Pyramid Meditation
Pyramid Meditation
by Lee Muir
Seth: The point of power is the present
Note from the Editor: As we pondered about this space which was left empty, an interesting synchronistic event showed up in the news on July, 3rd.
A cave buried beneath a Mexican pyramid has recently been re-opened by archeologists. The cavern, which has been sealed since its discovery in the 1970s, is situated on Mexico’s most ancient archeological site.
The Aztecs who discovered the Teotihuacán pyramids around 1500 AD, just before Spanish explorers arrived to Mexico, called it ‘the place where men become gods’ as they assumed it to be a mythological place.
The cave network, buried 21 feet (6 meters) underneath the giant pyramid called Sun Pyramid, may reveal information pertaining to the sacred practices of the ancient society having built it.
I stand outside the ruins of a pyramid, it seems I am dressed as a tourist and in the present time frame.
I run around the outside of the pyramid, stopping to pick some wild flowers and feeling the power of the place.
A Mexican wearing a large sombrero comes up to me. He is grinning at me. We sit down together on the ruins and he invites me to talk to him. I look down at my feet like a little kid and play with my toes.
He nods and grins and takes my hand and we go into a door which has appeared on the side of the pyramid. It is dark but feels nice. We go down some stairs, come to another door and there are more stairs going down. The Mexican tells me to count with him from 20 down. He is holding my hand and I feel safe.
We count down and come to another door. It opens and we are in a huge underground space. There is a large bed at the end of it and as we draw near there is a very very old lady in the bed. She seems very weak and flutters her hand at me to sit down. She is very compelling and I feel a bit scared. The Mexican stands to one side.
I sit on the side of the bed and take the old woman’s hand and wait for her to speak. She indicates a book on the bedside table. I go and get it and she tells me to read it. I open it and the pages are blank.
(at this point I am vaguely aware of a wall covered in shelves and full to overflowing with books, some old and falling apart. My book is nice and clean and new looking, with a hard cover and bound)
“Write” she tells me. “Write, write your story. Write it as you want it to be”.
She gives me a pen. “Now write” she says. So I start to write. Just simple phrases, positive things. My dreams. As I write the old lady starts to sit up in bed. She is getting stronger with each word I write. The Mexican is chuckling in the background.
As I am writing my dreams I feel some pain for others. I notice there is now a ball and chain around my ankles. I ask to understand it and the ball crumbles and waves of energy come out of it. The energy is magic. The magic energy waves becomes the shape of a mirror. As I look into the mirror I understand that everything is a reflection of me and that all I need do is focus on myself.
I continue to write my dreams and as I do this the old lady gets stronger.
The old lady gets out of bed. I know that she is no longer sick and weak and alone. She smiles at me and dances out of the room.
The Mexican takes my hand. We go back the way we came, counting the stairs up this time. We come out into the light.
