An Unique Meditation on Divine Presence

This meditation is a passage into the living interface with the divine. It is not a construction of the mind, but a resting into the ever-present source that surrounds and pervades all being. The divine is not somewhere else. Its essence is presence, and every moment of true presence is already an invitation. When we dwell in presence, the divine becomes accessible, not as an idea, but as the source behind our thoughts, feelings, and actions.

To enter this space, we turn inward. We do not seek the divine in distant realms but in the intimate vastness of our own awareness. We begin by bringing our full attention to the field of consciousness itself. A simple gesture — focus on the point between the eyebrows, the space where attention naturally rests in quietude. Eyes closed, simply be present for the colors, the shifts of light, the inner movements behind the lids.

Here, in this subtle vision, a light may begin to emerge. Not imagined, not summoned — simply seen. This is the light of your inner field, and it is here that the divine begins to speak. From this place, softly and silently, offer your invocation:

“I am your vessel. I am your receptaculum. Through me, flow. I am present.”

Let this be your remembrance. For only in presence can the divine be received. Only in this moment can truth be spoken. All else is echo, memory, and conditioning. To speak without awareness is to repeat, not to express. But to dwell in presence is to allow the divine to express itself — as word, as silence, as light.

This is not a philosophy. It is a practice. It is your being. In this stillness, open yourself and welcome whatever form the divine may take. You may invite the presence of an angelic being, such as Michael in his clarity, or the radiant Christ light, the essence of consciousness itself. Do not force the vision. Let it arise. Let it fill the space you have made ready.

This invitation is a true prayer. Not recited, but lived. It is your longing that draws the divine near. Whether it comes through grace, or through deep yearning and a focused will to receive, the moment of contact is always now.

Fall into it. Let the light move through you. Let it be the source of your seeing, your feeling, your knowing. Do not rush. Even when the guidance falls silent, you may remain. Sit with what appears. Look. Listen.

Enter the ultrasubjective hyperspace, where the divine may reveal itself. Become a channel for its wisdom, a vessel of its stillness, a mirror of its light. Here, in this state of simplicity and attention, you do not find the divine — you become it. And in that becoming, wholeness is no longer a goal. It is your natural state, unfolding in the sacred now.

Meditation into the Divine Interface – Description and Lineage

The meditation you guide is a direct path practice: it begins not with steps or conceptual scaffolding, but with a shift of attention. It invites the practitioner into immediate presence, through the simple act of turning inward, placing awareness on the space between the eyebrows, and observing the play of light behind closed eyes. This is not visualization, nor mantra, nor analysis. It is pure witnessing, resting in naked awareness, what Tibetans might call rigpa, the direct experience of non-dual clarity.

From this silent watching, a light emerges — not imagined, but seen. This light becomes the medium through which the divine speaks. In this space, you invoke the divine not as an external god, but as the radiance within the Self, an unfolding presence that flows through the vessel of the body and mind. The act of invitation becomes a prayer, not in words, but in alignment — a prayer as posture of being.

This echoes deeply with the mystical teachings of Milarepa, one of Tibet’s most revered yogis and poets, who often spoke not of methods, but of surrender to the natural state. In his “Songs of Realization,” Milarepa points again and again to the simple resting in what is already present. He did not suggest effortful concentration, but letting go, until the mind abides in its own light.

Shunyam Adhibhu

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