Sunstone, I want to share something that happened to me shortly after the lunar eclipse on the Solstice in December 2010. I am interested in your opinion and the opinions of anyone else who is interested in giving it.
But first, a little bit about me. I am 40, married, no children. I am a Christian gnostic mystic although I have much in common with mystics from all the great traditions. I am on the path of Jungian Individuation, the Bhakti path of devotion to the Great Goddess of Many Names in general and the Goddess of the Bible, Sophia, in particular. I study comparative mysticism, comparative religion, comparative mythology, and parapsychology. I have had a large number of mystical and psychic and paranormal experiences throughout my life, but the one in December takes the cake. OK. Now I'll describe the experience. The day after the lunar eclipse, I was sleeping a dreamless sleep. Something started happening.
I began to gain full conscious awareness within the dreamless sleep without waking up. I woke up without actually waking up, if that makes any sense. I was an aware, disembodied, lucid perspective within the blackness of deep sleep. The fabric of the blackness took on a whole new character. It was deep; infinitely deep and silent. It seemed to crackle with electrical energy around the rough edges of my awareness. It was beautiful and exhilarating. There were two bright glowing pulsating strobing blue round Mandalas, or "UFOs", to use modern mythological terms, that began to materialize in the blackness.
They were comprised of concentric rings of small glowing living blue spheres which flashed or strobed in unison to form different patterns. I was amazed! It was so beautiful and sublime... I think it was the efforts of the living mandalas that brought me to lucidity. I don't know how long I watched them strobe. Eventually, I began to sense that they wanted me to take an action. So I raised my soul-arm, or phantom arm, or dream-arm, or whatever it was to point to where the Mandalas or UFOs or whatever they were would be, in my field of vision, if I had been awake with my eyes open in waking. My arm looked like a thought with little lights sprinkled throughout it like stars or diamonds. It was cool! I pointed to them and sent them the thought, "that point in space is where you two would be hovering, from my perspective, if I was awake and standing up. Right there and right there. See? I'm pointing right at you. I am aware." I sensed that they acknowledged my action and thoughts.
Then they faded away and a third form began to emerge from the center of the blackness. I have a hard time describing it this third form. I can't find the words. It was outlined in a glow and was very hard to make out. I got the impression it was intelligent and powerful and Holy. I think it was God or Goddess or a Jungian archetype or something like that. But I couldn't bring the form into focus well enough to make out definite features. It was like how a shifting cloak of space and light might look in a realm of subspace and darkness. Amorphous might be a good word. Or ineffable. It was aware of me, that much I was sure of.
Time just didn't seem to register. I don't know how much time passed, if indeed the concept of time has any meaning. But I drifted back to a normal dreamless sleep for a while. Then something else happened.
It was as if I was dreaming of my bedroom in real-time. I could look around the bedroom with my dream-eyes instead of my real eyes. It was so cool! I was dreaming of it exactly as it was in the waking world, except there was a shadow form in the room. A presence made out of shadow that played a cat-and-mouse game with my awareness.
There came a point when the shadow entity was right next to my bed, near my head. Right in my face. I thought, "ah-ha! I have you now!" and I playfully shot my arm out to seize the shadow. There was only air...it disappeared. After that, I drifted back to normal dreamless sleep. I don't remember any further dreams that night.
I was altered by the whole experience. I don't know how to describe it, but I am not the same person I was. I feel different, and yet the same. For days I felt like I was getting used to being back in my body. I am feeling like I am a flower that was planted in the Garden of the Divine.
So far as I know, Student X, there are many kinds of mystical experiences. There are a few mystics who divide mystical experiences into at least two categories. In one category are "makyo" experiences. In the other category are -- for lack of any better word -- "enlightenment" experiences.
The crucial factor that is used to distinguish between these two categories of mystical experiences is that only the so called "enlightenment" experiences involve a complete and total dissolution of the perceived divide between observer and observed while awareness yet continues. All other mystical experiences are makyo.
I may be very wrong here, but from your narrative, I gather that during your experience, you were in some sense separate from the things you experienced. That is, they were not you, and you were not them.
Of course, it is very hard to describe any mystical experience, so perhaps I have misunderstood yours. But if I have understood you correctly, then I believe your experience might be called a very profound makyo experience.
Now, mystics happen to be divided into two schools of thought about the ultimate significance or importance of makyo experiences. The first school believes that those kinds of experiences can hinder us from having the other kind of experience, the so called "enlightenment" experience, if -- and it is a huge "if", Student X -- if we become attached to them.
The second school, on the other hand, recognizes the legitimacy of the first school's point, but goes further than that to claim that makyo experiences can indicate we are on the right path to an "enlightenment" experience. That is, they agree we should not become attached to them, but they also point out that they can be positive signs that we are getting somewhere, so to speak.
Does any of that help?