Sitting in the Lotus Blossom
by Diane Goble
In 1989 I had started to write a book about the art of conscious dying but every time I sat down to write, information that had nothing to do with that concept kept coming through. I decided to meditate to try to figure out what was going on. I started seeing strange faces arising out of the darkness and messages, like a moving LED sign with a continuous series of symbols that made no sense to me.