Densities feel like lifetimes or experiences in other realms. They often feel mythic in subject or proportion. They contribute to the basic underlying issues that surface and get played out over and our in our lives. They are like foundational themes that colour our whole experience of life and the conditions of our existence. Whether we loved or loathed an experience is irrelevant: we base underlying core beliefs, attitudes, reactions and perceptions around it and the results here are not beneficial.
When the energy held in a “density” is released, we experience a profound experiential shift. This intense “before and after” realisation opens us to a whole new sense of freedom and of self actualisation.

Densities are like “other realms”

Densities are realms of paradox, contradiction, conundrum, and fixity where there is no choice and no change. They seem like other worlds, or universes. When you first attune to them they can feel like lifetimes or creations that came long before this one. But as linear time is simply a useful framework we created so that we can make sense of our experience here, and there is really no time when we move outside our sequential event construct, they are “out of time”. They are constantly ongoing, past, present and future – like a movie on a time loop. They can be a simple stasis situation that we are stuck in and constantly experiencing, or they can hold an involved story. For me they are like watching a short film unfold, and as I "tell story" the information and the energy is freed completely and integrated. This provides the profound feeling of "healing".

The issues created in densities are unresolvable in that realm.

Densities are experiential realms in which we have a fixed experience in which there is no change and no choice. The central theme plays out constantly, or over and over. [Like Sisyphus having to roll the rock up the hill for all eternity]. The experience is always eternal and extreme, whether torturous or sublime, often archetypal or mythological and can involve excruciating, unresolvable conundrum and paradoxes.

Densities describe “subliminal issues” in our lives. They provide the negative foundations, the cornerstones, we build our lives on. We actually do peripherally realise that we act out of the underlying belief system they create, but are so identified with it that we can’t “see” it. We resist the knowing as it’s too painful to be confronted by our entrapment in the unredeemable and irresolvable. We don’t question the “density assumptions” that we run, so they form locked in core energy patterns. They can affect us mentally, emotionally or physically and clearing them helps us to :heal" and to change. We can only diffuse them by becoming conscious of them.

The energy “trapped” in the densities feeds and colours our whole experience here. They appear to underlie many of our most stubborn issues, as if our lives are “templated” on the experiences we are having there. [Remember if there’s actually no time, then all experience is concurrent. This experience is only the centre of all the others. Experiences outside of this HERE & NOW only exist to inform this one, which itself is actually "not real" either! That's another paradox for you to come to terms with!] A density experience provides a THEME for a lifetime, and we tap into many densities as we construct our lives and belief systems. We are to all intents and purposes trapped in them energetically. We play them out – over and over.

The situations are often extremely bizarre, or very mundane and ‘unusual’ at the same time. The things that happen there are not possible here in this reality. What happens in the densities is absolutely impossible here: the stories are like amazing, myths and absurd fairy tales. If not for these and other “reality” and time based mismatches, could sometimes be taken for snippets from ‘past’ lives, but they feel different.

The densities may seem to be of a “higher” or ”lower” order, although most are uncomfortable to say the least, but I don’t believe this to be a very useful description as it suggests that some densities may be more intrinsically beneficial or “better” than others. They all just “are”, and are perhaps necessary to us so that we can have various basic experiences from which to choose as we create our experience in this realm of apparent freewill* [see Actualised Free Will].  Our experience NOW in this 3D universe, the universe of manipulable matter, is the pinnacle of all our experiences, and is apparently contributed to, and shaped by, our experiences in other realms, dimensions and lifetimes.

We have been able to access and clear energies held deep in our bodies and emotional fields for some time now, whether we remember the experiences first hand or they are accessed and cleared with the help or intercession of ‘healers' "Healer" is term  we use to describe those who have access to the appropriate vibrational resonances to assist us in the integration of resisted memories and experiences. [If you've invented a term more appropriate than "facilitator", please share it!] Obviously, the stuff that feels good we mostly accept and integrate easily; it’s the stuff we resist, deny & repress that “solidifies”.

As our individual and collective vibration rises we seem to be going deeper into the matrix of our experience to resolve our issues faster and more effectively.  Every time we integrate or “undo” a density experience, we clear many layers of our illusory constructed realities and their emotional belief base.

I feel that we have chosen to have density experiences in part to learn how negativity can be consciously redeemed in the human experience; and that we bring the underlying energy of them through into our lives here in order to learn further, and to resolve the negativity that arises from our experience of them. The redemption of any negativity leads to the expansion of joy, and learning to expand joy through this interplay of contrasting experiences seems to be a major theme at least at this level in this Universe.

The densities seem to have only begun to be accessible to us fairly recently, as a result of the rising vibration on the planet. We are coming into conscious awareness of more and more that was previously hidden "behind the veils", as we progressively integrate our physical, etheric, mental and emotional bodies to a single "lighter" one. It is time we all let it all go!

I have not yet heard of or met anyone else who is working in this field, so If you know of anyone I would be delighted with an introduction!

Examples of "Density" Stories

I tune in to a density when I'm guided that there is a density experience to be released, and I begin to receive information and impressions.
Often the stories have no apparent connection to what people say they have come to see me for, but after the telling they say that they feel like the lights have finally been turned on for them, and that this has been a telling of the story of their life, metaphorically speaking. That the density story makes absolute, perfect sense to them in light of their life experience, behaviour and patterns. People are often tearful as they hear their story  and claim the energy as their own, finally releasing the trauma of having been bound in it it all their lives. In every case the telling releases the energy completely!
These are just a few examples of the many bizarre and extraordinary tales I have connected with over the past year or so.

