Quanta, my magical autistic soul friend
“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 beholds 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 all barriers of time, convention, philosophy and definition. When you are blessed with an anam cara, 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, small, beautiful, childish, but powerful. Long, thick, black wavy hair flows down his slim torso. Instantly, I feel a kinship; I feel like she is my Anam Cara. Neither the first nor the last, but an endearing, sacred and eternal friend of the soul. How much is her name?
Uncomfortable in her body, it is difficult for Quanta to contain her restless soul within 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, without a graspable destination. His wild body glides aimlessly like an untethered kite responding to the wind, drifting aimlessly, aroused by pleasure, sometimes fleeing from pain. What is he thinking, or is he thinking at all? Who is this impalpable beauty with a copious 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 capacity of comprehension. Her body doesn’t usually respond to overt instructions from her brain. However, her lack of volitional maneuvering does not significantly affect automatic movements, which are fluid by comparison. As much as 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 in silence, cut off from our ordinary perceptual world. She’s happy? What is she thinking of her? Could I be as puzzling to her as she is to me? Is she the typical young woman trapped in a disobedient body? I suppose that, from my restricted point of view, Quanta would want her to control her impulses, control her movements, learn to communicate and make decisions. Having personally prioritized freedom and independence, I find life without the control of planned action or independent communication depressing.
Quanta offers me his hand; index finger extended, invites me to the enigmatic reality of it. “Open your heart and join.” The slippery nymph whispers, speechless. Who started the ideation? I wonder. Was it her or was it me? Stumbling often in those early days, we danced across the abyss into the warm comfort of each other’s souls, two alien beings softening our borders, trying to find common ground, tremulously traveling until the magnetic power of unification replace the doubt. Our souls tangled 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 into unknown sanctioned places. Mesmerized, I eagerly merge my heart, mind, and soul with hers in a dance of endless possibilities. This silent mystic sorceress, who dances freely between dimensions, leads me to the garden of blossoming 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. Quanta feels as comfortable with me as I do with her? Between intense soulful gazes, she often returned to an absent distance, defiant 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 out. “I am a beam of light, mixed with the air of freedom, moving quickly and repeatedly from one interdimensional plane to another. I survey life forms wherever I go.”
Funny, I wonder if I’m one of the life forms you’re looking at. “Quanta, please explain what it is like to leave your body?” I ask.
“When I am 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, perceiving multiple universes simultaneously. My perception has structure and balance. I am a part integral to creation without ego based constraints. I am independent and interdependent with all life forms that pulsate within the rhythm of nature. Being free from my body serves as an attraction that separates me from ego based traps. It is It’s fun, but it distracts me from 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 replies.
“I want to experience your reality. I need your joint attention and active listening. Please subdue your ego, so that we can circumscribe reality and merge as one. Moving in tandem, we can both benefit, building bridges to 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 them to a place of conscience, baptizing them into 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 fluid energy exchange, in an intimate dance that moves through the veil of everyday existence into a spectrum of possibilities. During active participation, our brain waves are in sync. Whether we are near or far, a web of consciousness opens up as the resonance unfolds. Once our connection occurs, the charge of light strengthens our portal. Paths grow stronger with use. In person is better, but not local also works.”
As I take a moment to absorb and analyze the content, I listen to Quanta quietly, impatiently whispering in my left ear as he continues to write.
“Stop questioning. End your need to understand. Just do as you’re told. Reading the thoughts of others is easy when each of us has the intention and pays attention to the process. Our fused communication feeds the energetic circuits, which increases the conduction 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 currents of energy connect. These mystical friends bring a more earthy loving energy. More light is why we treasure our connection with soul friends who agree to selflessly serve. 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. Mutual respect mandatory for advanced interdimensional transmissions. When the ego is ready to serve the divine, the potency increases with each contact. The purity of unencumbered thoughts is directly related to the reliability of the message. By merging souls, the heart creates the strongest magnetic pull.”
Below is Quanta’s poetic description of our “anam cara” pairing.
We are so close now. You need me and I need you. Our connection brings 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 top, we look down. You’re remembering where we went and knowing what we’ve found.
Even with Quanta’s mentorship, I have interludes of loss of faith. Inspirational messages and consciousness expansion 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 typed on my iPhone without touching it. Or my iPhone repeatedly played a downloaded podcast about telepathy or healing music. Objects disappeared, moved and reappeared frequently. These mysterious events 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 each other’s souls, we are home!