Just for fun — and because I instinctively knew that I would get a good laugh, I did a Google search for a definition of a wormhole. This is what I found:
Definition of a wormhole (Wikipedia):
“A wormhole (or Einstein–Rosen bridge) is a speculative structure linking disparate points in spacetime, and is based on a special solution of the Einstein field equations solved using a Jacobian matrix and determinant. A wormhole can be visualized as a tunnel with two ends, each at separate points in spacetime (i.e., different locations or different points of time). More precisely it is a transcendental bijection of the spacetime continuum, an asymptotic projection of the Calabi–Yau manifold manifesting itself in Anti-de Sitter space.”
What a mouthful! I really got more than I expected!
Wormholes are portals — you pass through and you end up somewhere else. When it comes to portals to ‘the other side’, you don’t have to look for them or even believe that they exist. All you need to do is withdraw your attention from our three-dimensional world and place it on some area you wish to visit on the inner dimensions. Of course, this is easier said than done! I should also point out that you cannot take your physical body through this type of portal, because of the body’s dense composition and low vibratory rate.
An example of this type of portal is often described by those who have had a NDE (near death experience) as being a dark tunnel with a light at the other end which gets bigger and bigger as you pass through it (the tunnel, that is).
On this particular night I was in for a big surprise — a visit, ostensibly arranged by my ‘spirit guide’, to a grand temple on the other side.
If I only had developed a finer inner vibration by this time, that is, been more spiritually developed or advanced. Then passing through the portal to get to this inner temple would have been so much easier. One moment here, the next moment at the steps of the temple. But that was not to be the case! You see, in order to travel anywhere on the inner planes, your ‘vibrations’ must match the vibration of the place you intend to visit. If they don’t, you are out of luck! That’s the way it works.
Sometimes, however, you can have your vibrations ‘adjusted’, that is, your inner body purified, even if only temporarily, to make such a visit possible. And this is precisely what happened to me on this particular occasion.
Rather than passing through a simple portal, I was thrust into some sort of ‘tube’, barely wide enough for me to fit into, head first, and pulled through it! And it wasn’t a straight tube either. It had many twists and turns and my ‘journey’ through it seemed endless! I screamed almost constantly as I was being hurled, tossed, and bounced around.
When I finally emerged at the other end, I found myself in a large reception area, loosely resembling a large, fine restaurant with many seating booths with large tables. I sat in a booth that could easily fit six. There were others present but because I was still in shock and recovering from my ordeal, it was difficult for me to process how many were in my booth or what they looked like, either that or those details were blocked from my memory. What I do remember about this reception area was that some sort of ‘treats’ on plates were being offered to everyone seated.
The next thing I knew, I was at the entrance of a very large temple, the construction of which reminded me of an ancient Egyptian temple, like the one found at Karnak in Egypt, but with rows of huge columns on either side of a large, rectangular reflective pool!
I don’t remember there being a roof since the whole area was permeated with a white light that didn’t seem to have any source. There was a feeling of calm that, up to that time in my life, I rarely experienced unless I was in a meditative state. I also got the impression that this was place of learning, although I didn’t see any books!
Standing if front of the pool I was soon approached by an elderly but very fit looking man, who looked like he could be in his sixties or seventies, and with a dark complexion like he could be of African origin. He seemed to know me or have expected my visit and looked like he was someone in charge, or perhaps he is one of the teachers?
In any case, he tried to communicate something to me, I guess maybe telepathically but I didn’t remember a thing! A curious thing was happening though. I was phasing in and out of awareness of this place. One moment I was looking at him in this very bright place, the next I was in my bed with my eyes closed and surrounded by darkness.
With an extreme effort on my part, I focused my attention on being in that place again and suddenly I was in the temple again looking at this man! And surrounded by the bright white light, columns and pool. But it didn’t last as I ‘phased’ back to being in my bedroom again, in my physical body.
Was that journey into some lofty inner dimension worth the price I had to pay, my cleansing ordeal through that ‘wormhole’? I would submit to it again in an instant! And I did — I had to pass through that ‘washing machine’ more than once in the years following that experience.
Next: Move over Harry Potter — broomsticks are not necessary in this realm!