Lucid Awakenings

By Mark Thomas Basham

Welcome to the emerging paradigm that is calling humanity into balance. This book explores the connection between our seen and unseen reality. The author shares heartfelt personal stories including spontaneous shamanic journeys. These experiences occurring within the unlikely environment of a conservative childhood seemingly defy traditional western logic. Lucid Awakenings blends ancient spiritual texts, cutting edge physics, and applied sacred geometry, uniting the brilliance of our minds with the sacredness of our hearts.

Lucid Awakenings prompts readers to ask:

When was the last time I sat still and listened to my own heart?

When did I last replace a thought that brings me struggles with a thought that brings me joy?

Am I excited to wake up each morning?

If there were a human software upgrade that brought me inner peace and understanding would I download it?

If I found a door to a playground outside this 3D classroom, would I take a recess?

Do I know why I am here?

Have I ignited my passion?

Are my heart and mind working together on the same goals?

As I finish this breath, am I putting love into the next one?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Mar 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504326278

Mark Thomas Basham

Mark Basham was born in Monterey California in 1960, He lived with loving parents and three brothers in a conservative family. Mark began having non-ordinary experiences at two and a half years of age. These experiences began a heart-centered interactive relationship with non-physical realms. Mark is an artist, musician, and carpenter. He currently lives in Washington State with his wife of twenty-seven years where they raised three children. He has chosen to share these experiences now because of the tremendous opportunities and challenges present as we transition from the myth of our dominance over a fractured materialistic world into a new relationship with our deeper essence as part of an interdependent web of consciousness expressing in ever-changing forms

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-2626-1 (sc)

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Balboa Press rev. date: 02/17/2015

Contents

The Hors D’oeuvres

Unseen Rooms

No Line in the Sand

Eternal Formless Presence

Early Development

Communicating in 1977

Finding My Way

Clearing Heart Space

From the Crater’s Edge

Merging Realities

Guidance and Grace

Celebrating Separated Reality

Learning through Relationships

Good Vibrations

Be Careful What You Ask For

The Entrée

The Deep End

Old School

History of Flight

History without Makeup

The Spin Factor

Limited Information

Imagination, the Dreams Stuff is Made Of

Stranger Than Fiction

The Dessert

Your Own Heart

Approaching the Lodge

The Tide

Changing Our Minds

Recap

Nightcap

This book is dedicated

To all the brave souls exploring this physical dimension.

May our courageous hearts grow in love and strength.

May our opening minds choose from limitless possibilities.

Acknowledgments

N o amount of ink can improve the magic that holds together the blank page. A voice from beyond this womb of creation invites remembrance, not unlike the unseen wind that fills our sails but more like the pregnant stillness that wind and sea alike drink from. So it is with thankful heart I witness the pen leaving its marks on this page and gratitude for a mother who taught me to bow my head and pray before I sleep and also for a father who taught me to be curious and use my mind when awake. Please have no concern for the name I choose to call on the divine or the brand of shoes I wear to walk on this sweet earth. Perhaps I dance barefoot in silence beneath starry night, nearer still to heaven and earth while giving thanks for you who were my gateway to this wondrous place. I am grateful to you as well for my three brothers, who were my first companions in this journey. Much gratitude also to my wife, whose smile I drink from, for all her love and support, and for being the mother of three of the world’s most incredible human beings.

A well-deserved thanks here to my friend and editor Bill Kownacki, who helped keep this project real and made up for my lack of literary skills in preparation of the manuscript and to the folks at Balboa Press for coaching me through the maze of becoming an author.

Preface

I n the middle of nowhere is the cutting edge. Matter is a human concept. We live and play in nested, unified fields of energy that are constantly changing states within an unfathomable singularity, for lack of a better word. These changes follow laws of harmonic structure. The structure is ubiquitous.

The scope and intention of this work is to honor the past for its contributions while gently lifting current dualistic paradigms and belief structures into higher realms. Our hearts can experience the unity of higher dimensional states with minds that appreciate and navigate the third dimension with more clarity and less struggle.

At a time in our history where opposing forces align themselves in polarized camps, this work looks for love and miracles on the front lines. From this place within, we can go far beyond learning a few tricks in manifesting our current third-dimensional desires. We are co-creating our entire reality each moment.

