Drunvalo And Claudette's Corner
In this section of the magazine we make it a point to zero in on the essence of Drunvalo and Claudette’s work and the importance of remembering what lives at its core. So much attention has been brought to bear on both of their teachings, now more than ever, the ground upon which this surge of interest stands, needs to be considered as the bulwark that sustains its latest news and developments. The Melchizedeks hold space for an ocean of wisdom that cannot be assimilated by pulling ourselves up to the enlightenment “Drive-Thru” and ordering the equivalent of a spiritual Big Mac. Lest we lose sight of all the incredible work that has brought us to this place, for the month of October we decided to showcase one of our favorite videos from “Drunvalo’s Classic Series” and pair it with an article by Cal Garrison describing her experience of Claudette’s work.
THE ULTIMATE LOVE STORY – with Drunvalo Melchizedek
Originally recorded in 1992, the Ultimate Love Story will give you a glimpse of Drunvalo delivering a talk that put him at the center point of the separation between the forces of light and the forces of darkness. As you watch this video you will understand that Drunvalo’s work has formed a touchstone around which human consciousness can grow and evolve. It may interest you to know that Drunvalo’s guides instructed him to deliver this particular lecture, off the cuff, straight from his heart. If you have an interest in the mechanics of the Lucifer Rebellion, and the connection between Michael and Lucifer to the changes that are so much a part of what is taking place in the world right now, give yourself an hour to tune in to ‘The Ultimate Love Story’
59+ minutes
LIFE IN THE IMAGINAL REALM
In keeping with the theme of darkness and light, Claudette asked us to reprint an article by Cal Garrison that describes Cal’s experience of entering the imaginal realm and allowing that reality to illuminate her issues clearly enough to let them be transmuted into light.
Preface – from the author:
There are a million and one ways to find the answers we seek. By now, many of us have tried them all. At the end of the day, the path that we choose is no one’s business but our own – because there is no ‘right way’, and it is up to us to be able to discern whether something works, or it doesn’t. Of late, I have come to a place where it is becoming more important for me to tap into my own source whenever it comes time to shed light on the path. In taking that tack, I have discovered that imagery work beams in on the truth in a way that dissolves and transmutes anything that obscures it. I am convinced that the Blue School traditions are the purest, most quintessential form of magic. What follows is a true story, taken from an experience that took place in a workshop with Claudette.
LIFE IN THE IMAGINAL REALM – by Cal Garrison
I am looking into the darkness that fills the screen behind my eyelids. There is nothing to see. I pull my mask down to make things darker. It’s easier for me to do imagery work in the pitch dark.
Listening to Claudette’s voice, I hear her tell us to look into the palms of our hands. A misty impression emerges. My hands are turned up. They look like they look in real life, only a little whiter and kind of ghostly. These ‘imaginal hands’ aren’t made of the stuff that I see when my eyes are open. They materialize holographically, out of nothing.
The next time she speaks she tells us that there is an object in our left hand and she asks us to identify it. There in front of me, perched in the center of my palm, is an Origami Crane. It is totally childlike, brightly colored, and made of paper that is patterned with playful circles and squiggles and stars. I don’t know what to make of it, but it’s OK; it’s better not to think when you do this.
Then she tells us that there is an object in our right hand, and she asks us to look at it and identify it as well. Out of nowhere an iron coffin nail appears. I am shocked and a little scared. This gives way to the realization that there is nothing to fear; this thing is familiar to me. It is a perfect replica of the old, iron, coffin nails that I use in my protection spells. I have a box full of them in my magic kit.
As the picture of the nail becomes clearer the inner knowing that it is there to protect me is confirmed when Claudette says: “what word can you find for this object?” The word ‘PROTECTION’ pops up immediately – and on its heels I feel the word, ‘STRENGTH’.
Applying the same question to the object in my left hand, the word for the Crane is ‘JOY’. This feels a little too generic for me, so I ask for clarification and get: ‘CHILDLIKE JOY’. None of these words are heard or seen in the usual way; there is nothing graphic or audible to announce or spell them out. Each one emerges from the darkness, instantaneously, out of nothing.
As I linger with the sense that the bird and the nail have to be linked by association with the respective gender of each hand, Claudette asks us to take the objects and place them in the opposite palm. Switching the nail to my left hand, I see it pierce my flesh and proceed to crucify me. When I place the Crane in my right hand, she flies away.
