I sat with my eyes closed, opened my imagination, and asked myself, Where am I? What is calling to me this morning?
In my mind’s eye, a scene emerged. I was riding a horse, bareback, a beautiful palomino, its coat light tan, its ivory mane flying in the wind as we galloped along a beach, the sand hard-packed at the edge of the surf. Above us, seagulls soared against a clear blue sky.
The water began to stir strangely a short way out, and we pulled up to see what was happening. I stroked the horse, feeling that he was a friend. Together, we watched as something began to rise out of the water. With surprise, I realized it was a building of some sort, made of dark stone – or perhaps it just looked dark since it was wet. It appeared very narrow, like a tower.
It kept rising, the incoming waves breaking around it, until it sat still in the water as if it had, long ago, been swallowed by the sea. I detected many stories, many floors, but only two were drawing my attention, both lit so that I could see inside. A thick, decorative stonework separated the two floors.
Through the windows of the upper of the two floors, I saw a party. The room glittered with light and was full of people laughing, some dancing. People who appeared completely unaware that they’d just emerged from the sea, and it occurred to me that perhaps, from their perspective, they hadn’t. They might be in an entirely different plane of existence from where I watched from the beach.
My gaze shifted to the floor below them, also lit, but far less brightly so. This room – for it appeared to be just one large room – was also filled with people, but clearly, it was no party. Dressed like lower class servants from a couple of centuries past, they moved slowly, mopping, scrubbing, their heads and shoulders bent beneath the weight of the drudgery.
It put me in mind of Downton Abbey and I wondered if this was an upper class, lower class type of scenario I was witnessing. The more important question was why.
As I pondered this, I felt the vibration of hoofbeats and heard the splash of water. I turned as another horse and rider approached me, a glossy black stallion with a man on its back. As they drew near, I knew he was no mere man. I recognized the energy signature of Archangel Michael.
“What do you think?” he asked, bringing the black stallion to a stop beside my palomino.
“Downton Abbey.” At his look of amusement, I shrugged. “That’s all I’ve got. I assume there’s a lesson here for me?” There was always a lesson in these things, usually a way of helping me understand one concept or another.
He just gave me a nod. Clearly he wanted me to try to figure this out for myself.
“I like the horse, by the way,” I told him.
“As do I.” He looked happy as he stroked the neck of the magnificent animal. “I quite enjoy taking on a human persona from time to time.”
“Other than Hawke,” I said.
He shook his head. “Hawke channels me from time to time, but he is his own man. This persona today is all mine.”
I looked back at the tower. “You’re not going to give me the answer to this puzzle, are you.” It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t answer, but I heard his faint snort of amusement.
After a little time, though, he did offer me a hint. “You’re using your eyes and human mind to figure this out. Broaden your perception.”
Huh. All right, then. I focused on the group on the upper floor, then closed my eyes and tuned into them, into their vibration, into their mood. Immediately, I felt my own lift as the electric chills of true joy skated over my skin and bubbled up from deep inside of me.
“Wow,” I murmured. “The vibration in the party room is high.”
“Good,” Michael said. “What about the lower room?”
I opened my eyes and looked once more at the people moving with such slowness, such lifelessness. Then, once more, I closed my eyes and tuned into the vibration and was immediately hit by a wave of despair.
“Yikes,” I murmured as I opened my eyes and shook it off, not wanting to linger there. I returned my gaze to the party floor and felt my spirits rise back up again.
“There’s a vast vibrational gulf between the two,” I said. “As if the lower floor is mired in the density of the third dimension and the upper has ascended fully to the fifth.” I slapped my palm to my forehead, because of course that’s what this was a representation of.
Michael chuckled. “So what’s the lesson?”
Oh, right. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I contemplated the answer to that.
Two floors, upper and lower. Two vibrations. Two dimensions. I could see that there were more floors above the party floor that now appeared lit, but with curtains across the windows so that I couldn’t see within.
“I see the third, the fifth, and higher than the fifth.” I looked at Michael with a frown. “Where’s the fourth floor, the one representing the fourth dimension?”
The fullness of his smile warmed me. “Do you not see it?”
I looked back at the tower, my frown deepening. “No. Maybe it’s not there any more?” I threw him a questioning look.
He watched me without answering, waiting for me to figure it out on my own.
“Okay,” I said with a sigh. “Here’s what I know. The fourth dimension is the critically important dimension of transformation where those humans who’ve awakened work through, and release, their baggage, beliefs, fears, etc. It’s where they finally disengage from the ego and let the pain body fade.”
