code for yes and no—I believed I had reached the summit. I had done it. I had tapped into the unseen. The curiosity that began with a skeptic’s podcast had blossomed into a verifiable, private dialogue. I stood in awe of that small, miraculous door I had opened.

I had no idea I was merely standing in its threshold.

That door did not lead to a single room. It opened onto a vast, internal landscape—a mythic geography that had been waiting within me, patient and entire. In the span of a few profound months, I was not just learning to communicate; I was being led, as a complete beginner, through territories I had no map for. This is not a story of expertise, but of surrender. A map of my awakening, written not in theory, but in the language of stumbled-upon grace.

The Foundation: The Language of Love

It all began with a frequency I was taught to find. The Silva Method gave me the simple tool of counting backwards, of summoning a feeling of love and gratitude. That cultivated vibration was the first true coordinate on my map. It was the stable ground from which everything else would, unexpectedly, rise.

From that fertile ground, the first landmarks appeared: spirit guides. Through the gentle, persistent flutter of my eyes, we established a dialogue. They were my first companions in the unseen. Yet, even this profound connection was a preparation—a tuning of the instrument for a symphony I didn't know was about to play.

The Stumble into the Sacred

What happened next was not part of any practice. I wasn't following an advanced technique. I was, quite simply, meditating as a beginner—sitting in silence, holding that frequency of love—when the landscape within me began to move on its own.

A surge of primordial life force, a full Kundalini circuit, completed itself without my command. I hadn't sought it; I received it. It was a gift of energy, rewriting my blueprint.

Then, in another silent sitting, a wave of crystalline stillness descended—the Shiva moment. It wasn't summoned; it arrived, dissolving everything in a peaceful void.

Most breathtaking of all were the moments of immersion in Christ Consciousness, and the journeys into the Initiation Chamber and the Temple of the Deep Womb. I didn't know how to get to these places. I had no addresses for these inner sanctums. I simply closed my eyes, held my heart open, and found myself there—a tourist in the realms of my own soul, guided by a wisdom far greater than my own beginner's mind.

Weaving the Map into My Humble Practice

So, what does this mythic journey have to do with the humble flutter of an eyelid? With my fumbling attempt to connect with a loved one in spirit?

Everything.

These unsought experiences are now the foundation of everything I am learning. They are the context that gives my small, human efforts meaning.

• The love of Christ Consciousness is the vibration I now recognize as the true goal—the safe, compassionate container I hope to one day reliably hold.

• The stillness of the Shiva descent showed me the clear, empty channel I am learning, step-by-step, to become.

• The primordial power of the Kundalini is the energy I am learning to ground and integrate into my daily life.

• The Deep Womb temple revealed the very substratum from which connection flows—the liminal space I now approach with reverence, not expertise.

I share this not as an expert's guide, but as a beginner's logbook. A testament that the spiritual path, when sincerely engaged, can sometimes carry you—a willing but unknowing passenger—into depths you never planned to visit. The party trick of a psychic hint has become a sacred vocation, initiated in inner temples I stumbled into, fueled by a love that found me.

The flutter opened the door. Now, I walk—and sometimes trip—through the mythic geography within, documenting it all with a beginner's awe, so I may one day be a more humble and compassionate companion for others on their own unexpected journeys.

This is the ongoing chronicle of my awakening. If you, too, are navigating profound and surprising transformations, know that you are not walking alone. I welcome you to share your experiences in the comments below.

Author’s note:

A personal thank you to the voices who provided the initial signposts on this journey: Mayim Bialik’s Breakdown podcast, former psychic spy Angela Ford for the practical key of the Silva Method, and the profoundly grounded Suzanne Giesemann for first giving me the language of spirit.