It’s interesting how imagery begins to move things around. Two months later here I sit, thinking about the Crane and the nail. Many things have changed since they appeared in the palms of my hands. If I did the same exercise today, two totally different objects would show up to inform me about myself. And this has taught me that the imaginal realm is where glimpses of the truth allow us to return to the place where everything is known, everything is born, and where everything is constantly circulating in and out of the light.
As I write this I realize how self indulgent it must sound for me to rhapsodize about my weekend in imagery kindergarten. I can hear you saying: ‘Who cares about your frigging images? None of this means a whole lot if it has no practical application in real time.’ To show you how I bring this information into my life, let me talk about some imagery work that I did in a situation that involved a really destructive relationship – one that made me sick enough to have to reckon with it from the inside out.
In an attempt to figure out what it was about this connection that had brought me to my knees, I had to find a way to identify exactly who I was dealing with. Fortunately, Claudette happened to be sitting at the table on the day that all of this came to a head. It was she who took me through a step-by-step process that allowed me to enter the body of the other person and look out at the world from their eyes. It’s been seven years since I called up those images and their indelible impression is still clear as a bell.
I felt like I was crammed inside a 55-Gallon drum. The drum wasn’t made out of steel; it was made out of high-impact rubber. Totally sealed off from the rest of the world, inside this container there was nothing to see because everything was pitch-black. At first I thought I was blind – until I tried to move around and realized that the drum was full of something that I couldn’t identify. At the same time, the word for it was on the tip of my tongue. Blacker than soot, feeling like sand, it was compressed so tightly inside this hard rubber drum that there was no room to breathe, let alone move. The name for it escaped me – until an image of an ex-boyfriend sitting at his reloading bench popped on the screen and all of a sudden the word ‘Gunpowder’ came shooting out of my mouth.
No wonder there was not one atom of light to be found in this space; my God! The tiniest glimmer would have been enough to blow the whole thing up. Sensing that whatever I had to bring to the situation would not heal it, I got out of there as quick as I could. Prior to leaving I asked if there was anything I could do. I heard something say, “Light won’t work here. You need to pour water on it” – so that’s what I did – I filled this barrel of explosives with water and by the time I found my way back to my life I understood why nothing ever seemed to go right with this woman and I stopped playing games with her from that day on.
As a way to illustrate what happens to an image over time, I had a chance to revisit the woman in question during Claudette’s most recent workshop. The opportunity came up when she asked the group to put on their blindfolds and bring a really difficult relationship up for review. I’m not having a hard time with anyone right now so, wondering if anything had changed, I decided to check in on the ‘Barrel of Gunpowder”. This is what happened the second time around:
I found myself in a hermetically sealed space that was made out of brushed, stainless-steel. A quick scan showed me that I was inside what looked like a large bank safe whose dimensions were approximately eight-feet on every side. There were no doors, no windows, no openings, no decorations or furnishings; it was just a small rectangular space, surrounded by sleek metal walls that were about two feet thick. For a split second I thought maybe this was a coffin, but a coffin would have felt more comfortable. And then I realized that after seven years things must have gotten worse for this woman because it felt like what was once gunpowder had solidified and crystallized into an impenetrable steel vault. The tumblers and the combination were long gone; there was no way for anyone to get in and no way for her to get out.
I have to say I didn’t expect this. I was hoping that time might have transmuted some of her fear into love. There was no satisfaction in knowing that things had gotten that bad. All I felt for this lady was compassion. And interestingly, that too had changed – because after my first excursion into her body, all I could feel at the end of the day was contempt.
I don’t remember what I had in mind when I sat down to write about all of this. Between the Crane, and the Nail, and the difficult relationship I am not sure if I have said anything monumental here. I think the point of it was to talk about the aspect of our consciousness that sees and knows everything without having to search outside itself for answers. When we say; ‘everything you want and wish for can be found inside yourself’ do we act as if we believe that or do we pay lip service to the idea and keep calling up the psychics and the healers and the gurus to tell us what’s going on?
It is a huge step to get to a place where you truly understand that you are both the source and the creator of your own life. For so many of us this is just a mental thing. The spiritual mill has a way of making it easy to believe that we can think our way to whatever the answer is. But knowing things is no measure of mastery. What lives inside the unresearched corners of the human soul transcends anything the mind might have to say about it. I am by no means a master when it comes to the imaginal realm but the more I give myself permission to enter it, the more I see that it is where my spirit merges and becomes one with the creation process.