Thirty-One Years Later, This Vision Still Speaks to Me

The Night I Met the Wisest Version of Myself

Thirty-one years ago, I recorded a remarkable experience that came to me in the space between waking and sleep. At the time, I had no idea how deeply it would shape my understanding of intuition, guidance, ego, and the Higher Self.

So meaningful was the experience that I recently included it as a chapter titled "Dream Vision" in my newly released book, Spiritual Sparks and Cosmic Chuckles. Reading it again today, I am struck not by the vision itself, but by how relevant its message still feels more than three decades later.

Whether you view it as a spiritual encounter, a symbolic dream, or a conversation with the deeper self, I hope it speaks to you as it continues to speak to me.

Journal Entry - Thursday, 6th April, 1995,

I was just drifting off to sleep - that state between consciousness and dreamland. I suddenly had a vision of an old, dark, dimly lit cavern. (I think the lighting came from candles or fire torches in the walls). In front of me at a large, round stone table, sat a very wise old man with a white flowing beard, white long hair, and a tanned, lined face. There were others around him, but I couldn’t make out any faces, though there was a definite strong feminine presence. I sat down at a stone high-backed chair opposite the wise one. He then began to talk to me telepathically through my own voice in my head.

He told me he was ME – I figured that he meant my higher self, the wise, ancient all-knowing part of myself that was guiding my current existence. Although he was old, he was not decrepit. His strength, power and gentility humbled me. Awesome is a word that best describes the persona of this powerful being. I also felt a humbled sense of deep respect. Self-doubt started to creep in, typically, as my logical mind once again questioned the validity of the experience.

“Why are you talking to me through my own voice in my mind?” I asked telepathically.

I needed some sort of clarity. How could I trust the very voice I had known in my head for so long? A voice that had often controlled and misinformed me in the past.

I was told, “Because you are so used to being in your head and dominated by the voice you hear, it is easier to communicate with you in this way, as you are habitually more likely to validate this very voice you know so well.”

HELP!!! This made too much sense for my logical mind! Spiritual experiences aren’t supposed to have this much clarity or be so simple! Aren’t we taught that they are often symbolic, cryptic puzzles whose deeper meaning unravels itself at a later, more timely date? Am I just fooling myself? Has my mind taken over this otherwise spiritual experience? Is this my imagination desperately trying to feed the thirst of my ego by creating an illusionary, mystical experience???

“How do I know that you’re not just my ego in disguise???”

An answer was never so forthcoming. No sooner had I communicated this doubt, I found myself standing before a mirrored wall, less than ten centimetres from my face. There I was in full, the personality/ego that was Scott William Archer staring straight back at me in the mirror.

The next thing I knew, I had magically materialised a sledgehammer and pounded it into the mirror with all my might, completely shattering the illusion before me into a thousand pieces. The illusion had been recognised and disposed of.

Behind it, with subdued astonishment I found the cavern, just as I’d momentarily left it, the wise old man sitting at the table smiling with knowing approval of me. I stepped through the remaining jagged edges of the mirror, into the cavern and again took my seat at the ancient stone table. The presence of the others was there, once again unrecognisable, once again filled with a loving feminine presence.

The ‘conversation’ continued…

“I am here to work with you. We will be working together,” I was told.

“How? Why? When?” I questioned. I was filled with awe, amazement, excitement and apprehension, not fully understanding. A desperate yearning for clarity and knowledge.

Once again the words came into my head in the guise of my mind’s own voice, only they came slowly and deliberately, as though the importance and ramifications needed to be surely embedded in my consciousness.

“YOU WILL BE GUIDED TO TAKE ACTION AT THE APPROPRIATE TIME.”

I was told that there were many others there (the other presences that I was aware of in the cavern) who would help me in my endeavours. The being then just smiled at me, and I somehow felt, ‘cosmically embraced’ me.

Excerpt from

Spiritual Sparks & Cosmic Chuckles

Scott William Archer

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