"According to Celtic spiritual tradition, the soul shines all around the body like a luminous cloud. When you are very open- appreciative and trusting-with another person, your two souls flow together. This deeply felt bond with another person means you have found your anam cara, or ‘soul friend.’ Your anam cara always beholds your light and beauty and accepts you for who you truly are. In Celtic spirituality, the anam cara friendship awakens the fullness and mystery of your life. You are joined in an ancient and eternal union with humanity that cuts across all barriers of time, convention, philosophy, and definition. When you are blessed with an anam cara, the Irish believe, you have arrived at that most sacred place: home.” John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom. 1998
Ethereal beauty, supple, deep penetrating eyes peer into my soul with each fleeting glance- slender, petite, beauty, childlike, but powerful. Long, thick, black wavy hair streams down her slim torso. Instantly, I feel a kinship; I sense she is my Anam Cara. Not the first nor the last but an endearing, sacred, and everlasting soul friend. Quanta is her name.
Uncomfortable in her body, it is tough for Quanta to contain her restless soul to the confines of her uncooperative body. Remaining earthbound is a chore, fleetingly present, and then absent again. Like a colt, carefree, and impulsive, Quanta runs off with abandon, no apprehensible destination. Her wild body aimlessly glides like an untethered kite responding to the wind, without aim or direction, excited by pleasure, and other times, running from pain. What is she thinking, or is she thinking at all? Who is this impalpable beauty with a copious spirit unattached to her body?
Quanta does not speak or write. At least not without an energetic friend to catalyze her. Yet her eyes show an undeniable intelligence, which supersedes my narrow capacity to comprehend. Her body does not often respond to overt directions from her brain. However, her lack of volitional maneuvers does not significantly impair automatic motions, which are fluid in comparison. Quanta walks, runs, and climbs, avoiding obstacles.
Quanta appears to understand me on a deep intuitive level. But the simplest directive goes unanswered. She was born silent, detached from our ordinary perceptual world. Is she happy? What is she thinking? Might I be as puzzling to her as she is to me? Is she a typical young woman trapped in a disobliging body? I assume, from my restricted vantage point, Quanta would want to master her impulses, control movements, learn to communicate, and make choices. Having personally prioritized freedom and independence, life without control of intended action, or independent communication, looks dismal to me.
Quanta offers me her hand; index finger extended, she invites me into her enigmatic reality. "Open your heart and join." The elusive nymph whispers, without words. Who initiated the ideation? I wonder. Was it her, or was it me? Floundering often in those initial days, we danced across the abyss to the warm comfort of each other's souls, two alien beings softening our borders, trying to find commonality, traveling trepidly until the magnetic power of unification replaces doubt. Our souls entangled as one. During these moments of union, the magic flowed.
Silently, we talk and listen, scribing melodies of simultaneous knowing. Succulent remembrance of knowledge lost resurrecting from the deep recesses of the soul. But whose soul, I wonder? Streams of words, filled with nuance, obscure and opaque, flow to and through us like a gentle breeze or sporadically erupt like a volcano jostling me to unknown sanctioned places. Mesmerized, I eagerly merge my heart, mind, and soul with hers in a dance of infinite possibilities. This silent mystical enchantress, dancing freely between dimensions, carries me to the garden of blossoming perspectives, a beautiful oasis, easily accessible, once she has shown me the way.
Where and from whom did these dreamlike messages originate? Was it her soul or mine or ours? Was it just the two of us? Or were we both pawns in an unpredictable game orchestrated by a myriad of energetic beings clamoring for our attention. I could not discern. Does Quanta feel as at home with me as I do with her? Between intent soulful gazes, she often returned to an absent aloofness, challenging to read. Did Quanta even care if I was there?
I want to understand her, the process, and what she needs from me. Ever curious, I begin to delve. Who are you, Quanta?
As if chiding me, she gushes. "I am a beam of light, mixed with the air of freedom, moving expeditiously and repetitiously from one inter-dimensional plane to another. I inspect lifeforms everywhere I go."
