Stefan Bauer, 43 Dorfstraße street, Dresden, Germany, is a fastidious man who enjoys nature documentaries, historical studies, and arts and crafts. One day he joined his sister Eva for a yoga class. She had been telling him about the health benefits for years, so he finally tagged along. They were among the last to arrive, so they sat in the back and spread out their yoga mats. Stefan borrowed one from the studio. The space was beautiful, there were four large white columns in the huge white room with large windows and polished hardwood floors. A sculpture of a figure with four arms, the lower body of a snake, and seven snake heads stood at the back of the room. And two small shrines, one on either side. Highest on the wall was a huge multicolored mandala.
Looking through the window he noticed a gentle snow fall had begun.
He did his best through the maneuvers of the class, but felt quite awkward and out of place.
Towards the end of the class the instructor, a woman who seemed very much at peace and focused with long wavy red hair, asked everyone to close their eyes and imagine the energy flowing into, and out from, their bodies in a circular motion. She described colors and waves of energy. She asked them to continue the visualizations, and to repeat the Sanskrit chant she would be starting as best as they could. She began the chant. Stefan closed his eyes and gave in to the moment. He repeated the words and in his mind he saw what the instructor was describing. After five minutes of this, it happened.
He was suddenly struck with something he had never experienced before and has never since. His eyes shot wide open as a vivid, bright pink and purple light shot through his body, from his stomach through his chest and out of his head in all directions. His entire body buzzing with sensations he had never felt, as if he was connected to every kind of energy that had ever existed, in all places past, present, and future. He felt as one with everything in the universe. It happened instantaneously. In a flash, like an electrical shock. He felt blown wide-open and tears streamed down his face. Not the tears of crying over a loss or sadness. Tears of joy, yes, but it was much more than that. Much deeper. It was an opening. It was pure love, pure forgiveness... an embracing of all. Slowly, he began to come back to where he was, dried his face, and collected his thoughts. When the class was over he told Eva what had happened. She was excited and curious to know more, but she had to get to work and was already late, so she couldn’t stay. He said he would wait around and ask the instructor about what he'd experienced. After the last students had left, he rolled up his yoga mat, walked up to the instructor, and told her what happened, and asked what he should do… was there something he should read? Should he come back tomorrow? Next week? He wanted to know everything. She listened, nodding her head, and finally said, simply; “That’s great, I’m glad you enjoyed the class, it happens sometimes” was her reply. Apparently it was not the life-changing moment he’d thought it was. He kept something of that day with him, but somewhat diminished. Years later he went to another yoga class with a friend, a different kind, Vinyasa Flow. He didn’t enjoy it.
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Squire has always been here. Eternal. Free, ever floating, ever searching. Initiating visitations on earth and elsewhere. Squire wishes nothing more than to understand or at least experience and connect with, as many lifeforms as possible, human and non-human. Countless unfathomable creatures dancing and crawling through fleeting moments, as they have done since the beginning of time.
Upon connection, the physical sensation shared is peculiar and unsettling, yet deeply pleasant. Something like what humans call a “religious” or “third-eye” experience. Shudders and vibrations flash quickly from the core and throughout the form, shooting outwards, reaching infinitely beyond. Beautiful, yet odd, as a dearly welcomed disintegration. A delivery and communication of primordial concepts and knowledge, but not in any language humans could understand. Symbols and sounds swirl in the maelstrom, only rarely landing to find a home. As one might imagine, these are sensations that Squire could never, and will never cease from pursuing. At the moment of connection, Squire receives a full transfer of information from those being visited. Reciprocally, Squire sends a transfer. However the majority of those being visited are only able to retain faint, bewitching refections.
Marker on paper, photographed and digitally assembled. 2250x2250 300ppi. @miresquire 1/2/23