Toltec Active Dreaming Practice

Because I am a dreamer by predilection I did something very akin to the following, at least once, everday without skipping, for a period of around 7-8 years.

In the day I taught physical chemistry and at night I did this…

These are excerpted from “Cry of the Eagle” by Theun Mares.

It is through this technique that I realized I am of the Elephant dreaming class, in other words having a second-ray Soul or causal vehicle.

I had a “tango” moment when I was reading the previous piece from the blue books which if I can find the words, I will verbalize.

Advanced Meditation and Shambhala

From Wiki

“In Tibetan Buddhist tradition, Shambhala (Sanskrit: शम्भल Śambhala, also spelled Shambala or Shamballa; Tibetan: བདེ་འབྱུང, Wylie: Bde’byung; Chinese: 香巴拉; pinyin: Xiāngbālā) is a mythical kingdom. Shambhala is mentioned in the Kalachakra Tantra. The Bon scriptures speak of a closely related land called Tagzig Olmo Lung Ring.

The Sanskrit name is taken from the name of a city mentioned in the Hindu Puranas, probably in reference to Sambhal in Uttar Pradesh. The mythological relevance of the place originates with a prophecy in Vishnu Purana (4.24) according to which Shambhala will be the birthplace of Kalki, the final incarnation of Vishnu, who will usher in a new age (Satya Yuga) and the prophesied ruling Kingdom of Maitreya, the future Buddha.”


“During the late 19th century, Theosophical Society co-founder Helena Blavatsky alluded to the Shambhala myth. Blavatsky, who claimed to be in contact with a Great White Lodge of Himalayan Adepts, mentions Shambhala in several places, but without giving it especially great emphasis.

Later esoteric writers further emphasized and elaborated on the concept of a hidden land inhabited by a hidden mystic brotherhood whose members labor for the good of humanity. Alice A. Bailey claims Shamballa (her spelling) is an extra-dimensional or spiritual reality on the etheric plane, a spiritual centre where the governing deity of Earth, Sanat Kumara, dwells as the highest Avatar of the Planetary Logos of Earth, and is said to be an expression of the Will of God.”


I have been wondering whether or not to start into this. There is a meditation called “the master in the heart” in which one opens a twelve petalled lotus. Which contains the jewel in the centre of the lotus, a diamond. Om mane pade hum. The thought form is actually in three spatial dimensions and one temporal one. It evolves in time. It “exists” high on the mental plane and interacts with the buddhic plane. In fact it acts as a kind of doorway or portal. In the diagram it is located on the plane of abstract mind. The diagrammatic representation is more distinct and delineated than the thought form itself.

Spatially this lotus is “located” on the central channel vertically below the crown chakra, through which the threads are abstracted on death. The crown chakra is also visualized as a many petalled lotus. How each individual views the meditation, visualizes it, may vary. It will also to an extent be influenced by the ray type of the person meditating. In my experience the more stable the thought form becomes the more likely it is to be “correct”.

Before commencing this meditation, I meditated daily at least once a day for eight years, sometimes more, doing Toltec active dreaming practice in which one visualizes a yellow rose. When in London, I often used to do this med. on the Victoria line from Brixton during rush hour, or on the Gatwick Express on the way to board meetings. Because of the way my brain is wired and my training as a scientist I can visualise time evolving potential energy surfaces and the vibrational modes of many atom molecules. So, I am pretty good at visualisation.

I can hold the lotus or rose thought form in the mental space just in front of my Anja centre or move them around to between my shoulder blades, at will.

As part of this lotus meditation, one envisions the three lower sheaths which are like diaphanous eggs on the etheric, astral and mental planes.  Construction of these “eggs” has a remarkable stabilising effect on the individual who does it. It “contains” their beingness.

It occurred to me that before I tried to progress upwards out of the crown chakra and on to the buddhic and atmic planes, I would need to contain my awareness thereupon otherwise I could get badly dissipated and lost or even die. So just as I constructed the three lower sheaths, I began attempts to build a buddhic and atmic vehicles in a similar manner. These sheaths are much more subtle and extend further from the physical body.

After I had been able to take my awareness “above” the jewel. I started to see if I could construct a thought form for Shambhala. Over a period of many months, I set about constructing with care, this thought form to see if I could.

How would one get there?

Obviously there had to be some kind of stairway. When I first started the construction, I could only get stability of image whilst chanting the om ah hum purification mantra in deep voice. I figured if I wasn’t “allowed” to go there I would not be able to construct the form.

