“According to Celtic spiritual tradition, the soul shines around the body like a luminous cloud. When you are very open, grateful and trusting, with another person, your two souls flow together. This deeply felt bond with another person means that you have found your anam cara, or ‘soul friend’. Your anam cara always contemplates your light and beauty and accepts you for who you really are. In Celtic spirituality, anam cara friendship awakens the fullness and mystery of your life. You are united in one ancient and eternal union with humanity that crosses everything. barriers of time, convention, philosophy and definition. When you are blessed with an anam face, the Irish believe that you have arrived at the most sacred place: home.” John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom. 1998
Ethereal beauty, flexible and deep eyes that penetrate my soul with each fleeting glance: slender, petite, beautiful, childish, but powerful. Long, thick, black wavy hair flows down her slim torso. Instantly, I feel a kinship; I feel that she is my Anam Cara. Neither the first nor the last, but an endearing, sacred and eternal friend of the soul. Quanta is her name.
Uncomfortable in her body, it’s hard for Quanta to contain her restless soul in the confines of her uncooperative body. Staying grounded is a chore, fleetingly present and then absent again. Like a colt, carefree and impulsive, Quanta runs off with abandon, with no destination in sight. His wild body glides aimlessly like an unleashed kite that responds to the wind, aimlessly and without direction, excited by pleasure, and other times fleeing from pain. What is he thinking, or is he thinking at all? Who is this impalpable beauty with a hearty spirit detached from his body?
Quanta does not speak or write. At least not without an energetic friend to catalyze it. However, her eyes show an undeniable intelligence, which exceeds my narrow ability to understand. Her body doesn’t usually respond to the overt instructions from her brain. However, her lack of volitional maneuvering doesn’t significantly affect auto moves, which are fluid by comparison. How much she walks, she runs and climbs, dodging obstacles.
Quanta seems to understand me on a deep intuitive level. But the simplest directive remains unanswered. It was born silently, separated from our ordinary perceptual world. She’s happy? What is she thinking? Could I be as baffling to her as she is to me? Is she your typical young woman trapped in a disobedient body? I suppose, from my restricted point of view, Quanta would want her to master her impulses, control her movements, learn to communicate and make decisions. Having personally prioritized freedom and independence, I find life without control of intended action or independent communication depressing.
Quanta offers me his hand; extended index finger, invites me into her enigmatic reality. “Open your heart and join.” The elusive nymph whispers, speechless. Who started the ideation? I wonder. Was it her or was it me? Stumbling often in those initial days, we danced across the abyss to the warm comfort of each other’s souls, two alien beings softening our borders, trying to find common ground, shimmering until the magnetic power of unification replace the doubt Our souls entangled as one. During these moments of togetherness, magic flowed.
In silence, we talk and listen, writing melodies of simultaneous knowledge. Succulent memory of lost knowledge resurrecting from the depths of the soul. But whose soul is it? I wonder. Streams of words, nuanced, dark and opaque, flow to and through us like a gentle breeze or sporadically erupt like a volcano pushing me towards unknown sanctioned places. Mesmerized, I eagerly merge my heart, mind, and soul with hers in a dance of endless possibilities. Freely dancing between dimensions, this silent mystic sorceress leads me to the Garden of Blooming Perspectives, a beautiful oasis, easily accessible, once she has shown me the way.
Where and from whom did these dream messages originate? Was it his soul, mine, or the bear’s? Was it just the two of us? Or were we both pawns in an unpredictable game orchestrated by a myriad of energetic beings clamoring for our attention? I couldn’t discern. How much feels as comfortable with me as I do with her? Between intense soulful glances, she would often return to an absent distance, challenging to read. Did Quanta even care if I was there?
I want to understand her, the process and what she needs from me. Always curious, I begin to dig deeper. Who are you, how much?
As if scolding me, she gushes. “I am a ray of light, mixed with the air of freedom, moving rapidly and repeatedly from one interdimensional plane to another. I inspect life forms wherever I go.”
