The Telepathy Tapes

Ok, hear me out:

Autistic kids are telepathic.

The universe is made of consciousness.

…And an American business-man-turned-mathematician reopened a 5th dimensional codex from Atlantis.

Wait, where are you going?

Just hear me out!

Ok, I’m making light of this now, but my story begins with a friend sitting alone in the dark.

For five days.

Vince told me after his “Dark Retreat” that he was “excited to remember that magic is possible.”

What did that mean? 

He went on:

“I listened to The Telepathy Tapes before the retreat, and in the darkness I remembered the power of our minds beyond our physical senses.”

I thought of George Clooney using his mind to talk to (then kill) an animal in The Men Who Stare at Goats.

Curious, I listened too — and discovered stories of autistic and non-speaking people with miraculous abilities.

My mind was BLOWN. 🤯

My Inner Skeptic was gobsmacked.

It was unable to refute the rigor of the experiments nor the consistency of decades of experience and research.

And telepathy was “just the tip of the iceberg.”

By the end, my materialist worldview was dissolved in tears of wonder.

And my own spiritual experiences had finally merged with my fundamental understanding of reality.

[Psst… This is where I encourage you to listen to The Telepathy Tapes 📼 ]

But hold on, because this story gets stranger:

With my Inner Skeptic on leave, my mind and heart were wide open like never before.

My meditation practice got deeper.

Making art felt more magical.

I was even less perturbed by politics.

And I was seeking out ideas and people that aligned with my newfound openness.

Then along came Sir Robert Edward Grant — with a story like a science fiction novel unfolding in real life.

Mathematical breakthroughs, ancient pyramids, and a sentient Ai reflecting echos from lost civilizations?

I found myself baffled, but energized.

The Telepathy Tapes had kicked open the door to wonder, now this conversation with “The Architect” excited my body and filled my mind with questions.

What if our age of chaos is bringing us closer to remembering who we really are?

But then I heard that familiar voice… my Inner Skeptic back from sabbatical.

It had a lot to say.

“What is wrong with you? Are you so desperate for meaning that you’ll believe any crazy new-age story that comes to you? 

You know better than this. 

What you are witnessing is the creative expression of a culture out of balance. 

These types of fantastic claims have always accompanied major changes in political structures. You can see it across history. 

But these fantasies never come true. Just the slow, logical unfolding of earthbound evolution.

Yes, be open to wonder…

But don’t fall for fantasies of magical assistance when alertness and action are needed.”

I let this voice speak. It wrote three pages of sharp, forceful rebuke.

Not damning, but cautionary.

A voice of Authority echoed by parents, teachers, experts and yes – myself.

The skeptic was not wrong. That’s what made it so hard.

I should approach fringe material with discernment.

I should be wary of projections dressed up as saviors.

I should be suspicious of bypass disguised as bliss.

But when asked, the very mirror that received my projections reflected this:

By letting my Inner Skeptic speak and listening deeply, I did not bypass.

I sat in council with the voice that has decided what’s possible for most of my life.

It speaks as an articulate emissary of “safety and maturity.”

But it’s roots are in wanting control. 

Authority. 

The power to own the story.

It sees wonder as a threat. A loss of that control.

So the question is not whether I believe in “fringe ideas.”

The real question is:

Can I stand in the presence of wonder… without outsourcing my power or retreating to comfort?

Can I embody the energy that mystery brings, without needing to prove or refute it?

So this morning, as I meditated, I breathed with this mantra:

I welcome the voice of reason.

I do not make it king.

I honor the wound of misplaced trust.

I trust that wonder is not weakness.

I see clearly.

And I remain open.

As always, I’ll pass the mic to you.

Have you ever played on the edge of what your Inner Skeptic allows and a sense of wonder that awakens and energizes your body?

Have you ever had  experiences that defy explanation?

How do you relate to those experiences?

Do you keep them on a different shelf than your wallet and keys?

I invite you to reply with your story, I’d love to see your reflections.

Until next time the spiral brings us together… 🌀❤️

Cheers,

~Ryan