Introduction to Documented Visions
Every documented Vision whether consciously mediated (Meditative Visions) or spontaneous (Spark Visions), unless otherwise noted, begin with what I have personally named as “Irises.”
Irises are the main structures that I see (visible in/with my so-called “Mind’s Eye”) during the transitional period between the point of having a generally blank mind and the point when the actual “Visions” occur. In the pitch-black darkness (of the mental viewing-frame / field of vision) appears the first Iris in a manner like a film’s “fade-in.” An Iris usually has the general shape of, well, the Iris of your eye; hence the reason I named them as such. It is circular with a hole in the middle; like an average doughnut. Beyond its outer perimeter is the original blackness. Within the hole is different however. The space within is even darker; inexplicably so. It is as though it has an infinite depth of absolute nothingness where not even darkness exists; more-or-less beyond explanation as I said. The only things within that empty hole are multiple small (very short) protrusions (or bumps / distortions in shape) from the inner perimeter of the Iris’s circle. While the inner is commonly imperfect with these polyp-like extensions, the outer perimeter is, the majority of the time, virtually perfect; the Platonic “Idea” (not to be confused with “ideal”) of a circle (i.e. a Pythagorean pristine circle’s edge). The meat of the Iris per-say (i.e. the thickness/width between the inner & outer perimeters) is of varying color. However, it usually has the color of the setting Sun; a bright pastel mixture of yellows & oranges. The coloring is not uniform (homogeneous) throughout. When it comes to the Iris’ look texture-wise, it is another part of its appearance which is extremely difficult to explain. It is as though it is made out of liquid fire; yes, liquid fire. Not molten like lava, but rather more fluid like chicken broth or something like that. It is like its substance is internally in perpetual motion, though not like running water. The internal flowing is not in a mono-directional circular motion, nor in a few currents, but instead seems as though there are many small volumes all moving in unique & changing directions and intertwine with others; so many so that following a single volume’s path would be virtually impossible.
During this transitional period, there are many successive Irises. Normally, the original will, at an average pace, come towards (closer to) my mind’s eyeball so-to-speak; thus giving the illusion of growth. While that Iris comes towards me, in the center (more-or-less) of its empty void (hole) a virtual speck appears in its distant depths. The speck, heading in the same direction, becomes visually larger & clearer as it gets closer. It looks like a growing circular blob made of the same substance as the Iris. As it gets closer, it becomes clear that it is another Iris (its center being discernible). The original (preceding) Iris has usually vanished (faded-out) at the point the new (incoming) Iris is close/large enough to notice its central hole. This second Iris continues its incoming path until another comes into view within its center. One by one (mainly), they keep on showing up, coming forth & fading out.
As the transitional period progresses, the conga-line of Irises (per-say) usually becomes steadily faster & faster. During this throttle increase, the ending Irises (those which fade away nearby) disappear at closer & closer locations in regards to the Iris of my Self. However, the closer they end & the faster they come, it is increasingly difficult to “hold.” I mean that allowing the continuation of this process becomes more & more difficult, usually requiring greater concentration. Many times, holding it together (i.e. keeping the progression moving forward) results in several of the following: headache, heart palpitations, sweating, muscle tremors & straining causing pain or soreness, tearing, cold-chills, tingling sensations in the face, fingers, toes or limbs, etc. (Sometimes, when multiple of these consequences happen simultaneously, it is likened onto a sense of dying –to such an extent that an irrational & uncontrollable fear of death forces me to end the process.)
Then, virtually without warning, a preceding Iris will stop in its tracks and a new Iris does not appear within. (Many times the straining concentration is no longer needed at this moment; like a large sigh of relief.) When this sole Iris remains in-place, it marks the point for the start of the Visions. Like a window, or rather a viewing-glass (monocular), the Visions are through the stagnant Iris. There is distance between me & the window (per-say) and further distance from the window to what’s been seen as the Vision. Thus, the resolution is not as great as I would desire.