1. Curling Fingers
A friend asked if I could clear the energy that was making her fingers curl up into her palm, turning her right hand slowly into a closed fist. The condition was rare and untreatable except by cutting the tendons.

The vision
She was in another reality. She had a dagger in her right hand. She cut her heart out with it! Then she took the heart to her lover and gave it to him! She lived on without her heart, alone...forever and ever...
My friend gasped as I spoke of the knife in her hand. Afterwards she told me that she knew before I said so, that she had used the knife to cut her own heart out! She even felt herself doing it. She related strongly to the telling and said that this energy was still being played out in her  relationships and her feeling of being essentially "heartless", as well as in the condition in her fingers.

2. The Lake
The young woman was lost in a forest. It was absolutely forbidden - taboo - for her people to venture into the forest, and she knew she was in deep trouble. It was dense and dark. She was standing in a clearing. She had bare feet. She was surrounded on all sides by big flat bugs, seething around like giant cockroaches, but shaped more like big flat beetles. She knew she had to walk out of the forest or die where she was. She had no choice. There was nowhere clear of the creatures for her to put her feet. They made a solid carpet all around her. As she stepped she couldn't help but tread on them. As she stood on them they squished and splattered thick yellow goop all over her  lower legs. She ran in horror and as she ran she trod on many of them, killing them as she went. By the time she got free of the woods, her  lower legs were covered in thick yellow gunk the colour of the stamens of canna lilies. And like the lily pollen the stuff stung and burned

She was in agony when she finally found her way out and got back to her village. The people took one look and knew what had happened. They were horrified and very upset. They immediately took her to a lake and left her there.

She began to feel worse and worse and very weird indeed. Something was terribly wrong! Her skin burned and she hurt all over and she realised she was changing form. Agonisingly, a horn grew out of her forehead. She was shape shifting; becoming a unicorn! She thrashed about trying to find relief from the pain. She threw herself into the lake in agony. She sunk to the bottom. She could breathe there, but she was also trapped there at the bottom of the lake, forever.

She gazed longingly up at the sky, at the world she was banished from. She missed the warmth of the sun, and the freshness of the breeze, and the colours of the flowers and trees. She missed the freedom and the variety; she missed her people and her village; she missed her life. Oh how she wanted it back. Sometimes people came to the lake to drink and collect water and they looked into the depths and didn't acknowledge her, as if she was dead to them. She could see them, but never again could she be one of them. She had transgressed, broken the rules. She was outcast, alone, a monster destined forever to gaze at the world she came from: the world above the water that she could never be part of again .

This woman was still playing out this story in her life. She felt stuck, alienated, lost, abandoned, wronged, ostracised, and at fault; somehow monstrous, like a changeling: not quite human. She felt like an onlooker in life and was always terrified of being found out and somehow banished. She always followed the rules and was bound up in doing "the right thing" and concerned about what people thought of her. She also had a phobia of bugs and hated unicorns!

After the telling, she felt freed from all that for the first time in her life.

3. The chosen one

She was young and beautiful and very bright. She was the best in the land. She was chosen by her people to be their princess. To be the one who was honoured and loved and adored and paid homage to. It was a service that had to be done. She had no choice. If she refused she would be killed. 

Every day thousands of people filed past, adoring her and paying tribute. She got very bored very quickly. She could neither speak, nor eat, nor drink; she could only stand there, frozen in place, eyes open, gazing at the passers by. She was literally frozen as a statue. She had been completely encased at the centre of a small a glass mountain. She was embedded in the glass, ageless and on show  forever. Or until she willed herself to death. Then another would be chosen to replace her.
She put up with it for a long time, fearing to die. Eventually she could stand it no longer and she left her body...

This woman had felt very unhappy and very stuck. She still felt trapped by the people who loved her and the circumstances of her life, and unable to do anything to change it. She felt destined to serve them without rest. She felt powerless to change her circumstances and sometimes thought she might just die of it. That death would be her only escape.

4. The swimmer

She was in the sea swimming toward an island. She swam and swam but the tide was against her and she could not make any headway. Always the island stayed the same distance in front of her. She looked back at where she had come from. It was the same distance as the island. If she went back she'd die. If she kept swimming she'd die. If she stopped swimming she'd die.
There were other islands she hadn't noticed...

She was till swimming in this life.... she hadn't looked around to see the other islands; to realise that she could simply swim with the tide to a different island and rest, then swim to the next, then to the next, and so on, till she came to one she wanted to stay on!

5. The rocks

She was on a flat expanse, like a desert. It was a white expanse. The only visible things as far as the eye could see were smooth, round rocks sticking up like small islands. She was standing on one of them. The rocks were all the same. The view was uninspiring. She was tired and hungry and bored. Very bored. She was standing on the rock "to make a difference". It was like a job, a role she'd been given. It was her job to stand there "to make a difference"... it was tradition; it came from a belief that doing it would make a difference. To what was lost in the mists of time...

She was still doing it... she hadn't realised that the only thing that would actually make a difference was to get off it!

6. The mother and his lover [to be continued...]

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