Pyramids of Light:
Awakening to Multi-Dimensional Realities
B Y   M E G   B L A C K B U R N   L O S E Y   Ph D

I KNEW THAT within me were gifts that had yet to be recognized and explored. I had hidden them from myself and others for most of my life. The only way that I would be free to embark on this new journey was to accept myself and all that I am with none of the previous perceptions that I was anything less than perfect. Somehow I knew that if I were going to learn anything at all, I had to be free of all of the encumbrances that I had allowed in my life and find the courage and the freedom to emerge from all that had kept me from soaring toward the self that longed to get free.

Basically, I had to accept the assignment of my own existence. The responsibility of this seemed immense but in actuality my acceptance became the freedom to fly.

Once I embraced myself and my new horizons my consciousness began to open quickly - much faster than I could comprehend or had anticipated. I quickly outgrew the experience and knowledge of every person who was accessible to me at that time. My reality was taking quantum leaps and there seemed to be no limitations as to how far I could go. Trying to mentally understand the exciting awareness that was growing within me only led to confusion. Worse, thinking about everything often stopped the process completely. None of the old rules applied, so I decided to give up all attempts to control my journey and, as I said at the time, "let Spirit be my teacher"

And boy, did Spirit teach me!

I continue to laughingly say that you must be careful what you ask for! From one passionate moment of asking for what I thought I needed, my life, my reality, my heart became forever changed.

In all of the experiences that followed, I realized that what I needed was nothing. I had everything. I had simply forgotten how to recognize that. All of the answers that I sought had been right there inside me all along!

My new adventure took me into realities far beyond imagination. At times what I experienced was both inconceivable and emotionally overwhelming, but I didn't stop. Instead, I asked for more!

The trick all along has been to remember that what I have gained and learned is never about me or what I have become able to do, but rather to remember that the source of my knowledge, my gifts, is much greater than me. I became a willing conduit for the greater whole.

Part of my lesson was to discover humility. In many ways, it was about setting aside my competitive nature while learning to proceed from my most secret vulnerabilities. At first I felt raw and exposed, but in a while as I became filled with what I later recognized as real unconditional love (that which is a state of grace, not an emotional experience!), I began to realize that nothing that I had ever deemed important was. My value system changed completely.

I also learned that expectations are pitfalls. When I expected an experience to be a certain way, it never was. I had to trust that whatever was next would be okay and that I would learn exactly what was needed. I learned that expectations are limitations that set up an environment for disappointment or failure.

Movement to Spirit® came about out of pure desperation to understand what was happening to me. I had begun to feel different types of energy in my hands and fingers. Living energies in my hands. Little squiggly spirals in my fingers that changed upon certain types of stimulation. Other energies that were affecting my body and I didn't know what to do with all of it.

Every day I gave myself time to explore what I was feeling, yet no answers came. I was, I felt, cosmically constipated. Nothing I could think of helped me past my state of ethereal "stuckness". One morning out of pure frustration I stood in my living room with a heart full of passion, music playing, and I begged (I know, it isn't very pretty to think about, but remember, I was desperate) for help. I begged out loud to no one in particular... "Teach me!"

With the music playing I closed my eyes and found the primary energy between my hands. I began to move my hands further apart, concentrating only on the energy. I had no expectations mostly because I had no experience with this kind of thing.

I began to move my hands apart while I concentrated on the energy between them and I naturally began to sway with the music. As I moved with the music, the energy got bigger. I could feel things stirring inside of me. I could feel that I was opening from the inside out and it felt fantastic.

And so I kept doing it. I began to push the energy away from me then pull it back, over my head and along my body, feeling the energies wash over me. I noticed that when I did, the energetic relationships both inside and around me changed. I moved the energy in other ways, and one morning, with my hands palm up and level with my hips an arc of energy flew over my head, and it was alive! The arc of energy was living, moving color. It seemed that the force that I was working with was not only real but something that I could see and control.

Excited about this inkling of progress, I set out to see what was next. I did the exercise anywhere from ten minutes to an hour each morning. I knew that seeing the living dynamics of energy was magnificent to say the least, but what good was it if I didn't know what to do with it? I wanted more.

As I worked I asked ... Ok, so I pleaded, (you have to remember that I had no one else to query!) "Show me more! How can I be of service with what I am being given..? Please! Show me more!"

And did they ever show me! Remember the old adage "be careful what you ask for"? I found out unequivocally what that means ...

I got the help I asked for but never in a way I could have expected! That morning as I explored living energy through movement and music, much to my shock and surprise, as I was going through the motions, I looked up with my etheric eyes, and there standing before me was a most beautiful being. He was a hologram. He manifested to me as a young man, but appeared to be from somewhere in distant history, an ancient one to be sure.

