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Along For the Ride

I found myself 'lifting' off the ground with no effort on my part whatsoever.  I was clad in a soft white nightgown and wearing black ballet slippers.  I could feel the air as it started to  envelope me, softly, gently, caressing my face, tousling my hair and ruffling my nightgown.    Yet there was no sound of anything, nothing--no sound at all.  It was like I was in a vacuum.  I continued to ascend--higher, higher, higher--I looked up into the blackness of the unfathomable inky black reservoir that now had me in its grasp and took in the myriad of brilliant stars that formed a connecting canopy over my head--billions upon billions upon billions.  Higher, higher, higher.  Over the tops of houses I floated.  Looking down I passed over gray rooftops and street lights.  I continued ascending for I do not know how long but then, all of a sudden I felt myself slowing down and starting a gentle descent.   It was apparent that I was not in control.  Why, 'I was just along for the ride'!  Down, down, down I continued to descend.  Emerging from the starlight sky I saw a long, deep green expanse of grass ahead of me and saw a man way off in the corner.  He was sitting cross-legged on a large white rock.  He had dark brown wavy hair and I instinctively knew that he could see me as well as I could see him.  He was wearing a white outfit and I can't recall whether it was two pieces (a top and bottom) or one.  He didn't move a muscle from his position but greeted me with a big, sly, grin--you know the kind--that 'knowing' grin like when you were a kid and you stole a piece of candy from the candy jar and looked around to see if anybody was watching; you were really pleased with yourself and just about ready to pop it into your mouth savoring its exquisite sweetness when, out of the corner of your eye you see you have company--it's your big brother and he caught you in the act.  'I'm telling Mom."  And you're now wishing you hadn't and the only thing that comes to mind is "Uh, Oh."  The other clear message he transmitted to me was, "I know who you are but you don't know who I am.  It's not time; you're not quite ready to stay here."  "Why, you're just along for the ride!"  Spirit granted this opportunity to visit but at this time you do not have clearance to stay." Poof!  I was back in bed. 
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This experience happened many years ago.  I have since learned that it is called an O.B.E.--An Out of Body Experience.  It was most special, beautiful and unforgettable and I wanted to share it with you.

The House

This is the second time I’ve visited this house.   The first time I was alone but someone had accompanied me this time.  Who it was I couldn't tell.  The first time I had trouble navigating through the rooms because I needed to get my bearings.  This time it was different as I had been here before.  Silently, cautiously I glided down the dark passages and past yawning holes.  And there weren’t any Boogeymen to contend with.  Thank Goodness!  I felt at home and embraced the comforting energy that was radiating toward me.  It was warm and welcoming.  This wasn’t a bad house.  It was just very old, in disrepair and smelled of stale, musty bread.  So many forgotten dreams, such neglect.  I wondered what had happened.  Who were the previous owners and where were they now?  Unused, unwanted and cast aside, somehow this forgotten old relic of a house had connected with me.    If only someone had taken the time to care for it.   The rooms were full of muted, grainy light and dark grey shadows.  One minute they’d be there and the next minute they’d be gone.  They played tricks on you.  As I passed the yawning holes, the depth of color was so deep dark and impenetrable that you could lose yourself in it.  The kitchen had floor to ceiling windows at the far end that let in little light because they were so dirty.  It would make quite a difference if someone cleaned them.  I vowed I would do just that on my next trip.  The large kitchen felt oddly familiar, somehow.  Maybe it was reminiscent of my past when I lived with my grandparents on their farm.  Just past the kitchen was a short corridor leading to a massive suite.  You stood in the doorway to the entrance of this room and your eyes couldn’t believe how big it was.  It looked more like a ballroom.  It swallowed you up.  It had wooden floors and way down at the end of the room, on the left side, you could see turn of the century lounging chairs.  You know, the kind that are in the shape of a kidney bean.  They appeared to be a light pink in color.  There were floor to ceiling windows behind the chairs with dark colored drapes that reached to the floor.  Unbelievably there was water lapping softly at the far end.  You could see and hear the sound of waves from where you were standing.  I wasn’t able to investigate just how this was possible and from where this water originated.  It was most curious.      

