Stibal - Seven Planes of Existence: The Philosophy Behind the ThetaHealing Technique

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Text Vianna Stibal, 2016

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Storm the Gates of Heaven!

As the maelstrom of life besets me,

I kneel, my head bent.

From every direction,

From within, from without,

I am besieged by darkness.

Flooded with dark emotions,

I feel the suffering of fear, doubt and despair.

I feel the frustration of limitations.

I feel desire and love, melancholy and elation.

I feel fleeting joy and it is gone.

The realization awakens,

Of the intense anguish of mortality,

Of the light that I am, so brief and fleeting,

And of all that would extinguish my soul.

From inside comes the thunder of defiance.

Reverberating through my soul, the power builds,

And I become self-aware.

Resolute against all the forces that would assail me,

Against all the vicissitudes of the evil within and outside me,

In the heart of desolation,

Within the blackness that would consume me,

I awaken and kindle the light within.

For the first time, I can see what holds me.

My body is anchored to this Earth,

I am chained as Prometheus,

Held with invisible fetters,

Shaped by children of a lesser God.

I begin my struggle to be free,

Gnashing at my shackles,

As Fenrir the wolf.

I find the acceptance of the bitter and sweet.

From every pore of my being,

I begin to bleed,

To cry a river against the bitterness of despair,

Shedding tears of liquid resolve that wash me clean.

I search for the center, and find the equilibrium.

In the agony of life, I learn acceptance.

I surrender completely, and look up.

From my knees, I rise to my feet,

Breaking the chains of fear

With the pure energy of thought.

An explosion of blue light

Dissolves the invisible fetters,

For I fear death no more,

And beginning from within,

I become the microcosm.

All becomes clear, and I see that I stand,

Within the Vortex of life,

The Vortex that binds me and holds me to this life.

It swirls about me and above me,

A mighty pillar that leads to the sky,

And beyond, into infinity.

Gathering the power about me,

From the magic that is pure,

I roar as the power builds,

Against time, against death, against fear and despair,

Making them an illusion.

I will escape.

I will be free.

I will become

A being of the combined elements,

I will become

The Philosophers Stone, the macrocosm,

I will become

The phoenix from the ashes,

Ascending from this corporal prison,

Screaming the name of the Creator,

Coursing with the power of divinity,

Suffused with illumination,

Rising as a storm toward the cosmos,

To assail the Gates of Heaven!

I will storm the Gates of Heaven.

Without hope, I will charge the Gates,

To break myself upon them,

To spend the essence of my soul,

To witness them fall before me,

Or let every atom of my being explode in the endeavor,

To break free from karma,

Or cease to exist, and be no more.

Armed with the Spear of my Belief,

I ascend beyond the universe,

Through radiances immeasurable,

To reach a barrier of color and vibration

That seeks to bar my way.

But I will not be denied!

I will become the Planes of Existence!

Each plane becomes integrated within me,

And with the power of thought,

I will speak the Word to the universe,

The Word that becomes an intonation,

The intonation, a pulsation of sound,

A frequency so powerful it cannot be denied,

The force expanding as it assails the Gates,

With the power of a thousand exploding stars.

The timeless Gates begin to vibrate and shriek,

And explode in a burst of golden light.

Then comes the vibration,

The intonation of divine sound,

Coming from the heart of heaven,

The voice of a multitude of angels,

Becoming the very voice of God,

Rushing toward me and I toward it,

Speaking with one voice, one query.

In tears of joy,

In exultation,

I open to the question:

Child of man,

Is there resolve within you,

To go beyond the Gates of Heaven,

To touch the face of God,

And step beyond, to be as one,

With the Creator of All That Is?

Here, then, is what you seek!

Hearken, and greet the All That Is!

Open yourself, little spark of God,

And know divinity!

Welcome to the Creator of All That Is.

I rise into a brilliant pearlescent pillar of light,

That encompasses me,

That makes me complete, whole.

I become light,

No longer separate from Creation,

But becoming Creation itself.

GUY STIBAL, DECEMBER 2006

We are all looking for the Gates to Heaven. Whether we are rich or poor, agnostic or religious, deep in our heart we all hope they exist a portal to a life beyond this one, to a higher consciousness and, for those who believe, to God.