I have been following Deborah King since last summer and the change from who I was when I closed my eyes at night back then, and who I am when I do the same thing now, has been nothing short of miraculous.

 

Let me explain.

 

As a Type A writer, I am always inside my head. It has (historically) been the most over-used part of my body, ever since I was taught to string words together in grade school and turned loose into a world of creative thought which has riveted me there ever since. I love my mind and I love my Muse (the connector of me to Universal Mind/Benevolent Intelligence and Creativity). When I’m at my best as a writer, I’m channeling information, not creating it. It’s coming from someplace else.

 

So, typically, up until about eight months ago, whenever I closed my eyes at night, no matter how weary I was, behind my eyelids I would get “images” of what I can only describe as like those “animation” flip books we had as kids where we could flip through the pages using our thumbs so fast that the Mickey Mouse (or whatever cartoon character was on the individual sheets) would look like they were moving. This is the way old cartoons were made, too. Cartoonists would draw a huge series of slightly different poses and then film them so they looked like the cartoon images were “animated” (moving). These days CAD design has eliminated the earlier painstaking process, but that’s how it used to be done.

 

So behind my closed eyelids, I would get something like those flip books, except that the images dropped down (like leaves falling more than like pages flipping) so incredibly fast that I couldn’t see what was on them. I knew there was something on them, but they didn’t stay long enough for me to determine what it was.

 

After about 30 to 60 seconds (perhaps longer, perhaps shorter), those images would cease and the busts of scores of people (usually men) would come into view behind my eyelids — historical figures, authors, statesmen, sages, a whole series of busts would float on and off screen behind my eyelids for a couple minutes.

 

And then, immediately following, I would get a bunch of words that would come at me in the same slanted way in which the Star Wars movies presented “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…”  but the slant was so great that I couldn’t read what the words said…

 

Now, mind you, I’m not dreaming during these times. These things happened as soon as I closed my eyes. My mind would go into this sequence of images and I would witness them and wonder what they were all about. They fascinated me. They weren’t particularly bothersome, but they weren’t advancing me in any way, either. Only the fast-flipping first images distressed me because I couldn’t see them well enough to make any sense of them at all. I was able to make sense out of the busts and obscured words. The busts were nearly always of people I admired. The words were words, whether I could read them or not, and I love words. I’m a wordsmith.

 

After starting to read and absorb Deborah King’s teachings, I noticed a gradual lessening of these behind-the-eyelids activities. They slowed enough that I was able to see some of the images on the pages; there was more time between the arrival and departures of busts (more women were appearing as alabaster or marble or granite busts, too); and the slanted words, although still unreadable, slowed so much that I began to notice the spaces between the words, almost as if I was seeing the words as obstacles to whatever lay beyond them. I began to look at and beyond the spaces between the images.  

 

Not long ago, I realized that is it is in the spaces between the images (and in the spaces between words) where pure spirit lies. A sentence can only approximate a communication; to gets its full meaning, you have to understand the spirit or recognize the image and emotion or insight that carefully crafted words are doing their utmost to convey.

 

So, when my mind had nothing to process –when there was just open space and the darkness of night (not even any stars), I noticed the limitless space beyond the “static” of the world (including images and words), which is filled with peace and what I would call universal lovingkindness. It’s a supremely safe place where thoughts aren’t even necessarily welcome, but when they come, a smile usually accompanies them. They’re peaceful, loving thoughts.

 

I can trace this transformation to no other influence other than what I’ve learned as a student of Deborah King’s. Her insights on meditation, chakras, and healing appear to open ways in her students that allow us to address our personal issues — unique or ubiquitous as they may be — and process them so life becomes more meaningful and even hopeful.

 

I’m sure whatever her teachings do for you will be different from what they have done for me. Since we’re all different in unique ways, what was keeping me stuck may not be what has been keeping you feeling stuck, but her blogs and her teachings will certainly unblock the logjam wherever it is in you to allow the rush of positive energy inside you to start flowing again.

 

I didn’t expect this. I didn’t anticipate this. I didn’t even ask for it. But it’s what I’m getting, and it has been truly life-changing for me.  These days when I go to bed and close my eyes, there is a blank slate behind there. Even when something is unnerving me, or I’m feeling sleepless, I can still lie there in bed for hours with my eyes closed and none of the images appear to start messing with me. I have immediate, unimpeded access to that “beyond thought” place where peace and lovingkindness dwell.

 

It has always been there, but there has always been so much other stuff vying for my attention that I didn’t look beyond the “static” to find it.

 

It feels miraculous to me.  I hope her teachings do the same for you!