My third eye, which could also be phrased as my imaginative consciousness, gateway to astral and higher consciousness has never been particularly good.  It is actually often at the point where I rarely remember dreams, and where I get the sense in the morning that I didn’t dream at all.  In my youth I was avid about opening my inner eye, and made quite a bit of progress.  Since I’ve been away from my practice for several years, it’s gotten all rusty again.

It’s always been a point of frustration for me, though it hasn’t kept me totally from powerful trance and energy work.  When my Ajna is open, even when the sight is blurry or shadowed, it only serves to amplify my other work.

Along with regular meditation on chakra opening, I am working to understand the pervasive injury to my imaginative mind.  I know a lot is rooted in psychological trauma, and that when my eye has been open I lay very prone to terrible vivid nightmares, or vivid flashbacks.  My last time around with third eye wakefulness was in 2007 when I began to realize my life was not in order.  The dreams and visions hounded me until I made major changes.

While my mind has difficulty with colorful imagined fantasy, I have no problem with being present focus.  A series of internal driven meditations I do connect well with self examination to archetypes, seeing the connections between people, sensing essence, and it’s flow throughout life.  I guess combined with the at times terrible force of imagination it makes sense to feel a little overwhelmed.

Perhaps I fear another shaking of my world, though I honestly doubt that, not in terms of anything around me that really matters.  The only life change I fear at this time is one of daytime careers.  The internal change though, the tearing of walls, and the terror stowed behind them, is a different story.  Life without some of those trappings, even if it is a life improved is yet another.

The answer of what to sacrifice at first harvest was fear, and I have no doubt that this is going to be a journey.