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One of my students asked me how my third eye opened. This is the story.
In the early ‘80s, I spent my summers working at Grand Canyon National Park. My roommate was a theater costume design major named Carla. We were both friends of the movie projectionist, Michael, who played movies for the small community movie house. Carla also worked there a few nights a week. We all loved film and in the midst of our conversations we’d discuss our astrological charts with Michael who also was an astrologer.
That summer in the wee hours of the night, panoramic movies would flash in my third eye: sweeping scenes of wagon trails and horses, knights in armor gathered on distant hills, castles overlooking green valleys. The inner movies were epics with vast horizons. Some of these images rustling in the night were like moving shadows with only specs of color.
I was mesmerized by these internal movies, but there was no button to push rewind, stop or play that I could find. I traveled in the night through the images of my third eye and I was entertained, yet the meaning of these images mystified me.
Carla and I didn’t return to the canyon to work the following summer. I did receive a gift from her for my next birthday, however – a box with a crystal ball inside. I never really used the crystal ball for scrying or crystal ball gazing, because my dreams and my third eye – my inner crystal ball – were already giving me glimpses of the future. Read more