The material aspect we experience is one of the least real of the dimensional states. All waveforms, whether appearing as external events or internal experiences, are intimately connected to each other. Thoughts, feelings, intentions, planetary orbits, and galactic super clusters are all sub-harmonics and overtones in one coherent wave structure.

For some time the consciousness of the average human has remained embedded in what we refer to as third-dimensional reality. Current scientific methods, although fragmented, describe in great detail the laws governing the processes of nature from this objective perspective. The observer effect, however, has inferred that maybe the objective reality is not as separate and deterministic as previously thought. The experiments get much more interesting when we include ourselves in the mix.

In this work I share firsthand experiences from such experimentation. My intention is to illuminate the fresh paradigm that is pulling our latest scientific understanding across the threshold of theory into the realms of higher-dimensional experience. Practical methods for shaping the waves we surf in our daily lives are presented alongside an understanding of how this is possible. Does the earth really go around the sun? Is the universe really expanding from a single fixed point? Why is our local cluster of galaxies part of a super cluster, which clings to the shape of an octahedral pair? How does that relate to a dodecahedral universe? What does any of this have to do with DNA or crop circles? Does any of this matter here and now in our daily lives?

Before we jump from boxcar to boxcar on a train of thought searching for an elusive theory of everything, we shall settle into a sublime stillness and experience the presence beneath all thoughts. Actions springing from deeper insights have better outcomes. I will share with you my personal spontaneous shamanic journeys that have occurred since childhood alongside Little League, Boy Scouts, and Sunday school. But the real story is not about me. It’s about all of us. It is about experiencing firsthand who we really are. This work takes us to the edge of nowhere. Be prepared to jump.

A woman I know well heard firsthand experiences of the horrors of Nazi Germany from survivors in her father’s generation, and with an anguished heart, she simply asked, Why, God? If we come from an eternal source and we return to that source, why must we go through this? Her answer came in a vision, translated roughly as follows: This path you have chosen freely, for it is in having the experience of what you are not that the realization of what you are is gained—eternal presence.

Thirteen point eight billion years of history are spread across this universe alone. It’s a complex waveform where, at least in this neighborhood, understanding is lacking. Theoretical knowledge of the space-time fabric alone will never replace the wisdom or compassion that comes from having endured such garments of flesh.

Image Index

Pioneer Plaque

Voyager

Horses through My Heart

Dodecahedral Univerce

Flower of Life

Mark with 3D Flower of Life Geometry

Fractal Triangles

Flower Math

Tree of Life

Mer Ka Ba Field/Female

Mer Ka Ba Field/Male

Seed of Life

Genesis Pattern

Unity Breath

Exodus

Flash of Creation

Critchlow Harmonics

Taro on Tree of Life Paths

Hebrew on Tree of Life Paths

Teotihuacan Avenue of the Dead

Tetrahedrons within a Sphere

Teotihuacan Pyramid

Wright Brothers’ Plane

Hydrogen Bomb

Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile

Earthrise

Lunar module

Saturn

Jupiter

Mars

Author and Wife

Dodecahedron in the park

Amplituhedron/Mer ka ba Comparison

Fractal loop

The Hors D’oeuvres

Unseen Rooms

I n the summer of 2013, my wife, Gina, and I were traveling across the island of Bali with a group of Sufis. We were in week two of the trip—a cross between a spiritual retreat and an exotic vacation. Breathing in the green Balinese countryside through the minivan windshield, while conversing with Wayan, our Balinese driver, I was happy to get out of the rush and busyness of Abud traffic and witness people in the natural rhythm of life on the fertile earth. The paved road gradually rose above the lush, green valley. Wayan pulled off the pavement near a collection of connected dwellings, perched on the descending slope that overlooked farmers in the midday sun, tending rice terraces and other crops. Wayan exited the minivan and walked toward the gate of the compound, motioning us to follow. We went down uneven steps through sunlit hallways filled with fabric samples. Then more steps, each new room having colorful fabric hanging on the walls, folded on the countertops, draping over racks.

Stepping lower into the complex, we entered a large shaded workroom. Women were working fabric looms with bare feet on wooden pedals, steady arms rocking the loom’s hand-planed, wooden swing-arms back and forth, agile fingers making minor adjustments to thread placement. After smiling at one of the weavers, I, being a carpenter, noticed the loom joinery and admired the simple but effective framework. I then noticed and enjoyed the white, yellow, and gold butterflies on a sky-blue background emerging from her loom. The woman continued her work, arms and legs in rhythm. With each raising and lowering of the main threads, a bullet-shaped bobbin shot from side to side, landing in a small wooden tray and producing a knocking sound. With a sense of ease, she adjusted and bumped each strand into position.

