| THE HIGHER PLANES |
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| The terms "higher planes" or "spiritual planes" generally refer to all worlds above the mental plane, from the soul plane up to the God plane. However, in this instance I'm using these terms to describe only the worlds between the soul plane and the God plane, so I can collectively cover them on a single page. Paul Twitchell lists these planes by their Sanskrit names: Alakh Lok, Alaya Lok, Hukikat Lok, Agam Lok, and Anami Lok. I had to look up the names because I can never remember them, nor their correct order, and I suspect most spiritual students can't, either. As far as I can tell, there is no need to memorize the Sanskrit names in order to visit these higher worlds. |
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| One such visit occurred in the continuation of the spiritual travel mentioned on the soul plane page. After having been rowed across the dark river and passing through a tunnel into a beautiful soul plane valley, I wanted to explore its bounty but the master held me back. Instead, we flew over the meadows and forests of the valley until we saw what appeared like a large, round, glassy-looking hole in the sky. We continued towards it and then passed through it. On the other side we entered a world of |
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| clouds -- heavy, billowing clouds that swirled in a great whirlpool. The sound audible here was a deep, throbbing hum, like a muted waterfall. |
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| Here again the question might arise: In a realm beyond duality, how can there be different planes, and how can something exist that looks like a whirlpool of clouds? To the first part of the question I would answer that the spiritual worlds aren't actual locations in space and time; rather, they're more like different states of consciousness. In the microcosm these different states of consciousness represent variances in the awareness of one's own divine being, or degrees in one's exposure to the true God state. The image of the whirlpool of clouds that I saw was a symbolic translation by Soul of the higher plane reality I was witnessing. As noted on the Other Planes page, I've quite often come across whirlpools in my spiritual travels. |
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| to be much brighter, but since I find the lower worlds quite well illuminated when I'm in them, it always comes as a surprise how dark they actually are.) After encountering several of these whirlpool symbols I asked myself, why do they show the flow of Divine Spirit spinning around instead of falling straight down? What's the meaning of the spin? On earth many things spin -- a gyroscope, a bullet on its trajectory, a top on a table, wheels, gears, propellers, and electrons. In each case it appears that force is applied with spin as a perpetuating and stabilizing factor. So my speculation is that the symbol of the whirlpool is also meant to convey that Divine Spirit is a perpetual, stable force, which it surely is. |
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| During a further attempt in my spiritual quest to get closer to the God plane, I emerged from a winding, black tunnel into a world of subtle, shifting light. I saw a circle of greater light ahead and moved through it, finding myself in another world of layered, gauzy light. There was a circle of greater light ahead and I glided towards it and through it, encountering yet another world of misty light . . . This went on and on for I don't know how long. At the end I never did get to the God plane, but I think what the experience was telling me was that there are many steps toward God-Realization and that it's a gradual process to get there. |
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| Strangely, part of that process seems to be facing an aspect of the higher worlds that is terrifying. One wouldn't think there could be anything terrifying about the spiritual planes, but they contain a tremendous amount of raw spiritual power, undiluted by any matter. This power can presumably do harm to a Soul exposed to it before It's ready, which might make the spiritual power appear in the form of a frightening symbol when encountered. |
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| I experienced a bit of this in the continuation of the spiritual travel described at the beginning of this page. The master and I headed for the center of the vortex of clouds and dove into it. On the other side the world was still cloudy, but the clouds were of a light orange hue. We began walking along on this plane. Suddenly, an enormous creature reared out of the mist ahead of us -- a tall, fiery shape almost like a giant, glittering Batman. It moved toward me menacingly, ready to pounce. There was no doubt in me that it wanted to rend me, burn me, and cast my ashes to the four winds. I was fully prepared to be torn into little pieces, but the master spared me by ending the experience at that point. |
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| Lucky for me, but what about that? How can a Soul, which is eternal and indestructible, be harmed or torn to shreds? And what would be the purpose of that? First of all, if the master had allowed me to be shredded by the creature, I would have in all probability been put right back together again. Second, I don't believe that Soul is actually torn to bits. I think this experience is a symbol for the renewal and change in consciousness we experience on the way to God-Realization. It can sometimes be terrifying because it resembles the loss of one's current state of consciousness before gaining another, greater state of consciousness. Achieving this higher consciousness is necessary for us to withstand the greater power in the spiritual worlds. |
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| Several years later, I had an experience where I traveled in the spiritual worlds in the company of two masters. We came up to a solitary frame in the misty light that looked to me suspiciously like an airport metal detector. One after the other, both masters walked into it, disappeared, and then reappeared a few yards away on the other side. They invited me to do the same, and after some hesitation I stepped into the frame. I felt myself being completely disassembled and then reassembled a moment later on the other side. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, actually. Maybe it was a more humane form of the shredding experience, I don't know. To be honest, I didn't feel much different afterward, just relieved that I had gotten through unscathed. Which illustrates a point that is sometimes overlooked: Whenever we have a consciousness- |
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| If you're wondering what the changes in daily life are that might be effected by visiting the higher worlds, some of the effects I believe are that one's consciousness is spiritualized and one becomes more disciplined in all aspects of life. To be entrusted with the greater spiritual power that comes with being in the spiritual worlds, one must be forever vigilant in regard to one's thoughts, emotions, and actions. A negative thought, for instance, or an uncontrolled emotion sent out by someone with great spiritual power can be devastatingly harmful. A spiritualized person therefore acts from the viewpoint of Soul, meaning that they respect all living beings as children of God and don't get caught up in the thought patterns, emotions and social circumstances that pull us down from that viewpoint. A good rule I try to follow is to ask -- Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind? -- before I think or say anything. |
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| Water or liquid, in particular golden liquid, is a symbol I've also frequently come across in the spiritual worlds. In one experience I met a spiritual master near a stream of golden liquid. He stepped into it and told me to follow him. As I did so I found I sank into the fluid only up to what I thought of as my ankles. We walked on the liquid along the course of the stream until we arrived at a vast, golden lake where the "water" cascaded into the worlds below in a great cataract. Above the lake the sky shone like a uniform, purple-gold cloud cover. The master graciously allowed me to bathe in the lake for a while. In my memory it felt indescribably wonderful, like no bath I'd ever had on earth. |
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| As the master and I continued our journey through the spiritual worlds by walking on the golden liquid, the surroundings became ever lighter and clearer. I could distinctly hear the sounds of the higher planes as we moved through them. (Paul Twitchell denotes them as follows: Alakh Lok (Wind), Alaya Lok (Humming Sound), Hukikat Lok (Thousand Violins), Agam Lok (Music of the Woodwinds), Anami Lok (HU). These sounds are earthly approximations, of course, but I've found them fairly accurate.) |
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First I heard the sound of the wind. It was like listening to a distant arctic gale, with gusts of heavy wind whipping over the tops of snow covered mountains. Next came the heavy, throbbing hum I had encountered at the whirlpool of clouds. Following that, the sound described as a thousand violins presented itself as a deep, harmonious strumming, almost like a thousand cellos playing behind a cascading waterfall. It was very powerful and uplifting, yet also very subtle. |
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| faint sun. The master took me by the hand and led me forward. We walked on the clouds towards the light, and as we drew closer it became brighter and larger until it resembled a gigantic rising sun. The sound audible here was a continuous HUUUU, as if the word were sung by a million voice choir. It was the sound of the Anami Lok, the highest of the spiritual worlds and the "bottom," so to speak, of the God plane. A further explanation of this light or "sun" is given on the next page, the God plane page. |
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