[I have not been practicing Active Imagination according to my rigid Code of Conduct I developed for Story Alchemy in quite a while. Then the startling vision I had that I described in my previous post made me think that perhaps I should try it again. I have been trying a little Active Imagination with the Code of Conduct but without typing it out as I said I should in Story Alchemy. Last night I woke during the middle of the night, and decided I should try everything as I used to conduct my sessions. What I’ve provided below is the full stream of consciousness as I typed it out during the Active Imagination session. Yes, I know, really boring, but it does indicate the necessity of typing the process to slow the mind to allow the transition to the unusual psychic state. I went in planning to use the image of the Little Man that came to me a few nights ago. This was my preparation. Of course, Jung states that you should go in having prepared something to work on, and I did that also while working on the vampire novel. Some of these images have been startlingly real, as if I’d stepped into another world, and they are totally different that a normal Active Imagination session. I’m specifically interested in trying to learn a method whereby I can predictably enter such a state to discover such a world. However, I wasn’t successful in entering that world again. This is in keeping with my previous experiences when I’ve had vivid images. I can’t hang onto the other world very long, and I can’t get back there either. I’m doing some reading along these lines to see what others have done. It’s really difficult to find any literature on such a phenomenon, and I’ve turned to the mystics to see if I can run onto anyone who has had similar experiences and knows a technique for prolonging the experience and perhaps reentering those other worlds. I’ll post on any developments in my research as they occur. Here then is what happened last night.]
03:00 am (?) I see the woman in white on the balcony, see her take the key from the drawer and go back into the house. I follow her. We go through the living room and through the foyer to the Iris of Time where she hands off the key to the Guardian of the Gate. The Guardian turns the key and the Iris slides open. I nod to the Guardian and step through the Iris of Time and into the world of my vision. I am in another world of unknown location. Before me stands the Little Man of my vision, and I wish to speak to him. However, I cannot make contact in the way I did in my previous vision. It’s as if I’m now working off the memory of the vision and not an actual vision. I need to slow my mind so that I can concentrate on the vision, the image. I would like to know more about that world wherein the Little Man exists, but it resists definition.
I no longer see the little white light that accompanied me for three years. I once saw into that light as if it were a tunnel. I always wondered after that if it was a psychic wormhole, something that would allow me to travel to other world. My field of view now is clear and completely black. That would seem to be a canvass upon which my mind could draw an image, a black surface to express itself, but nothing comes. Maybe a faint light at the lower right of my field of view, but now nothing. Seeing images does require concentration, and my concentration of late has been really poor, except of course for the one night where I had the vision of the Little Man. That was such a startling vision. He stood stationary, but he and the world were alive, not just a picture of a world, but the world itself alive and full of existence.
Many years ago, I used to look into the blackness like this but without the Iris of Time, and I could see flashing lights of many colors, much like a laser light show. Perhaps my lack of vision now is because of my age . Surprisingly there is little information on this technique and the many experiences of its practitioners. Too bad more people don’t come forward and describe their experiences.
This is like going out at night and watching for meteors, and it is just as unpredictable. The little light has just entered my field of view. There it is again. It’s not so well defined as it once was, not yet. This is really strange. Maybe my failure to see anything is just because I’m out of practice, or more probably, I have been away so long that the other world has lost interest in me. Now the light is gone again. It’s as if it came by to see what I was doing, but lost interest in me.
I am coming to understand very necessary typing is as a part of my process. Typing focuses my mind, steadies it, and allows me to focus on the activity. It takes me out of the sleep world, and makes Active Imagination a specific mental and physical activity. It focuses my mind and my body. It also occupies both and releases the powers of the imagination. I’m not sure if this would work for just anyone. I’ve been typing since I was fifteen years old, and now I’m doing it blind. I’ve also been writing imaginatively for forty two years. There’s the little white light again. I’m concentrating on it. It’s moving around and now more fully formed. It keeps coming and going. It was so easy to see in times past but requires real effort now. It has taken on some shape, almost like exposing the silhouette of a mountain range as it did when I very first made contact with it, as I described in the opening chapter of Story Alchemy. I came to think that it was of little importance, since I saw it all the time. But now I realize that it is the beginning of all activity and crucial for entry into my process. Now it’s gone again. It used to be so easy to see. Active Imagination does require considerably effort and a lot of energy.