My guest wore robes of crimson lined and bordered with gold. He had been standing there waiting for me to notice him but I was so busy trying to get it that I nearly missed him! Of course I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw him! When I did, he disappeared. Although I had a million questions, I set them aside, doing everything in my power to preserve the state in which I had just been. I shook off my surprise, collected myself and invited him back. Amazingly, he returned.

This was the beginning of an incredible relationship.

First and foremost, I wanted to make certain that I was working with someone who was of the Light, not some trickster who might lead me astray in my process. After determining that he was of Light, I asked him what he had come to teach me. In response he began to move, just as I had been moving during my exercises with the energy. His hands filled with light in different colors and shapes, and that light was doing fantastic things ... Both the colors and intensities changed. As my holographic friend moved, the light became many things, also holographic. He proved himself a Master of the unimaginable. Some of the objects that materialized looked very solid while others were almost too unbearably bright to behold.

Understanding that this breathtaking Master had come to teach me, I began to mimic his moves. Whatever he did, I did the same. As he moved for me, with me, I began to experience within my hands similar changes in the energies that he was creating for me to see within his own hands.

Exquisite arrays of living color seemed to come alive at his silent command. Geometric shapes and combinations of shapes created of color and light appeared, changed and went. Objects seemed to materialize out of nowhere. The more I practiced, the better I felt. I began to feel as if I were glowing from the inside out.

As I followed the Master each morning, my heart opened more fully. The joy within me infiltrated every moment of every day. I had more energy than I knew what to do with. Still, I continued to do the movement exercise each morning.

This first Master did not stay for too many sessions. Quickly I was brought to another reality. One morning as magically as he came, my wonderful teacher had gone. I found that my reality had shifted to just outside a courtyard that looked like an ancient place. Cobblestones covered the ground. There was a stone archway which led into the courtyard where I could see other people milling about, but I wasn't allowed to enter. I had a sense that this was a place of learning, and was reminded of the ancient Greeks who used to gather as apprentices to the various Masters.

(In that moment I realized that holographic sight was just like my own physical sight. I was using my etheric vision, working with my eyes closed, yet if I turned my head in either direction I saw an extension of the scene that was happening in front of me. Peripheral holography! I also realized that while I was experiencing this new reality I was still conscious of my three-dimensional self. Without realizing it, I had become multi-dimensionally aware!)

My lessons in this new venue began in front of the archway. To my left there was a new Master sitting on the sideline. He was old and wizened with long silver hair and an unkempt beard that fell to his chest. His protruding belly made a perfect resting place for his chubby hands and sometimes his chin as he dozed, waiting for me to progress with the exercises that he gave. This Master felt strong and certain of himself, and not a little impatient with me. He seemed preoccupied with a myriad of otherworldly things. Between us rested a small square wooden table with inlays of malachite, azurite and other colorful stones in a strange and beautiful array of shapes and patterns. Somehow the design seemed familiar to me but I have not yet placed it ...

As I looked at him, the Master indicated for me to begin.

And so I did. I began to move in the same way that the first Master had shown me. One of the things that the first Master had often done was to bring the energy to a crescendo as he raised his hands high in front of himself. As his hands rose, the power of the light with in his hands seemed to magnify. So I did that for the new Master. I called the light into my hands and watched it come to life. Raising my arms slowly, in my heart and soul I became the energy in my hands. The light flared out and something formed in my hands ... a small carved object! It was unlike anything I had ever seen before! After examining the object, I brought it down carefully and put it on the Master's table.

He quietly (barely it seemed) acknowledged my accomplishment. I started to feel unnoticed, like a kid in class with his hand was raised and someone else was called upon for the answer ... but then I realized that this process was about my learning, not the Master's approval.

We worked together for many days as I learned how to create realities out of the energies with which I was working. I was often brought to nearly total emotional overwhelm during the time that I worked with this Master. My abilities improved toward creating changes in reality. One morning after raising my hands into the light, as I lowered them back toward myself I discovered a white dove between my hands. I could feel its warmth, its heartbeat against my palms. I could smell its dander, feel its breath as it nervously nestled between my hands. In one respect the bird seemed to be a mere hologram, but in every other respect, it was as alive as I was.

I stood there with tears running down both of my faces - my third-dimensional self and the one who was working with the Master in the courtyard. I felt the life force of this little creature growing in my hands. Bringing the dove close to my chest, I felt my heart reach into it. Savoring the moment, I raised my hands and let him fly away. And fly away he did. He lifted up and out of my hands and became a dove of pure white Light, hovering just beyond me in the distance. The dove remained as I completed my session that morning.

