WingMakers Transformation

[Chris1617]

This is a thread for posts relating to the WingMakers Transformation. People researching the WMM (WingMakers material) experience this in different ways. It is usually a definite and notable gradual process of changing and evolving consciousness.

In my case it occurred suddenly as a Thunderous Silence of Zen on 17 September 2001 in which I literally died to myself or experienced the metaphorical First Source Dagger of Light that "renders your self importance a decisive death." This was experienced after two-three years of keen interest and study since the material went online in 1998 culminating in two weeks of intensive research and writing all-day every day after purchasing a small library of books on world mythologies, images and symbolism as I wrote the basics of Chamber 6 Paper to make available to those others who might want to know and wish some help in coming to understand the predominant meanings within WingMakers Chamber 6 painting.

Please feel free to share your own experiences and discuss or ask respectfully about anyone else's experiences. Remember that the essential nature of the experience is indescribable and this is one reason why it has seldom been spoken of in the past; too many words just get in the way and create different images and impressions and feelings in different people. When silence becomes institutionalized though it is time for someone to say something, as long as those words are spoken in the spirit of spiritual sharing.

The following is a brief account of my experience.

In my case then, it was the Thunderous Silence of Zen. It has been given many names down the ages and has many different characteristics depending on the person. It has also been called the Transformation, though there has, unfortunately, been a lot of meaningless hype around that term.

Simply put, it is when a tremendous surge of energies completely overwhelm one and ones sense of being -- though one is perfectly conscious and not hallucinating or "seeing" anything -- cascading through the body up into the brain. It is a completely incomparable feeling and ecstatic experience in which one feels absorbed into the universal consciousness. It seems to surge with a roaring sound through the body and one experiences death -- or what one imagines death to be. You are gone, no longer there, and no longer like before. The body is there but mine felt completely hollow afterward. Like a shell; as though one is just a spirit living in a body that moves.

This is not always the sensation in daily activities, since, of course, at regular times one is demanded to focus on self as being something finite, personal, and simple for the sake of practically and efficiently interacting at work and performing duties with others.

Upon Transformation, ones ego consciousness becomes like unto a small point on an ocean of greater consciousness and it goes wherever one puts ones focus. In this sense it is the death without dying -- because your body is still actually here but the old former consciousness is not. This is mentioned in many mythologies and is sometimes referred to as the Mythic Death. By it the consciousness is changed permanently. From my experience I know there are three levels. I experienced it to the end of the second level, when it occurred. The Buddha, for example, would have experienced this to the third stage, as no doubt, did Neruda in the Ancient Arrow Book (see www.wingmakers.com).

Billy Meier might regard this as an “overshadowing by the spirit” (or words to that effect), an experience Billy has spoken of which a Figu member said my experience reminded him of when I was discussing it with him. Of course, it isn't any "thing", and Zen has long said it doesn't exist; but it certainly can be experienced and brings a level of understanding about death, consciousness and the real meanings behind many of the world's mythologies and beliefs. Because it is so difficult -- impossible -- to actually describe, mythologies often make it an anthropomorphic experience for the populace, but then misunderstandings and erroneous beliefs based on ignorance, not knowing (through experience), surface.

One of my first thoughts after the experience was, "Why don't I have some advanced scientific electronic equipment wired up to myself so that a comprehensive display of all brain activity, energy, emanations, frequencies and wavelengths, could be printed out before, during and after the experience; thus definitively documenting and recording the changes that have occurred?" I believe this will happen for someone at sometime in the not-too-distant future, and I encourage anyone researching the WM materials to utilize such equipment when it becomes available and is practicable and seen to be safe.

At a loss as what to do to record the experience I took up a pen and attempted to write something. Here is my vain attempt to capture some essence of it in words, writing immediately after the experience:

The Thunderous Silence

A force, sound and power roaring and reverberating through my being.
Wave after wave of bliss coursing through the body.

Things look different. All is changed.
Everything is both great and minute.
Everything seen as both within and without.
All is a matrix neither solid nor void.

Me too.
I am a hollow vessel.
I see the endless stretches of the universe everywhere.

Reality is both magnificent and insignificant, a joke and a job;
but I see no work:
Just the handicraft of existence woven by Creation and mankind.

How marvelous is life.
How full of significant insignificance.

The light coming from my ballpoint pen as I write this at night,
a blazing sun penetrating the darkness of the cosmos in my bedroom.
A universe before me swimming with life, as vast as all the seas of earth;
yet as static as a solitary stone at rest before my eyes on a gray and windless day.

The closest thing I have ever read to this experience in modern times is Billy Meier’s flying to a far distant galaxy and experiencing, in what appears to be the realm bypassing space that made the journey possible, a kind of bodiless feeling that due to its ecstasy almost made him weep. Billy's experience was obviously different, though if equated, would at least be the third level of the Mythic Death experience. Billy’s experience was, of course, a completely different type of experience and I would not try to classify his experience for him. I sense, however, there was some kind of similarity on some levels.

The Transformation or Thunderous Silence is an incredibly physical experience and is absolutely ecstatic. In fact it was so beyond anything I had imagined I couldn’t weep. I am sure the experience ushers in genetic changes of some kind. What changes, we will have to wait for science to tell us when it catches up with these things.

Chamber 17 painting is a pictorial representation of the transformation. For more on this and further details of my experience see my Chamber 17 Paper aka Chamber 17 essay at http://www.wingmakers.com/products2.html where you can also access Chamber 6 paper. Chamber 1 paper is a free download. Just click on the link at the bottom of the page. It will give you a general idea of what these chamber painting papers are like. John and Darlene Burges have also written some essays on a few of the paintings.

Chris