My Dream

I saw her as she as the others slowly emerged from the thicket's entrance, making their way toward a clearing in the forest.
Somehow, I felt that she was from medieval times and an Earth Elemental.  
She had on a long gown with lace sleeves that reached down to her wrists and lace gloves.  Her gown was equipped with a bustle and a long train.
Tiny gemstones twinkled on her garment as she moved, her gown, a mixture of muted soft brown and bronze colors.
She was wearing a sumptuously brimmed hat that was so wide (it had to be at least six or seven feet in circumference and covered her face entirely) that I was amazed she could support it at all.  It appeared that  it was made of a crisp material, like organza.
The background colors in this dream were brackish (like stirring the silt at the bottom of a pond) and different hues of from light green to a deep dark green.
The first creature following her looked like it had literally been sewn together as in a patchwork quilt. It walked, hunched over and loped, like a freakish canine humpback.
The others that followed were dark figures, shadows with no faces.
Surprisingly, I did see a tall figure sporting a cowboy hat.  This was funny and very curious.  Was someone acting silly?
They were not threatening nor evil nor malevolent, in any way.
They seemed as if they all belonged to her, were a part of her.
I had no fear of her nor her entourage.  I was more curious about them than anything else.
As I moved closer, I found that we both were now communicating, telepathically.  And interestingly, I found that I was actually talking with her, not to her.
She had stopped moving and was now listening to my questions.
"Who are you, where do you come from, where are you going, do you have anything to tell me that I need to know,"  I asked?   
She indicated that in order to continue our conversation, I needed to come closer and see her face.  I needed to duck under her hat.
I was a little hesitant to do this but knew I must (still no fear).
Slowly I approached the outer brim of her hat.  I gently felt the outer brim (it was a little stiff) and picked it up with just the tip of my fingers.
I peeked inside.  I felt my head slowly raising to take a look.
Just then, I perceived that this very act of lifting her hat was akin to (lifting the veil) of ignorance, penetrating the deep layer of ignorance that we all find ourselves ensnared in.
She was fearsome, intense and strong but intuitively I knew she meant me no harm.
I believe our encounter was no accident.
Her eyes were the most extraordinary.   They were half-shut, squinting at me.  They were all knowing and of the purest, clearest, lightest blue color I had ever seen.  They reminded me of crystals.  It  was actually physically painful to look at them like when you look at the sun's brightness.  I could not see her face and I believe I was not meant to as her eyes held the answer.
And yet, when she looked back at me, I knew she was in the process of assessing me, sizing me up from top to bottom;  penetrating my core, my soul.  Somehow, I knew she was getting ready to communicate something spiritual.
I felt no fear, no panic.  I literally felt as if I was talking to a part of myself.  That she was me and I was her.   That in the past I had known her or something to that effect.
That she was known as what we would call today, a Witch, a Spirit Guide or a Slyph.  She was also oddly and strangely familiar.  And she enabled me, somehow, through her eyes, to see the Truth of our existence here on Planet Earth:

"Know that there is more to Life than meets the eyes; know that all the suffering, all the trappings of this earthly plane are only temporary; that we should not be afraid of difficulties we encounter as there is another, spiritual and brighter plane surrounding us.  One that is there to Help Us in our difficulties, through our difficulties, in our time of need, if we but just ask."

After she shared this information, I literally felt spiritually uplifted; refreshed; renewed; positive; hopeful and enlightened.
And I find that even after the dream ended, she is somehow staying close nearby.
We live in a world that makes no sense; we live in a world of immense suffering, savagery, desperation; chaos, tumult and confusion.

We live on Planet Earth, one of the most beautiful, one of the most  habitable planets in our Solar System yet we continue to treat her with disdain; we continue to treat one another with hostility and fear--striking the first blow before we even get a chance to know one another; we squander what is freely given to us, provided to us, free of charge with no strings attached, no price tag whatsoever.  Only in return are we asked to treat this gift with humility, thankfulness and respect.  We are disease-ridden and guilt ridden; we think we know it all yet we know nothing; we live on a planet and are surrounded by celestial bodies that could. if they wished (but somehow I know they will not)  annihilate us at any moment yet we're more consumed with watching soap Operas, to even realize that there's a grander Soap Opera taking place, playing out for all to see, ponder and wonder--a universe full of  all we could ever hope for, want or need, yet we continue to bow to ignorance and greed.

The wake up calls are coming in from all directions.

When are we going to heed the Message?

Vernal (Spring Equinox) - March 20, 2013