Every once in a while, mediation gets psychedelic.
This morning, I was meditating and my awareness and breathing were focused on my central energy channel. Out of nowhere, I saw all my etheric and energetic bodies peeling away form each other in succession and on into the horizon as if they were extending into an infinity mirror. Each body contained all of the others inside of them. I was able to expand and contract them into each other at will, moving them back and forth like a cosmic accordion.
Like a cat with a newfound toy, I played with this for a while, lost in the movement of myself that I could control at whim. Then, I realized it was a distraction and went back to focusing. Watching my mind at play, I also saw that this was a lesson, but not my destination. Not the destination.
We can experience these things and learn and gain insight from them, but it’s not the point. We are sight seers against our own consciousness and the mechanics of our consciousness, but we can’t mistake our perception of it as consciousness itself.
Even the things that we count on as tools and components of our growth our not our growth.
The moral of my story: keep meditating. Don’t confuse the bright colors for the silence.