With the parallel threads all a neutral color and only one other thread involved, where were the butterflies coming from? I smiled at the women with a look that informed her of my curiosity and asked permission to come closer into her workspace. She gave a warm smile without missing her meditative rhythm. The bobbin landed for a brief moment on my side of the loom. A quick glance into the swinging wooden tray revealed that the thread was multicolored. With each single pass, this magic thread added color to each butterfly in exactly the right places. Hanging on the side of each loom were large loops of multicolored thread, waiting to be wound onto bobbins, put into looms, and become exquisite fabric. Another woman sitting on a low wooden stool turning a contraption made from repurposed wood and used bicycle parts was loading the next bobbin for my butterfly lady.

I looked all around the room at the various looms and patterns and smiled at the other weavers. With each pass, keen eyes and skilled hands made the tiniest adjustment to the threads’ left-right position, to place the multicolored strand into perfect alignment before it was bumped tight into its final resting place by the backward motion of the swing arms.

Nothing I saw answered the question burning in my mind: Where did the hundreds of meters of looped threads get their colors in just the right places to form butterflies? I left the workroom not knowing the answer. Up the stairs and through a series of interconnected showrooms I marveled at all the intricate designs adorning every nook and cranny. But still no answer. Emerging onto a sunlit balcony patio overlooking the rice fields, I saw the artisans at work. Natural white thread was wrapped onto stretcher boards in groups of vertical loops. Patient artists were tying plastic wrappers around the loops in strategic locations to shield the threads from the bright-colored dyes that were hand-applied by brush. Racks of stained threads dried in the sun before being cut loose and making the journey into the lower workroom. At last I had discovered how the threads had gotten their colors in just the right places. It all happened here in the higher rooms.

In this moment I realized a strange parallel between this weaving complex and my life’s journey. What shows up as experiences in this space-time fabric as my 3D reality appears to have design work being done in higher realms or other rooms. The direct encounters I have had in these other dimensions have been brief but left lasting impressions, altering the way I perceive this reality.

Born in the United States in the latter half of the twentieth century, I was immersed in belief systems that were strange and contradictory to my inner experiences. In church we learned that God was out there somewhere in a place called heaven. If I was good, I could go there after I die.

Although general relativity had been around for many decades and quantum mechanics was taught at the university level, our Western society for the most part was entrenched in a mechanistic view of reality where what you see is what you get. Talk of fourth- or fifth-dimensional experiences would win you a trip to the psych ward and maybe electroshock treatment. Even mathematicians playing with multidimensional theories to unify irreconcilable differences between relativity and quantum mechanics were just playing with columns of numbers. There couldn’t really be other dimensions, or could there be?

From an early age I have been balancing my outer life, learning the nuances of this strange culture I was born into, with my inner life of spontaneous shamanic journeys, higher-dimensional beings, and unexplainable coincidences.

This 3D world, however persistent, seemed less real than the higher-dimensional excursions and the ecstatic sensations that accompanied such experiences. The 3D fabric that appeared to be solid in the moment would never tell the whole story.

At some point in high school, I realized that the most important elements of reality dearest to my heart were completely missing or deliberately overlooked in every aspect of our system.

In my psychology class, I offered to show that the mind was not merely a biological function of the body by demonstrating astral travel with a blindfold and a deck of cards. I was informed that this kind of thing was not acceptable. I would have failed the class, but my song lyrics I turned in for my final paper made the teacher cry.

I was also flunking woodshop for not making the required wooden bowl. I was busy finishing the abalone and mother of pearl inlays in the hollow-body Les Paul guitar I built from scratch.

There was definitely a missing piece of the puzzle, and I made a vow to find it. For the next thirty-six years, my inner teachers showed me the way one step at a time and led me to the outer experiences that reinforced their teachings.

While others have used mental will, creating theories and laws to conquer the 3D reality, I have learned through nonordinary experiences the qualities of openness and humility, and I have learned to expect and rely on miracles that defy any logical explanation. My skill or lack thereof is at least partially responsible for the way the fabric of my 3D life is