A few days later just as I began my morning lessons with the Master, a young man came and tapped me on the shoulder. (Yes, I actually felt it). "Can't you see I am studying?" I said. "Please don't bother me right now." (Thinking back on this I realize that this was the first time I could hear what was being said to me.) The youth continued his attempts to get my attention by telling me that I was being summoned and that I had to go with him right away. The third time he asked, I acquiesced. I followed the young man down a dirt footpath and soon we came to a place that I had not seen before.

The place was a grotto of sorts, carved naturally of stone with an overhang that served as a shelter. As my eyes adjusted to the darker environment, I realized that the White Brotherhood stood there in a circle! (The White Brotherhood is a group of Light-oriented etheric beings who assist in healing, sacred learning and many other aspects of working from one dimension to another.) Just to the right of the circle stood yet another Master. He was also dressed in the white robes of the Brotherhood.

This Master's medium brown hair cascaded below his shoulders. His eyes were dark and penetrating yet held some spark of amusement as he looked at me. Wordlessly with those eyes he summoned me before him. I tried to tell him that I had work to do, that I needed to get back to my studies, but he cut me off with a glance.

In his hands the new Master held a sword with the tip down. I knelt before him and he touched the sword to my shoulders and placed his right hand on the crown of my head, holding it there. I could feel the power of his touch. The energy of him was strong with a force I had not felt before.

Somehow I still wasn't grasping the importance of the moment. As the ceremony finished, I thanked the Master and began to walk away, impatiently heading back to my studies. Whatever the ceremony was, it seemed that I had much more learning to do and I was anxious to return to my lessons. The Master of my initiation looked at me with an odd bit of exasperation as I left. He reminded me of a patient father watching a child learn the hard way.

I tried to return to the courtyard. It was impossible. Only then did I realize that I had graduated! I had successfully learned the skills that had come to me and I had moved beyond the teachings of the wizened one at the archway. It was once again time to begin a new reality... and a new set of lessons.

This became a pattern over time. With each initiation to a higher place of learning, I became unable to go back to previous lessons or venue. I learned very quickly that I had better be paying attention!

The next place my reality took me was to a chamber of healing. This chamber was to be one of many. This place was so ancient that it was beyond any recorded history or even myth of history. It was beyond what I already knew of Lemuria and of Atlantis. This was from what I was told was the "before time".

There was a table in the new chamber that was made of a substance that I didn't recognize. Not really metal, not really stone. The Master who met me there was lined with age and exuded not only wisdom but a confidence and strength of knowledge. This was a wise one. Not that the others weren't, but this Master oozed the ancient ways. And he did it with unflappable confidence. I had a sense that his Master was the embodiment of everything he had come to teach me.

I stepped up to the table next to the Master. Right about the same time, I realized that I was also observing us from about twenty feet away. When I turned around and looked I could see myself. The perspective changed back and forth several times as the me with the Master looked at the me who was watching and the me who was watching looked at the me with the Master. This was getting complicated. There were two of me! Wait! NO! Three! The earthly me was aware of everything as well! Had I fractionalized? How was all of this possible? I seemed to be okay. I felt like myself as I checked here, there, in all three places ...

Determined to avoid further confusion I turned my attention to the Master before me. The long robe he wore was so blue it was nearly purple. It rippled down his long length as if nothing else in any world would fit him. The robe reflected light as he moved, almost as if he was the embodiment of light. As I stepped up to the table, I looked down toward where I expected my hands to be and much to my surprise, what I saw were the arms and hands of the Master! He had stepped into me to guide me in the lesson. In that moment, we were one.

The Master conjoined with me energetically as a living guide who in some sense controlled my every movement and heightened the sensations that I was experiencing. The part of me who was watching from a distance saw that when the Master stepped in to guide me, a holographic pyramid of energy had surrounded the area in which we were working, a perfect field of energy from within to call any array of energies.

We were working in an environment of perfection. The holographic pyramid radiated a light golden glow and somehow, as I learned from this Master, I began to know not just one movement, not just one technique, but a complete cognizance of many aspects of holographic energy healing all at once! Incredible! I got the how's and the why's in such a form that it would have been impossible to describe how I was learning in mere words. He was infusing me with knowledge!

As I advanced with this Master, he began to show me how to look beyond the local reality to yet another healing chamber where, when a body was levitated, it would turn slowly, allowing for a diagnosis of malfunctioning of the energy system and occasionally the organs. It was fascinating to say the least. Like a sponge I absorbed the teachings.

There were times when I worked with this Master that I would begin my movement exercise in the morning and suddenly a holographic representation of a human being whom I knew or had heard of and who was having health issues, would materialize before me. The presenting bodies levitated just as in the second healing chamber I described above, and as they did, I could see where there were irregularities within and around them.

