My Experience of Spiritual Transmission
It got weird, very weird
What we’ll be discussing in this article:
What is spiritual transmission?
My hospital experience
A man with a green & gold Bible
Results
Quite a few years ago I read a trilogy of spirituality/magick books called The Baptist Head trilogy. They were written by two Englishmen, Alan Chapman and Duncan Barford.
Those names might mean a lot to you or you may well have never heard of them. Regardless, in one of the books, there’s a chapter written by Alan Chapman where he’s traveling to work on a packed Tube (what the English call their London metro system) and he receives a spiritual transmission from a man in the same carriage.
I thought to myself, well, that’s a bit mad but I guess it’s possible. It’s a thing too crazy to just make up out of thin air.
What is spiritual transmission?
Chapman described his feelings at the time, as if time crawled to a stop and then having a spiritual awakening followed by moments of bliss. So, I thought to myself, yea, I’d like to get some of that but knowing that if you go looking for it, well, you’re not going to get it.
Transmission is:
“The imparting or sharing of spiritual energy, or realization from one person to another. It involves a transfer of spiritual qualities or states of consciousness that can catalyze inner transformation or awakening from one person to another.”
A few months passed and I forgot about what I’d read and I was mostly doing the usual things all us spiritual seekers do, I was meditating daily and continuing to learn about different spiritual paths from around the world.
At the time I would have been big into Buddhism and I was learning about the jhanas and going deeper into the different levels of consciousness that we’re able to.
Bad news incoming
But, then I got a bit of bad health news.
I live in Poland in Central Europe and every winter the air pollution becomes quite bad. As someone who’s had asthma for all of my life, this means that going outside should be avoided and I usually have to up my dose of my inhaler.
No big deal really, it’s very cold that time of year so we don’t spend much time outdoors anyway but it had been a few years since a check-up so my doctor sent me to the hospital for a routine in-and-out where she thought I might get a new prescription for a stronger inhaler.
Well, they found something in my lungs and at that moment, my world just came crashing down.
I very much feared for the worse, both sides of my family have a history of being riddled with ‘the big C’ (I don’t even like saying the proper name) so, well, you can imagine what was going through my head.
My son had just turned five, my daughter was two. The absolute dread I had in thinking that they might have to grow up without that dad was utterly devastating.
Hospital
So, I had to return to the hospital and do some additional tests. First up was another X-ray and there was definitely something there, she even showed me, then we did an MRI and finally, I was sent to another floor for a blood test. That’s where it happened.
I joined the queue as you do. I don’t know if they do this in your country, but in Poland when you join a public queue like at a doctor’s office, clinic or hospital you ask the crowd of people who’s last in the queue so that you know you’re going to be after them. So, I did that and saw that there were about fifteen to twenty people ahead of me. No big deal eh? I had a book with me and I could have a good old read.
A few minutes later a stock man walked into the waiting room and also asked the question, he would be next after me, he thanked me for answering and then he sat opposite me. We weren’t close or anything, it was a large hospital so he was about three meters away (9ft).
Bibleman
He dug into his briefcase and took out a green-covered book that was quite thick and it had gold leaf on the pages when it was closed. I still can’t be sure to this day what it was but I’d bet my last quid confidently that it was a Bible and that this man was either a priest or a monk.
I can’t explain why I think I know this, other than, y’know, sometimes you can look at a person and you just know they’re, well, holy.
I will add here I’m not a Christian, although I was baptized, went to Catholic school so I did my communion and confirmation, and was even married in a Catholic Church but I’d identify more with Eastern schools of thought than Christianity.
Regardless, I just had this feeling that this man was a bit different.
Bloodtest
The queue continued to move along slowly, while the blood test itself is short, they usually just take three small vials of blood and they also have questions to ask and paperwork to fill out so it takes a little while.
So, I’m sitting there reading my book and this guy is opposite me reading his and the other people are waiting, some are chatting, some are glued to their smartphones and all is exactly as you’d expect it to be in a hospital in a provincial town in Poland.
But then something I still cannot explain happened.
Transmission
I felt myself losing grip on reality, it was as if my surroundings collapsed into a tiny dot of light even though I could still feel being present in the waiting room but somehow I was also in another place.
Time seemed to writhe to a stop. Have you ever seen a worm die, it wriggles for a bit and then more slowly and more slowly until it gives a final kick and it gives up the ghost? It was like that.
Now it was complete emptiness. Nothing existed. It was like I had fallen through the cracks of reality and I was alone. But I was in joyous peace. I struggle to put into words now the happiness I felt. Even writing it here and now, I can feel a tear coming to my eye just recalling the feeling.
Bliss
An incredible oneness for all life, all beings, all life, and all existence flooded my thoughts in an instant and it felt like I swam in that feeling for hours on end. And then it was gone. How long had it lasted? Maybe a minute, maybe thirty seconds, it felt like a day or even longer had been spent in that moment of bliss.
A tear came to my eyes and I sniffled it away and I looked over towards the man with the green and gold Bible, he was still stuck into his reading and I looked around the room to see if anybody had experienced the same thing.
No, the world was exactly how it was before my experience but it was all now a very, very different world.
The oneness I’d felt was so profound that I didn’t feel it was possible for me to ever be the same again. And I knew too that my results would be fine and I even knew that if they weren’t then all would still be fine.
I’d felt the absolute and full love of the entire cosmos in that fleeting moment.
While deep in my thoughts the door to the nurse’s room opened and she called my name.
With my head still in the clouds I answered her questions as best as I could in my limited Polish, had my blood taken, and was sent on my way. On leaving I realized that the man with the Bible was next and I knew I didn’t have to tell him, he knew his place in the queue but I felt the need to acknowledge the experience somehow, I needed to find a way to thank him in some way.
I didn’t really thank him but I knew that interacting would be enough so as I was putting on my jacket to leave I stepped close to him and just said, “Excuse me Mr.? You’re next.” He looked up, said “Thank you,” and that was that.
Logic
The only explanation I can come up with is that while in my dark moment, the ‘higher’ consciousness/spiritual-ness of this stranger grabbed mine and pulled it up towards his. Actually, I'm pretty sure that's not logical but it's the only thing that makes sense to me.
Results
A few days later I got the call to come back to the hospital and get the results. I live very close to it so I walked there with my wife, holding hands in silence as we both hoped for the best yet dreaded for the worse.
The results were fine. Thanks be to God.
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Loved your story man. I took my grandma to a polish hospital recently, but somehow no transmission happened. It was still pretty fruitful - I found 2zł on the floor and had an exciting discussion about bread prices with the elderly crowd.
Thank you for this story....and yes, I also think that there are Holly people in the world, it must be. Because, there are Holly scripts - and why there would not be people like this? I call them - time walkers. Because, for me, after many years spend in IT and many mathematics, it is became very clear that time is feeling, and can not be measured. Maybe feeling is wrong word - but it is easy way to say: here and there, now and before and after, peace and storm....but, I lost my flow. I feel that things also, which you expirienced with this man. I think this are the peaces that God puts in front of us - and to see this peaces is so important. I'm so glad to subscribe here, on your substack. You are so positive. Just to add - if you live in Poland, then it is like you live here, in Croatia. Much similarity. As always, sorry for my english, there can be some mistakes. Bye for now. Be strong. I wish you peace and good.