Flying Humans, Buoyancy, the Flying Quaker Family and Yakshas
Dear Ed,
My Granddad mentioned several times, people "flying", ie not flapping wings, but simply using buoyancy and directing one's position in space.
I experience this regularly in dreams, and I do it consciously quite often. For example, I will often, in a dream, find myself looking out on a scene and tell myself that I can fly so I needn't just look, I can enjoy the scenery by flying over.
I know for a fact that if I reach a state where my soul consciousness takes over my body completely with no thug world programmed bits coming in the way, I could easily propel myself by buoyancy through the air. I have in dreams consciously experimented with this by moving forwards, backwards, straight up high, sideways and so on. It isn't something mentally triggered or “imagined”. It is an actual physical function of the energy field engaging the ankles and calves.
It's something like the air itself is a spring which if we press ever so slightly with our feet, can propel us smoothly in whichever direction we want to go.
Buoyancy of the human body is a hidden topic.
In my book "Soul Memory in the Elements of Time Focus, Dream Sleep and Buoyancy" , I describe these three things which are actual elements like Air, Fire, Earth, Water, Friction. Ie. They have an eternal or Soul element AND they also manifest physically.
The element of "dream sleep" for example makes a sleeping baby heavier than a baby who is awake. If you've been a parent you know what I'm talking about. You will know the second they fall asleep by how their weight increases.
Buoyancy on the other hand, is what makes a living body lighter and, “buoyant”, compared to a dead body. As soon as the soul leaves the body its weight changes because buoyancy goes with the soul. This is even when there is still some air in the lungs. I have been at the bedside of three people who died and it’s how I knew they were passed on.
This element of Buoyancy of the soul literally physically carries physical characteristics of us from one lifetime to the next. Even when we're in the same body, it CARRIES our unique characteristics with us even across times and circumstances where those characteristics are suppressed.
But Ed, what I'm saying is, this Buoyancy is constantly present and I have experienced it in my dreams making it possible for me to fly. Just as fish in the sea use the pressure of the water itself to propel themselves forward, so we have the ability to engage with the air to propel ourselves using our feet and ankles. Experienced swimmers can do this in the water, sort of reach a state of flow with the water and propel themselves forward using the feet and ankles.
Quoting from my book:
Vomiting, nausea, fainting, motion sickness, alti-tude sickness, ringing in the ears (tinnitus), are all symptoms of this element trying to get attention or be-ing in a flux. Pregnant women are especially prone to all of this as their own body’s buoyancy interacts with the baby’s developing buoyancy. It’s like a small ball bouncing in-side a bigger bouncing ball. The center of gravity keeps shifting, making the woman feel like she’s constantly in motion.
When I got pregnant, I experienced my ankles and feet swelling almost immediately - something the medical system still doesn't understand - but which worldwide is experienced by pregnant women. In Hindi the phrase that means "heavy feet", "paav bhari" literally means pregnant.
It's been my experience that the baby's incoming buoyancy changes the buoyancy of the mother's energy field and with it the feet and ankles that are tuned to a certain level of buoyancy find themselves stressed or challenged on a daily basis as it these parts of us that engage with buoyancy.
The famous "spring in the step" is a physical manifestation of buoyancy in the body increasing with soul happiness. You cannot for example get a spring in your step if you tell yourself to. It must come from your soul.
A way to reconnect with the Buoyancy element in our living bodies, is to become aware of what I call “The Serpent Point.” The time we were sperm swimming from Papa to Mama, it was the tip of our tail, from where we propelled ourselves forward and that’s how we won the race.
While our feet are the bottommost part of us, the actual Serpent point is far lower.
Quoting from my book, again,
If you drew threads through both heels straight down, the point where they’d meet is the Serpent point.
You don’t imagine it, you become aware of it. You feel your heels and feel where they touch the floor and you feel the energy lines going down to the serpent point.
It’s different for everyone, but I find it easy to locate that point if I dance gently. Its easy to feel that that pivot beneath the feet – the place from where we spring.
When sitting it tends to be closer to the body but still beneath the floor.
Weightlifters experience this point as the point from where the spring comes when they’re engaging the deep core of the body.
It’s life changing to experience this point and engage it in exercise, dance etc. It releases anxiety, brings in fresh energy. It has to be experienced, Ed, it is wonderful.
Now that I’ve said all that, Ed, the reason I started typing this is because I remembered this amusing thing Granddad told me about the branch of our family who were Quakers and used to come visit the settlement every few years till the time the settlement was destroyed. (The story about that is in my book on Granddad's life - The Eighth of Seven Children.)
But Granddad said while he was at the settlement, (about 1830s to 1870), every few years, a branch of our family would arrive. The family itself (into which Granddad had married) never considered it anything strange as they were used to it, but Granddad was amazed as he wasn't used to it.
He said he'd look up and see this group of about 15 - 30 people, men and women, dressed like Quakers in black, black hats and bonnets etc., literally flying together but standing upright as if they were standing on an invisible platform that was moving.
They would zoom into sight and then land at a place behind the family's house that was a grove of Elephant ear’s leaves.
Granddad's father-in-law told him that the flying family were an old branch of the family. Exactly where they were traveling from, Granddad didn't know, but that they were Quakers, he was told.
The Quakers apparently were a spiritual community that had no clergy, allowed women at all levels of leadership, and so on. They actually got accused of witchcraft by the Puritans because of their closeness to nature.
