Steve Beckow
If there is God the Mother, God the Father, and God the Child, then I am – and you are – that Child, are we not? (1)
We’re all creatures, creations, given a sensory suit by the Mother, built around the Father’s spark.
If I am that Child, in a diving suit at the bottom of the Mariannas Trench (Third Dimensionality), walking stiffly and seeing so little of what’s actually out there, then at some level of consciousness, inaccessible to me, my spark must also be.
And at some other level, undetectable by me, it must be connecting with what’s happening right here, right now. Since the Child is the Father, this must be the way the Father experiences through me.
Have I ever had an experience in which I knew without doubt that I was (A) in a different dimension, region, or place rather than (B) simply experiencing a higher state while in my same everyday, 3/4D reality?
The answer is yes. On two occasions.
On both occasions I found myself in an Ocean of Love (2) and saying to myself, it’s impossible that this is the Third or Fourth Dimension. Everything has disappeared but love. It must be higher. It turned out to be seventh, according to Michael. (3)
Let me introduce a second seventh-dimensional experience to contrast with the first to make the point I’m driving at.
I confided to Michael:
Steve Beckow: I had an experience at a meditation workshop in which I felt regal. It was a partial experience. Can you tell me what that part of me was that I accessed.
Archangel Michael: … Your Highest Self, your Oversoul is very regal.
SB: So that was an experience of the Oversoul.
AAM: Yes. (4)
Both types of experience were seventh-dimensional but the experience at the retreat had nothing about it that conflicted with my 3/4D everyday reality. I had no idea at the time that it was 7D. It was definitely something; that was sure.
But the Ocean of Love did have something about it that conflicted with my 3/4D everyday reality.
Everything material disappeared. I was a point of awareness and light (the Child of God) in an Ocean of Love (the Mother). Even if I were in a physical ocean, I’d still be able to see my body. But here, nothing.
That’s markedly different from everyday reality and so it stands as the only type of experience I’ve ever had where I definitely knew I was somewhere else, rather than here and just experiencing a higher state.
In that experience of the Ocean of Love, I had no experience of any other being, of anything you could call terra firma. It was the very absence of anything material that made it contrast with everyday life.
So even though I knew I was somewhere else, in some other dimension, still there were no special landmarks or differentiated objects to help me know where.
Neither was there the slightest interest in questions such as that. Or any question. Not in an Ocean of Love.
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