Pavitrata's Blog

spiritual perceptions_1

pavitrata — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 00:17:43 +0000

The only recollection from my childhood of anything spiritual was something that used to happen to me, up until the age of around six.

Often I could only remember the start of the experience before sleep drew the curtains on my conscious awareness, at other times remember more of it, or the end of it. Often though, I would remember the whole event. I just assumed it was something that happened to everyone, so never really spoke about it. Later on I forgot about ever having those experiences, and it was only when I started meditating in my mid-twenties that they came back to me.

As I was falling asleep I would feel myself going upwards, sometimes very fast, at first everything around me was very crowded and busy and often dark, but then the higher I went the quieter and more spacious everything became; it was like being high above the clouds, so quiet and peaceful. There was never anyone else there, no places, or people or shapes, just the enormous sky and an immense peace, and then there would be a soft light, at first light a mist, but then the light got brighter and more translucent until I couldn’t see anything but light, like an immense sea of light, and it started flowing through me as if I were a sponge, and then I couldn’t feel any difference between myself and the light, I belonged to it and it belonged to me, and I would start to spread out and I would become huge, like I was just melting into the light, it was the most exquisite feeling of pure joy. Sometimes it seemed like a long time passed, other times it only seemed to last for a few moments. Then I would have this strange sensation of it all beginning to fade, and someone from far below calling me back, and then I would feel myself going down and getting closer to the earth, at times I could even see my little body curled up on the bed just before I slipped back inside it and woke up and there was our world, and home and family and breakfast; somehow I always felt that I had two homes, one ‘up there’ and the other on earth.

It all seemed to stop not long after I started school, and I never had those experiences again,, I missed them so much, my sleep was never as sweet, and things that before I could deal with began to trouble me. Curiously enough when I started meditating I started being able to recall them.

pentaflower

pavitrata — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 13:29:32 +0000

yet another unknown flower!

quote of the day, from Mark Twain

pavitrata — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 00:57:31 +0000

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.

the rose after rain

pavitrata — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 12:40:43 +0000

I take a lot of rose photos, most of them get deleted. The iPhone camera doesn’t handle reds or deep pinks well so I use the Photogene app to take some of the saturation out of the colour, and in this case cropped it to lose some cluttered background. Raindrops always look good on roses. Raindrops look good on most things.

the unknown flower

pavitrata — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 12:31:06 +0000

Just bloomed down the road. Dazzling, even the fly is mesmerised by it! I don’t know its name, I need to look through some flower books.

Agarve’s distant cousin

pavitrata — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 11:52:27 +0000

rainy day minutiae

pavitrata — Sat, 14 May 2011 12:58:39 +0000

Contrariwise, I prefer manual settings on most things to auto. Not always the best option: my iPhone kept showing the wrong time by seven minutes, I reset it to the correct time, but the next day it went back to being seven minutes fast. This went on for a week or so, the Apple Store couldn’t help even. It was only when I realised that the time on my iMac was also seven minutes fast that I connected the dots. When you synch your iPhone it synchs to the clock time on the Mac, even if you have chosen manual set in the iPhone time and date settings. So if you like your iPhone time to be fast you also need to set time on the Mac to manual.

street party, 29th April, London

pavitrata — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 23:14:42 +0000

found poems: instructions for an orchid plant

pavitrata — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 23:11:56 +0000

when the last flower

drops

continue to water

feed the orchid

it may

flower again

dapper, or what?

pavitrata — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 01:33:28 +0000

taken with: iPhone 4