My Journey to the Sun – a true story.

​About 15 years ago, I went spontaneously into some sort of trance state and found myself in space floating around in a bubble.
I floated around in space for a timeless amount of time (LOL) – unable to control my bubble, but extremely relaxed and surrendered, and in constant wonder for all of creation. I never saw any other people or entities during that ‘time’.
 
Then ‘one day’, I noticed myself being drawn inexorably toward the Sun, and as I looked sideways, I saw a number of other beings in their bubbles… also moving silently towards the sun.  I felt completely relaxed and peaceful about going towards the sun.
 
And then all of a sudden, I found myself merging into the light… it wasn’t hot ( or cold) …my sense of self or beingness disappeared… and I was overwhelmed by the most inexpressible, ineffable feeling of LOVE and BLISS and EXPANSION.
 
The experience lasted forever… timeless… I just knew that I was experiencing GOD/SOURCE. There was no separation between my so-called 'me' and this ever expanding experience. Wordless, inexplicable!
 
LEARNINGS

• I am now immovable in my knowingness of what God/Source is, and all I need to do is just imagine being back there and I go into bliss.
• Though some say that the Sun is a portal,  I do not believe God is the Sun – or God is in the Sun. I believe my entering into the sun was a metaphorical/symbolic way to get me to experience the Truth.
•  I now know without a skerrik of a doubt that I (my soul) is infinite… and that everything is consciousness… is love… or degrees thereof.
•  I never did fear dying, but now that feeling is cemented.

                                                 God/Source is Love is Life.
                                             Alpha and Omega

So, I wouldn’t call the experience “life-changing.” Not in the dramatic, transformational sense. I’ve walked a spiritual path for decades—no religion, just a quiet fidelity to the deeper currents beneath form. So this wasn’t a rupture. It was a remembrance.
What it offered was not something new, but something profoundly familiar. A wordless clarity. A kind of harmonic anchor. When things get noisy or dissonant, I return to that inner stillness—not as an escape, but as a home frequency. I don’t cling to the memory. I use it to realign.
Also this experience did not make me feel superior or disconnected from the Earth, from being here. I’m big on organic existence. I care deeply about this living field, even if I often feel like I don’t quite belong in its human overlay. I’ve lived a life of deep solitude. At times, that loneliness was acute. But somewhere along the path, I must have surrendered into it. I don’t really feel it anymore. It’s just there—like the backdrop hum of a quiet room. Not painful. Just part of the architecture.
That’s all. Nothing to prove, nothing to chase. Just a remembering. A resonance. Of something too vast, too simple, too silent for words.
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PS – a few years ago I found the image above that describes the beginning of the experience to a T! I was amazed that someone could depict so clearly the experience I had prior to entering the sun.
And below you can see some artistic depictions of something similar.

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