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The Source
What it might be like on the other side.
Through dreams, meditations and psychedelic journeys, I’ve gotten a sense of where we go after we die. We transition as energy bundles with differing vibrational frequencies, ultimately returning to the Source. This Source is comparable to Carl Jung’s collective unconscious, the repository of all thoughts, memories, experiences, and dreams of human and non-human civilizations.
Moving in the Source feels like being fully lucid in a vivid dream. The Source is immense, encompassing countless terrains, landscapes, and a multitude of conscious beings. It’s neither night nor day here. The light is unlike anything on Earth; soft, dreamlike, with a rosy, peachy hue, like an endless twilight. The light here reminds me of some place I knew very well. It’s the light of a long time ago somewhere far far away. The light of my true home perhaps? A gentler feeling pervades this place. Within the Source, we’re in harmony with all creation and our Creator — we finally release our striving, and we surrender. A sweet sadness overcomes us, to which we finally succumb. We allow ourselves to dissolve, merging with nothingness and everythingness.
The wisdom traditions and ancient mystery schools have long known about the existence of the Source. There are other names for it: the afterlife, the quantum plenum, the cosmic soup, the ethereal plane, the…