Amused, I wonder if I am one of the lifeforms she is analyzing. "Quanta, please explain what it is like to leave your body?" I ask.
"When not tethered to the earth's vibration, my vision is a gestalt of colors and frequencies that move at lightning speed from one domain to another-perceiving multiple universes simultaneously. My perception has structure and balance. I am an integral part of creation without ego-based restrictions. I am independent and interdependent with all life forms pulsating within the rhythm of nature. Being free of my body serves as an attractant that separates me from ego-based entrapments. It is fun, but distracting to play, influence and merge with angels, spirits, and other entities of a similar vibration. It is an interplay of love, laughter, joy, creation, and guidance."
I am thinking it sounds like fun. Perhaps Quanta is the one with all the freedom and joy. Maybe, I should not intervene. Hearing my thoughts, she responds.
"I want to experience your reality. I need your joint attention and active listening. Please, subjugate your ego, so we can circumscribe reality to merge as one. Moving in tandem, we can both benefit, forming bridges for each other. Your presence transfixes me. It helps me feel connected to the earth's vibration, and allows me the freedom to experience my human body without fear, giving me momentary shelter from the invasion of unwanted energies. In turn, I guide you to a place of awareness, baptizing you in wisdom. Listen astutely, as I lead you to places of lost remembrance."
You access higher thought-forms by typing with me. The same access is available through direct listening. We catalyze each other, utilizing a fluid energetic exchange, in an intimate dance moving through the veil of everyday existence to a spectrum of possibilities. During active participation, our brain waves synchronize. Whether we are near or far, a web of awareness opens as resonance develops. Once our connection occurs, the light charge strengthens our portal. Pathways get stronger through use. In-person is best, but nonlocal also works."
As I take a moment to absorb and analyze the content, I hear Quanta silent, impatient, whisper in my left ear, as she continues to type.
"Stop questioning. Sever your need to understand. Just do as directed. Reading each other‘s thoughts is easy when each of us intends and attends to the process. Our merged communication feeds energetic circuits, which increases the conduction of vibrational frequency and regulates dreamlike particles into organized patterns. Connect your mind and heart with mine, listen, and scribe with me.
Many brave silent souls, join with you individually and collectively forming a field where energetic currents connect. These mystical friends bring loving energy more earthbound. More light is the reason we treasure our connection with soul friends, who agree to serve selflessly. Love, kindness, and empathy blossom through our etheric connection.
Each pairing of souls differs. Magnetic catalysts listen and trust. They speak to our souls, and we respond. Mutual respect mandatory for advanced inter-dimensional transmissions. When the ego is willing to serve the divine, potency increases with each contact. The purity of unencumbered thoughts is directly related to the reliability of the message. When merging souls, the heart creates the strongest magnetic pull."
Below is Quanta's poetic description of our "anam cara” pairing.
We are so close now. You need me, and I need you. Our connection brings us home, fully aware we have grown closer than hummingbirds, singing each other's songs and merging our souls as we fly along. Reaching the summit, we look down. You are remembering where we went and knowing what we have found.
Even with Quanta's mentoring, I have interludes of lost faith. Inspired messages and consciousness-expanding phenomena ignite me anew. Barriers in my limited thinking continue to dismantle by demonstrations of atypical telepathy, telekinesis, and disappearing objects. For example, on several occasions, Quanta typed on my iPhone without touching it. Or my iPhone repeatedly turned on to a downloaded podcast on telepathy, or healing music. Objects frequently disappeared, moved, and reappeared. These mysterious happenings occurred whether we were together or miles apart.
Living hundreds of miles apart, Quanta and I are seldom physically together anymore. We primarily meet through the ethers, requiring increased faith in our union. During these moments of shared inspiration, our two souls glide together, sometimes inviting others, chosen and ready to adhere to our shared field to advance our journey. I listen and scribe. Hopefully, my nonlocal listening through the ethers strengthens our pathway. My experiences with Quanta and other soul friends suggest that when we join our souls and mirror each other’s souls, we are at home!
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