In Klyde's words.....

.....as I myself was meditating for a week on what I wanted to say here..... or if I wanted to say anything at all beyond linking to her work... I had then, 2 vivid dreams... 

 

The first dream was watching the continents rearrange. Globally. A super continent shifting, time and again. I was, in this dreamscape, shuffling through the presentations of the continents as I observed the rise and fall of prior human civilizations...... A day later Jackie presented to me some of her own reflective work involving Pangea. How often have any, out there reading, dreamt of Pangea?? Moreover, how often has any then following that dream, been approached by their friends or otherwise to discuss the super continent in any capacity?.. Surely some will choose to write this off as a coincidence, but let us move on for now... and I will return to the second dream later...

 

....... when I met Jackie, she was contending with a lot, that much was clear. But what struck me, was the recognition of something very familiar. It was that inability to surmise something that someone knows is actually happening, yet the individual themselves isn't even sure of how to frame or present it. Not for fear they won't be believed but because they themselves know there are no appropriate words to convey it with suitable accuracy. A feeling I know, personally, all too well.

 

Coming into contact with something beyond our comprehension imparts a certain disposition. A mojo that can't be faked. The desire to be understood on a level, proving to be painfully challenging, in most forums that rely on common language, and the inherent limitations thereof. That passion, often tempered to philosophy, to disclose perspectives yet named, breeds an authenticity as rare as the individuated soul from whence it's bred. This matter of maturation is akin to the natural diamond, unearthed. A being polished to sparkling harmony of energy, action and word. 

 

Long ago, over 2 decades now, I had my first encounter with someone who had sincere psychic capabilities. That woman changed my life in very meaningful ways. Or at the very least, she changed my perspectives on living (and dying) to an extent I became destinally shifted. From believing strictly in what I knew was utterly solid, to knowing that not only was the spiritual side of life real, prominent, and effectual... but that my own path would be wrought with the ethereal. 

 

The thing about the supernatural is that, upon immersion, gratitude floods the being in question. Grace is adapted thusly, in lieu of recognition that the natural is laden with the "super". The seeker who once sought the enchanted is, in karmic equivalence, now the high value observer. These are the, unmistakable, initiated eyes of those who've been around the proverbial block. 

 

So perhaps, lesser so do I see the contemporary term the "hitch hiker effect" being appropriate as I do "the eager teacher". For if you were paranormality, would you not go to where one has built the classroom filled with healthy students? I digress....

 

I grew to know an amazing human being back then. A true adept. One who could do more than simply see beyond the veil, but interact with it in personal ways. To be around her changed the air. It made it so what seemed relatively unbelievable to most, inched its way to plausible. Such experiences, as are had in the presence of one who touches that subtle, but profound, layer of reality, can't be put into words any easier than what it is that lay beyond. 

 

I spent years of varying engagement with this woman, traveling to haunted locals and researching what was behind what she saw. More than ample exploration to prove to me personally, beyond shadow of doubt, that, far removed from prosaic explanation, existed a certain magic in the shared frequential experience with one such as she was. She would, at times, know my dreams upon my waking, where I was (before cell phones made that quite so simple), but most astounding of all... she saw the ebb and flow of the energetic and disembodied along with their unseen waltz in step with the material abound and about me. 

 

Of all this however, the true hallmark of those who have far more business with the unseen than a brush with the beyond generally antagonizes (in most), is an unwavering compassion. That compassion, a complex intellectual/emotional state to begin with, integrated in the identity that accompanies the initiated with a talent for mediumship, is undeniable. For one need not spend very long in their company to experience the synchronic happenings that inevitably (and often rapidly) ensue, without exception. 

 

The modern day mystic, whether practiced to a level of mastery or raw and unrefined, cannot be impersonated in my experience. As surely as I've been fortunate enough to connect in that narrow margin for magic, I've been graciously endowed with unrivaled inspiration in the form of ideas, glistening concepts, and the type of psychical succulence that the artist in us thirsts for. That is why, for upon their gracious inspiration, there can be no saccharin substitutes.  

 

Jackie is, to me, one of these individuals whose connectivity and understanding of the phenomenal is of such a harmonic and peaceful profile, the invitation to break through individuation, shed superstition, and cut to the chase of maturation, that it is indeed her blessing. Meaning, her story and purpose isn't compelling because of what happened and when.... not because of what she saw or didn't... it's not a matter of a case or sighting with Jackie but instead her ongoing meticulous and meditative charge to better understand what the phenomenal itself needs to meet the human family in peace and prosperity AND the fact that she can, does and is willing to, lend that freely..... Understanding what it is they are trying to tell us... the byproduct of that isn't just an astounding tale of which, I am positively vetting she has, but not unlike myself and friends here at MK, her blossoming purpose and interaction is an ongoing dialog. Her art, through the modalities and methodologies she has developed and shared, is painting insight of the phenomenal in the minds her work connects with, which, to the discerning, is an absolute treasure. 

 

All that is to say, it is with great esteem and humility I scribe this. A forward for a woman I believe to be nothing short of modern day mystic in her own right. Someone who, long before I reference as part of my good vibe tribe, I would call a fellow teacher and comrade in harmony. 

 

So about that second dream......

 

The second dream was a part of an intentional lucid dream exercise I've been reliably achieving success with. In the dream, I am struggling to keep pace with a woman ascending a spiral until we are up in the sky and she is excitingly talking about neutrinos. I woke startled as it got riveting and think to myself "... I don't even know what a neutrino is... how did that get in there?"

 

Lo and behold, to follow I had a reply that came WHILE I was in the lucid dream state mentioning neutrinos. Again, I pose the query of how often does one find themselves both dreaming of and discussing such things? I am, by day, but a simple tattoo artist so supercontinents and neutrino talk tends to stand out. 

 

All I simply have to say about that is, down to the tiniest of particles, it is the synchronically paved path that proves the directive and course of the universe... But the universe's language, spoken in synchronicity, requires a minimum of 4 ears to hear... The Yogi, and virtually all pan-eastern faithfuls, dedicate their spiritual lives to finding this path.... However, for and with some, the way emerges, rather than demanding to be found. 

 

Thank you for reading and please, journey forth conscientiously aware that contact is not all about things that go bump in the night or classical spectres. That is the lore alongside the superstition we need to place aside to meet our guests in light and love. As students of the phenomenal, may we all evolve in harmony hand in hand with forward thinking pioneers of ethical disclosure, meeting in geometric and precise perfect timing for our synchronic high five.... And thank Jackie and Aleric for helping us get there. 

 

                                                    -- Can a forward come at the end?... Sure! Anything is possible!

                                                                                                                                                 Klyde Chroma