Stepping into a painting in the astral

I visited a kind of royal and prestigious mansion in the astral; I was more invited there than anything. In one of its rooms I sat with a few other spiritual teachers and guides. One of them was questioning me on various spiritual topics, but on the level of the intellect. He was very skeptical, always frowning, as if he had already made up his mind about me before really hearing me out. I just smiled and politely answered his questions.

In that room were five large framed paintings, hung on a wall, with a large semicircular sofa facing them, where we all sat. Each was a kind of abstract picture of space: space clouds, supernovas, nebulas. They were really beautiful to look at.

Inside the nebula

He pointed to the picture on the far right and asked me how I would interpret it. It showed a red and orange supernova cloud, somewhere in the depths of the galaxy. As I kept looking, I entered the scene of the painting. It turned into a truly vivid and alive dimensional world, and I was literally in space, seeing the power and magnitude of this enormous nebula, moving and spinning. I could feel its electricity all around me. I was the size of an ant beside it; it seemed to be the size of the Earth.

What was even more peculiar was that I was still sitting on the sofa at the same time. I could shift my focus between the sofa and the painting at will, whenever I wanted, or be in both at once, and tune out of either if I wanted to. I was sharply aware of myself on the sofa, and of being within the scene of the picture.

What I said

I can’t remember exactly what I answered, because it came as a moment of spontaneous inspiration, an epiphany inside that all-encompassing experience. It was something like this: the movement of life only begins when we are totally surrendered to the power of being grounded in our experience from moment to moment, and the magnitude of the force with which we can progress in life depends on how much we can surrender to being grounded in our experience.

I know that sounds abstract, but the scene was abstract in itself, and it made complete sense to me while I was looking at it. I had no doubt in my mind about what I was saying. You really have to be in that dimension of consciousness. The painting was like a portal to it. I also thought that this is what our chakras could look like, from the microcosmic to the macrocosmic. The man who had asked me looked as confused as ever, but the others in the room were smiling at me knowingly.

Paintings as portals

In the physical, artists have their canvas, and people go to museums to appreciate their work. If someone senses a painting properly, they can connect to the dimension of consciousness of the artist, and sense where the artist was coming from. So it made me wonder whether a highly talented astral artist had created these pictures. An astral painting would have required more from the artist than physical paints. As he painted, he would have had to formulate and express the right, powerful mental and emotional forces onto the canvas. Or could it have been a portal connected to a real place in the universe? It certainly felt like it when I went into it.

It was like seeing what virtual reality might be like a hundred years from now. Perhaps paintings like these will be in museums one day, where people have these experiences simply by focusing on them.

Watch the talk on YouTubeVisiting Space, Immersive Paintings & Aurora Borealis (Astral Journal)