“Correct.”
“So it has to be there. But I don’t see it.”
“Look more closely.”
I threw him a look of mild annoyance, then returned my gaze to the tower. The fourth floor had to be between the third and fifth, didn’t it? But all I saw there was that thick, decorative stonework.
I suddenly caught a glimpse of movement in that stonework, and froze, studying it more closely. I’d thought the faint flashes of light in that stonework were caused by the light reflecting off the water. But now…
“There’s something there,” I said, then looked at Michael. “But that floor can’t be more than a foot high. Probably no more than a few inches. It wouldn’t hold anything much taller than a mouse.”
“This is a representation, only. What is it telling you?”
Oh. “That the fourth floor…the fourth dimension…is really small, now?”
“Correct.”
Whew. Okay. I thought about that.
“So, instead of spending years healing the mind and clearing the garbage out of the subconscious after they awaken, like I did, they can move through that healing dimension a lot more swiftly, now?” At one time, when my ego was still active, I probably wouldn’t have thought that sounded fair.
“Swiftly is a matter of perspective, of course,” Michael said. “Humans do tend to be quite impatient. And there is still free will involved. But, yes. As individuals, you needn’t spend years in the healing process any longer. If you commit to the work, ask for help from your etheric team, and then follow the guidance as it appears, you can indeed move through the healing quite a bit faster now than when you yourself started. But it does take focus and a certain dedication to pushing through it. As you know, some of it is not comfortable.”
“That’s an understatement.”
Reminding myself that this was all taking place in my imagination, I looked at the tower, particularly that narrow band, as if it were a picture on my phone, then lifted my hand, spread my index finger and thumb apart, and imagined enlarging the image significantly.
Now I could see it as clearly as I’d seen the other two floors, and it looked kind of like a modern clinic with people lying in beds. Nurses, or perhaps healers, moved between them.
“I get it.” I looked at Michael. “I think. Is there more to this message?”
“Where do you wish to live?” Archangel Michael said. “That is the question we would ask of all who read this. Where do you wish to live? In the drudgery? Or in the warmth and light of the party, in that joyous gathering of other like souls? The healing space between is necessary, but it is not the place to stay. It is too small, too narrow, too confining.”
I was still playing with my fingers, re-sizing the floors of the tower, and I moved back up to the fifth floor, the representation of the fifth dimension. As I looked more closely, I realized that the party was just one of many scenarios being shown to me at that level. Now I could see dozens of them.
In one, children ran through green grass, laughing as a kite trailed in their wake. In another, women of different races worked on some project together, laughing. In still another, a man cuddled a furry cat, both of them purring happily.
Kindness, joy, peace, laughter.
So much light.
“They seem happy,” I murmured. “Do they ever get tired of being so joyful all the time?” Hearing how ridiculous that sounded, I added, “I mean, can you appreciate peace when that’s all you know? Don’t we need challenges of some kind?”
Michael smiled. “There will be challenges aplenty for humans as they rise into the fifth dimension and learn to co-create with the energies at that vibration. Once you’ve mastered that, the challenges will be of your choosing.”
“How so?”
“Think of all of the ways you can challenge yourself, now, that bring you joy. Running a marathon, or taking a polar plunge, or learning to knit.”
“Keep going,” I said, unimpressed with those suggestions.
Michael smiled. “Perhaps the challenge of aligning to, and learning to use, your fifth dimensional gifts and powers, or learning more about the beings that inhabit your galaxy, both physical and non-physical?”
I nodded. “Okay. Point taken.”
“There are so many challenges that this world has to offer you, challenges that will delight you. This life does not need to be hard. And indeed, it will not be once you’ve mastered the way of the fifth dimension. Those of you who are ready are beginning to realize that much of that higher vibrational energy can be accessed here, now. Even if not all humans are choosing, or able, to do so.”
I looked again at the scenes in the fifth floor windows, at all the happy people. “I’m ready to move there, now. I think we all are.”
“You are willing, yes. Most of you. But you are not all ready, for there is still the work of the fourth dimension to be done. Allow the chaos in the world around you to trigger the emotions that reveal what still needs to be released within you. Then let the release occur. That is the work to be done, now.”
“And then, all who have done that will be partying on the fifth floor?”
Michael smiled. “You’ll be living the life of your dreams, whatever that looks like for you.”