I just put on my sleep mask to avoid the temptation to open my eyes. Any light disrupts the process. With my mask, it really doesn’t matter if my eyes are open or closed. The little light is still gone. It seems to come and go at its own volition. I just saw the face of a man. He smiled when I saw him as if was smiling because I saw him. He was gone almost instantly, and he wasn’t as vivid as the Little Man. I’m beginning to see variations in the blackness now. Perhaps this session will get off the ground after all. I seem to be slipping closer to the sleep state, and here comes the little light again. Yes, I’m going deeper. I can telling it in my breathing. Now more light variation. Nothing with a shape yet. I am beginning to get the sense of a world, a world at night with a clear blue sky.
I’ve also noted that my breathing changes to the heavy sleep breathing, so that indicates that it is also a heavy philosophical process. I also think that it requires not looking too closely and what I’m seeing. It is something like using peripheral vision when looking at the heavens.
Again the little light is gone, and all I’m confronted with is the deep darkness, no light, no star patterns. The darkness is a necessity, but also the typing of my random thoughts, which seems to occupy the intellectual part of my mind to release the mystical. It takes this kind of structure to occupy my mental faculties, focus my concentration and release the imaginative part of my being. It’s almost as if I have to occupy everything about me that is human to allow the invasion of the imagination. Occupying myself physically by typing, and producing thoughts occupies the intellect, and then the imagination can occupy my field of view. Then when something starts to happen visually, all these process come to bear on getting it down in the computer.
Again the little light. Looks like the Hercules Cluster. I can feel the expansion of my view, as if I’m stepping into the field of view of the eyepiece of a telescope. It having been so long since I practiced Active Imagination, I can now see more clearly than ever all the steps I’ve used to get me to the state where I write fiction. I also believe I can now see more differentiation between that state and that of witnessing another world. Sleep is such a close state to the process, yet it’s a sleep state that requires an active intellect. Again, I believe it’s important to have the physical body involved in an activity like typing, and the intellect occupied, entering the sleep state along with the change of bodily processes like breathing, while actively looking intently for images within the dark psyche.
Again the little light makes an appearance. I found it a little irritating before because it was always there when I wanted to see something more profound. Now I believe it may be the most profound of all the things I’ve seen. It almost seems to have wings, almost an angel. Could it be that I have been guided all along? Now the light is gone. So lonely, as if I’m looking into a starless sky, a starless universe.
I just put in some eyedrops in both eyes because they were getting dry and scratchy. All the time I’ve been doing Active Imagination, I’ve been hearing the whine of tractors in the vineyard across the meadow in back of our yard. Frequently they work at night. Perhaps that’s another part of the process, giving the ears something to do while the Imagination does its thing.
The little light has been gone for a while now. Such a comforting little light. Perhaps it comes and goes as my concentration deepens and surfaces. With my sleep mask on, I can’t tell when my eyes are open or closed. I just had a black spot appear in the middle of the little light. At the same time the thought of evil came to me. The feeling of the presence of evil seemed to come just before the thought of evil. And now I see a black dot in my field of view. Where before it was a white light, now it is a black light, if there can be such a thing as a black light.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen anything. Even my stream of consciousness thoughts have stalled. That’s enough Active Imagination for tonight. I turn around and head back toward the Iris of Time and pass through. I thank the Guardian of the Gate and hear the Iris close behind me as I take the key from her, exit the foyer, go back through the living room and out on the balcony. I deposit the key in the drawer, and now I’m back in bed in my home.
[As you can tell, getting back into Active Imagination after such a long break took a little doing. The break did allow me to see the benefits of each stage of my process in producing the psychic transition necessary for a successful Active Imagination session. Each aspect of the process seems to be really important. Typing out the experience seems is crucial because it slows the mind to allow the psychic transition to take place before starting the imaginative phase inside the Iris.]