Funny, I wonder if I’m one of the life forms you’re analyzing. “Quanta, please explain what it’s like to leave your body?” Asked.
“When not tied to the vibration of the earth, my vision is a gestalt of colors and frequencies moving at lightning speed from one domain to another, sensing multiple universes simultaneously. My perception has structure and balance. I am a part of creation without ego-based constraints. I am independent and interdependent with all forms of life that pulsate within the rhythm of nature. Being free of my body serves as a lure that separates me from ego-based trappings. It is fun, but distracted by playing, influencing and merging with angels, spirits and other entities of a similar vibration. It’s an interplay of love, laughter, joy, creation and guidance.”
I’m thinking that sounds like fun. Perhaps Quanta is the one with all the freedom and joy. Maybe he shouldn’t intervene. Hearing my thoughts, she responds.
“I want to experience your reality. I need your joint attention and active listening. Please subdue your ego, so we can circumscribe reality and merge as one. Moving in tandem, we can both benefit, building bridges for each other. You presence pierces me. It helps me feel connected to the vibration of the earth, and allows me the freedom to experience my human body without fear, giving me a momentary refuge from the invasion of unwanted energies. In turn, I guide you to a place of conscience, baptizing them. in wisdom. Listen shrewdly, as I guide you to places of lost memory.”
You access higher thought forms by writing with me. The same access is available through direct listening. We catalyze each other, using a fluid energetic exchange, in an intimate dance that moves through the veil of everyday existence into a spectrum of possibilities. During active participation, our brain waves become synchronized. Whether we are near or far, a web of awareness opens as the resonance unfolds. Once our connection occurs, the charge of light strengthens our portal. The paths get stronger with use. In person is better, but not local works too.”
As I take a moment to absorb and analyze the content, I listen to Quanta quietly, impatiently, whispering into my left ear as he continues to write.
“Stop questioning. End your need to understand. Just do as directed. Reading the thoughts of others is easy when each of us intends and pays attention to the process. Our fused communication feeds the energetic circuits, which increases the driving of the vibrational frequency and regulates the dream particles in organized patterns Connect your mind and your heart with mine, listen and write with me.
Many brave silent souls join you individually and collectively forming a field where energy currents connect. These mystical friends bring a more earthy loving energy. More light is the reason why we treasure our connection with soul friends, who agree to serve selflessly. Love, kindness, and empathy flourish through our etheric connection.
Every soul pair is different. Magnetic Catalysts listen and trust. They speak to our souls, and we respond. Mandatory mutual respect for advanced interdimensional transmissions. When the ego is ready to serve the divine, the power increases with each contact. The purity of unencumbered thoughts is directly related to the reliability of the message. By fusing souls, the heart creates the strongest magnetic attraction.”
Below is Quanta’s poetic description of our “anam cara” couple.
We are so close now. You need me and I need you. Our connection carries us home, fully aware that we have become closer than hummingbirds, singing each other’s songs and merging our souls as we fly. Upon reaching the summit, we look down. You are remembering where we went and knowing what we have found.
Even with Quanta’s mentoring, I have interludes of loss of faith. Inspired messages and consciousness-expanding phenomena turn me on again. The barriers in my limited thinking continue to be dismantled by displays of atypical telepathy, telekinesis, and disappearing objects. For example, on several occasions, Quanta wrote on my iPhone without touching it. Or my iPhone repeatedly turned on a downloaded podcast on telepathy or healing music. Objects disappeared, moved and reappeared frequently. These mysterious occurrences occurred whether we were together or miles apart.
Living hundreds of miles apart, Quanta and I are rarely physically together. We meet primarily through the ethers, which requires greater faith in our union. During these moments of shared inspiration, our two souls glide together, sometimes inviting others, chosen and ready to join our shared field to further our journey. I listen and write. Hopefully my non-local listening through the ethers strengthens our path. My experiences with Quanta and other soul friends suggest that when we unite our souls and reflect the souls of others, we are home!