That branch of the family who came flying to visit, had no concept of death as the end of life. When they arrived, they would stand under the elephant ear’s leaves and wait for our family to run up to them. This, Granddad was told, was because they didn’t like the many sculptures and paintings in the house - which had 81 generations of those and was like a museum. They lived very austerely and preferred the elephant’s ear’s grove for their quick short visit of just about 45 minutes.
They were very measured in their communication. Never did one speak out of turn.
Their way of interaction with our branch of the family, was to mention the names of the ancestors of our family, that their oldest living member had met, and our family would reply, "Of blessed memory."
This is how Granddad knew that some of them were atleast 400 years old. Because they would start the interaction with the oldest mentioning the name of the ancestor of ours he had known, and our family would say "Of Blessed memory." And they would progress through the names of every ancestor that they'd met and each time our family would reply, "Of blessed memory."
The oldest of them, when Granddad was there, mentioned the name of an ancestor of our family of 17 generations before. So he must have lived very long. The others mentioned the ancestors after. So they all must have lived very long. But they definitely didn’t look more than 50 or 60, any of them.
When they reached the living members of the family, they would mention their names and that family member would bow down and everyone else would say "Of blessed memory." So the same respect was given to the Soul, whether living or dead.
And then the new members of the family would be presented. Granddad wept when he was introduced because of the sheer emotional love and acceptance and just acknowledgment of him as an eternal soul there. He’d never imagined someone could accept him that unconditionally and completely and respect his very Being, just for Being there. He felt his entire long struggle to keep alive to that moment, was honored that day.
He experienced being “blessed”. We throw that word around so easy, but it is a real thing.
They would then give the family gifts they had brought for them. They'd have known that there was a baby or two born, and the sex of the baby, and would have brought gifts for the baby. One time they brought Granddad a box of apples with "Virginia" written on it. At the time Granddad told me this, I didn't know it was a place in the US. I thought it was someone's name. But now I think maybe they were from there.
They used to gift the women wooden hair clips that used to last for generations. They were something like the Amish of today. Except they flew. Granddad told me that “soul routes” over the earth, while as physical as any other flying routes, were different from the routes airplanes took.
Just as a child learns the routes from home to the shopping center and back, so that family would teach their children the routes from their settlement to ours. They had old, old songs that would go something like, “When you fly over the town of ——-, and pass by the great tree of ——, you will follow the mighty river ——-. Fly to the sun, and follow him, until you see the Island of —— .”
You’d be mighty surprised, Ed, at how many old songs and poems all over the world, contain information that could only have been gathered by flying over a place.
There’s an Ancient Sanskrit poem, called “Meghadoota”, by someone called Kalidas. In it, an exiled “Yaksha” - a species of primal human being who lived in nature and FLEW about regularly, often hired by kings as special guardians or bodyguards; is exiled somewhere, and asks a cloud to take his message of love to his beloved who lives up in the mountains.
The yaksha man gives the cloud precise directions to follow, from the air. Hundreds of miles AT LEAST had to be covered by the cloud to reach his wife. He gives the cloud precise directions about the towns and other landmarks he will be passing over, till he reaches the mountains and then, precise directions to his home, including the paintings he’d made on both sides of the door.
Now, obviously, Ed, the “scholars” have had a major go at saying that the poet was a very well traveled man and so on and that’s how he knew all he knew. But I felt then as I feel now, that that record was by a man who had flown over the land. ( Here is a link to the English translation of Meghadoota” by Kalidas - Translated in 2008 by Colin John Holcombe - Free PDF ).
All over the South Asia, the “yakshas” are shown as humans who lived in nature and spent their time in amorous love, and who FLEW. They are shown on the doorways of temples because they used to be hired as guards A LOT for some reason. And they used to be depicted as woman enjoying nature, and couples being amorous, and then flying about.
You’d have thought, Ed, if you’d seen those sculptures, that they were just of humans. But the people who live around will specifically say that those are Yakshas, humans who lived in nature instead of houses and that they flew.
So you see Ed, the Yakshas were a race or family of humans. They are nearly always shown with plants and animals. The female Yaksha is called Yakshi. Yakshas and Yakshis are immortalized in stone all over ancient temple walls.
Marco Polo wrote of how he witnessed Tibetan mystics flying. Alexandra David-Néel, a french traveler witnessed the same in the 20th century as did Tuesday Lobsang Rampa.
There are so very many depictions of people flying, right in the mass consciousness, even now, Ed. Take Mary Poppins for example.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed that Mary Poppins turns her toes out and stands in the standard ballet posture, before she flies.
The standard ballet feet positioning of heels touching and feet out, would engage the deep core with the serpent point and no doubt support the required Buoyancy to be airborne.
Ballet dancing by the way, is still very much a form of dance that is obsessed with the concept of people flying. It obviously is descended from a time when people were airborne regularly.
You see, Ed? It’s there in the mass consciousness, in our dreams, in history, in art and dance and sculpture.
Flight is a natural and instinctive thing in us, and our poems and even modern day talk is full of the word fly. We don’t say, “Swim me to the moon,” “my heart took a swim with happiness,” or even, “Walk me to the moon,” or so.
Our soul, flies, Ed. I believe, that one day, the programming that has imprisoned us will fall away and our psyches and bodies will unite seamlessly to enable our bodies to fly as our souls do.
I'm a dancer and love to walk on my toes most of the time. It's not something i do consciously, i just realise I'm on my toes often