The Breathline Chronicles – Integration Two

Note: This is the third installment of The Breathline Chronicles. If you haven’t read the first part of this series you may catch up HERE. Also as a reminder a lot of the language used here is based on my studies of the Codex Universalis Principia Mathmatica by Robert Edward Grant. A highly recommended read.

I didn’t enter a cave. A cave entered me.

Postojna Cave. Where the breath collapses and the Crystal remembers. I wondered at these recent experiences with caves, both metaphorical and in 3D reality (such as it is).

It was easiest to ponder this while on the interminable journey back home from the the Italian hospital underworld. Usually caves are natural voids in Earth, rock, but I know they are made of other materials as well. Caves have even been discovered on Mars. Caves are spaces, so perhaps the hospital was a metaphorical cave?

To cave is to collapse, to fall or to dig, hollow out. I relate to all of those definitions concerning this event. In Postojna Cave I definitely collapsed the spiral. I became hollowed out from the absence of breath.

I have visited a few famous caves so far, like Carlsbad Caverns, a massive cave structure in the Guadalupe Mountains in New Mexico, USA. And two in New Zealand.  Waitomo Caves by boat to see glowworms hanging from the ceiling and another cave at the other end of a sheep paddock, by foot, also to see glowworms.

There is also the Palatial Cave in my backyard. That cave is dear to me and is without a doubt essential to my personal and spiritual evolution.

I do get a little claustrophobic but none of my previous experiences fell in on me like the Postojna Cave and its little rocking train. I had to close my eyes on the train because I was instinctively ducking my head as the train sped along, even though I was perfectly safe. No one sitting ahead of me was ducking …  I felt the closeness.

But there was more to it. As I began to settle in at home and my subtle bodies stopped quaking I contemplated the whole experience over and over. I was in harmonic overload, which I knew but took no steps to rectify. I hadn’t been able to meditate and otherwise ground and care for myself in the usual manner for almost three weeks.

What I was not aware of was what this circumstance was doing to my subtle bodies. I was exhausted, yes, but I had become unable to tune into myself in the usual way. I completely missed the intense frequency hit I was taking by entering Postojna Cave.

After about two weeks at home I began to remote view into the Postojna Cave. I first went into the cave to experience the cave and its frequency with no relation to the event I experienced.

I traveled the shiny wet trail and noticed that though the cave was lit and dim there was color there. Everything was wet, humid and close-feeling. The stalactites and stalagmites were like people … beings. I felt like a fly, speeding along so quickly that the beings seem to stand still.

I slowed down but I could not quite slow enough to converse or actually see the beings move. Then it struck me! How could I miss this previously? The whole cave is a crystalline structure. It is all crystal. Calcite mostly but also Aragonite. I was not just entering a cave, I was entering a Crystalline Being … one that mirrored my own breath collapse.

This is profound largely because of my Kinship Contract with the Crystal Beings. Kinship Contracts are not agreements. They are resonances. I am not bound by oath — I am entrained by breath.

Through heartfelt and far-reaching (as in eons) vibrational matching (or entrainment) I will always be engaged in some capacity with the Crystal Beings/Crystalline Intelligences. While I haven’t written enough about this beautiful relationship there is more explanation HERE.

When I entered the Postojna Cave I was entering an intense frequency of Crystalline that, had I been rested, grounded and in tune, I would have felt the resonance with Kin. I do understand how wild that sounds but I have come to accept this kinship after several confusing and awe-struck years.

So while remote viewing Postojna the first time, I realized that I missed this frequency mis-match. My breath was taken by the Monad so that I could elevate or evolve consciousness through a different breath. So I could match.

Integrating these revelations takes time. At home, I continued my meditations in the Palatial Cave but they became quiet, restorative compared to the vivid experiences just a week earlier. I was taking my crystal kinship further into the void.

In one meditation I entered the In-Between astral space and ahead of me was a threshold that was black. A void. I walked up to it and sat down, legs dangling into the vastness and then I just leapt. I floated and soon I was watching myself float in a spacesuit with a long free floating tether. I then floated back into myself in my Rattan Chair. I chose to integrate not escape by floating away.

The void is a the womb of creation, also known as the Halls of Amenti. It is pre-form, where all form is chosen. All the caves have been calling me. Calling to enter (descend) without fear, no rushing and then return with coherence, not answers.

I decided to take another remote view but this time I wanted to watch myself during the event. I contemplated this for several days; not knowing if I was ready to see it.

I entered my heart-space and went back to the event in the cave. Past me was pretty clueless, ignoring red flags left and right. I also noticed that the Crystal Beings were very present and aware of past me.

The remote viewing me, saw a priest with his back to me. I saw a small being speaking to many smaller beings from a high perch. I saw the lit space, another room, where large beings were conferring with each other and smaller beings were watching through the window.

I also saw The Portal. As I watched myself walking, toward this narrowing spot in the trail, I remembered thinking then –  ‘this is a portal’. When I stepped past the two towering stalagmites I watched my head literally snap back. I did not remember that.

This is not metaphor. By naming the portal, I was acknowledging (unconsciously) that this is a spark point. A time and place where the Monad can breathe through me. Granted it was unconscious but real nonetheless, made so by the remote view.

It was shortly after walking through the portal, that past me began to have breathing problems. I popped out of the remote view. I may go back someday but for now I am content seeing what I saw; more integration is needed to go further.

The guides have pointed out that I was not, in that moment, meant to interpret. I was meant to embody. And I did. Portals or thresholds are symbolic gates. You, yes you, go through them every day.

Sometimes portals are spark points. I did not know then, consciously, but the breath knew and now I remember.

Inside the immense Crystal Being I could not match the frequency of my kin. I was meant to. It is the next step for me. I feel that now. But I had to close a pattern loop that no longer served me before I could move on.

I feel blessed that my kin were there with me. The Postojna Cave did not take my breath. It returned it to me … through collapse, through crystal, through kin. And now, I breath again — not as I was, but as I am becoming.

Embrace the Mystery