What would lie atop the steps?

Well, some kind of open courtyard in front of the temple building. What could one “see” from the courtyard in the southern quadrant? It would be the snow-capped Himalayas. For an example of a visualisation aid explore this. It is pretty groovy in any case.

Would there be several layers of access; an outer chamber an inner chamber and the council chamber? Who could go where? Where might the Sanat Kumara be “seated” and what about the Buddhas of Activity. How would they look?

The question remains if one constructs the thought form, dreams it in, does one “go” there. The body sure as hell doesn’t but the “mind” does. What happens to time? The clock time based on quartz oscillators ceases. When you come back only tens of minutes have passed but the thought form is way more expansive than that. One cannot climb a staircase like that in ten minutes. What is orchestrating the building of the form. My working conclusion is that it cannot be the personality, it must be the Soul. So does the Soul travel to the courtyard at Shambhala?

It is time to do my sous chef work for dinner… enjoy the web cams

The Temple Annexe

This is a visualisation to assist in Dreaming Practice:

It is one of those hot, balmy, end of summer nights. You are dressed in white linen. The sun is low on the horizon and in the process of beginning to set. The sky is starting to pink just a little. There are a few wispy clouds.  You are in a vast field of ripened wheat, the heads of the wheat are curled over and near ready for harvest. You are carefree, no-one is watching. You allow your left hand to fall to your side to touch the wheat, strolling through the field allowing your fingers to touch what one day, will become bread. The feeling of lightness and joy is upon you.  All the stress has gone from you, you feel young again as you stroll through the wheat field. You come upon a tall dry stone wall and start to explore. You run your fingers over the stone, it is much taller than you.  You notice that the sun is now setting and you must go home. Because you have loved the field so much you resolve to come here again at dawn.

It is now just after dawn, and you are back in the field. The air is as crisp as apples and there is a faint dew on the wheat again you allow your left hand to caress the wheat as you meander through the field. Your eyes are bright and alive. As you approach the wall you wonder what lies beyond it. You follow the wall round to your left touching the sometimes mossy stones with your finger tips. Soon you come upon an archway in the wall. It is taller than you and there is an old wooden door there. There is a metal ring painted in black enamel which you know will open the door. Slowly you reach down and raise the lever. The door opens before you. In front of you, you can see an exquisitely manicured rose garden. The scent wafts over you enticingly. You step forward into the Southern Precinct of the Toltec Temple. There are bed after bed of the most exquisite roses, the scent is overwhelming. In the near distance you can hear the soft gurgle of a fountain. Here in a sunken part of the garden the fountain is surrounded by stone benches, roughly hewn.  You sit and open up your ears to the fountain.

When the utter serenity of the place has begun to deeply imbue you, you decide to explore further. A little in the distance you can see a man working in the rose bed. Today he is tending the yellow roses, turning over the earth and whispering to the roses. As you approach he winks at you. He is the venerable gardener, master of the Southern Precinct.  He has a gift for you. He hands to you a single yellow rose of considerable beauty. He has cut it just now. The cut on the stem is diagonal and perfect. The leaves are dark, dark green and lustrous. The rose itself is of such vibrancy, never have you seen yellow such as this. The flower head is only partially open and the swirl of the petals overlaps in a radial display. The scent is heady.

Taking this single rose you walk along the gravel path to a building which lies ahead. You know this to be an annexe of the great Toltec Temple. As you approach you can see an arched doorway carved in stone. The doors are open and beckon you in. As you pass within you are almost overcome by the sensation of utter silence. You walk upon the black and white marble floor sensing the aeons of its construct. Ahead of you in the Eastern corner is a white marble slab. It is lit by the light of dawn issuing sunbeams onto the altar. You approach the altar and genuflect, cradling the rose in your hands. You lean forward to place it within the sunbeams on the marble slab. As you do so a single drop of dew rolls out of the rose onto the marble slab.  A single tear trickles out of your left eye at the same time. You feel it wind down your cheek.  It drops onto the altar and merges with the dew. You know that soon you will be home.

Rising now you nod your head and retrace your steps out of the annexe, along the gravel path. The venerable gardener has disappeared. You walk past the fountain and out of the archway. Slowly you close the door.  You are now again in the field of wheat, you trail both hands through it, feeling such a sensation of utter poignancy as you have never had before; somehow though you KNOW this feeling only too well.