These types of displays became the norm for a while. Upon levitation, the bodies would slowly spin and within the body I would be shown malfunctioning energy patterns. These bodies and their malfunctions were presented as teaching tools to show me how to apply what I was learning to my third dimensional reality. I began to repair the anomalies that I saw by learning to transmute the energies. This, to me, was the ultimate alchemic process - changing the form of one reality to another to effect healing. In this case, from the dysfunction of illness to healing and wellness.

In later lessons, as I did the movement and energy work, Jesus stood before me and guided me in certain aspects of what I was learning. He worked differently, as a rule, than the other Masters had, standing there, emanating everything that I needed to know while he looked into my eyes. Somehow I understood completely.

Instead of telepathically, Jesus taught me energetically. What he gave me became a part of me that I could recall at will. Occasionally he would "step in" as the other Master had done and when he did, if I had to find one word to describe the feeling, it would be balance. Balance of every aspect of myself inside and out. Being the One.

(Jesus often comes to healing sessions that I do with myself and others, even now. Throughout my learning process and for many, many years, he has been with me. There are no words to describe the experience of Him or the love that comes through Him when he is present.)

Ultimately there were other Masters, other lessons, and I graduated several more times. I was taught how to access other times and places. One of the most profound experiences I had was when I asked to experience the crucifixion of Jesus. I found myself accompanying him on his final walk toward impending death and sharing both energetically and physically the expression of his pain as each nail was hammered into his body.

Somehow I hovered near him as he anguished upon the cross, gently cupping his face with my hand, feeling the sweat of his pain running down my hands as I touched him. As I stroked his face I felt enormous waves of love. I accompanied him through the burial process as three women washed and then anointed Jesus with what looked and felt like a thick olive oil-based substance. It was fragrant with a rich combination of scents.

When the preparations were complete, Jesus was wrapped in a white cloth and the tomb was sealed. My journey stopped there and at the time I wondered why I was not allowed to complete the journey through the resurrection. It dawned on me later that if I was present for the resurrection, as I was exposed to the Light I would have ascended myself, and it was not time for me to do that just yet. Being present for such a series of events brought me to my knees. I was in tears for hours. The passion and compassion was more expansive than anything I had yet experienced. I have to admit that I was emotionally wasted after that one.

There have been countless other lessons. One afternoon when I had time to sit and experience whatever came next, I was immediately taken through several realities in time. Different millennia - one, then the next, and the next. I felt as if I had been boomeranged through times and realities one after the other and did not know how to control the experience. I felt as if my space-time gyroscope was out of whack as I went from one scene to another. Each place and time assaulted my perceptions with tactile experiences, odors, scents, partial glimpses of scenes and events that did not seem rational to my thinking self. What I witnessed in those moments went from base to the ridiculous as my logical mind could not comprehend.

Somehow my reality survived. Ultimately in that particular expedition, I ended up watching another Master from a distance as he raised his hands of Light. His robes were of shades of light purple. His shiny black hair and closely trimmed beard shone dark against his porcelain skin. This Master radiated peace and a fullness of wisdom in a way I had not yet experienced. There was so much love. I knew in that instant what I was supposed to do.

I went over and put my arms around the Master's waist ... and ... I ... stepped into ... him! Immediately he and I were the same. One. As soon as this occurred, the scene changed and I found myself in a dark room with him. A chamber of sorts. Within his hands the Master held a golden chalice which had been etched with symbols, all in a spiral fashion the full length of the stem. The Master was moving the chalice carefully in a small circular way. I looked inside of the cup and there inside was not wine, not water, but liquid light!

"Drink of this" the Master said. And so I did. From that moment forward my life has never been the same. Synchronicities began to happen in the most astounding ways. Instant manifestation occurred with little to no effort. In all my heart, I know that this was my true ordination. I had become the Spirit who was my teacher.

There have been countless other experiences like the ones I have just described. There is still so much to learn. I have laughed and I have cried, even briefly questioned my rationality. Was all of this real? Was I creating it all in my imagination? I came to the unquestionable conclusion that yes, it is all real and no, I hadn't made any of it up. What I learned I applied within my third-dimensional world, to assist in the healing and teaching of others - often with phenomenal results.

The point is that there are in fact realities beyond the here and now that have everything to teach us if we choose to experience them.

It comes down to how far we want to go and what we mean to do with what we have learned. And, in all honesty, the purity and selflessness with which we ask for what we need.

This kind of knowledge is not for the keeping. It is for the telling, the showing, and the miraculous changes that can be achieved in our spirits as well as in our lives and the lives of others. Wisdom is found in that sharing.

We can take this type of experience as far as we wish from simple awareness to complete participation within the other realities. Of course, to do that means that we have to step out of the secure illusions of our boxes and give ourselves the freedom to experience the worlds beyond ... It is always our choice.

© 2006, Meg Blackburn Losey, All Rights Reserved.