In August of 2024, I sat down, closed my eyes, and tuned into my imagination. “I’d like to take a journey,” I said.
The voice in my head replied, “Then we would like to take you someplace brand new to you. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Excellent. First, we wish for you to imagine that you are in a bubble of light. You have a seat in this bubble, so that you will be quite comfortable. The bubble is not much bigger than you and your chair, but it feels infinitely peaceful. Can you relax into this space?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Now it has lifted off and is in the air. What do you see outside your bubble?”
I tuned into the scene in my head and replied, “Hills or low mountains, lots of trees, grasses, a sparkling lake below. Blue skies and puffy white clouds. It’s beautiful. No humans or structures in sight.”
“Perfect.”
A great bird flew above me. An eagle, I thought. Yes, a bald eagle.
“Does it simply fly by or is it wanting your attention?” My guides asked.
“It’s just curious. It flies by.”
Another bubble, just like mine, approached me and I saw a man in it. He smiled at me and waved. I knew him, though I’ve never seen him before, not in the physical world. Still, I knew he was mine. He’s the one I’m waiting for.
“Have you come to join me?” I asked him telepathically.
He shook his head. “I just came to say hello and to let you know that you are not alone in this. You are never alone.”
I smiled my thanks, and waved as he moved on.
I was still over the hills, still over this same scene. But now I realized there was a small human encampment below with an outdoor fire, at least one woman tending it. She was dressed in skins. The structure nearby was rustic, no more than a lean-to.
The woman paid no attention to me, as if she couldn’t see me. My bubble passed right over her head, but she didn’t look up, just continued to tend her fire.
We moved on.
There were wild horses in the meadow of this place, but they paid no attention to me, either. But as I crested the highest hill, I saw beyond it a small mountain, and high on the cliffs, a cave.
We quickly approached and I could see that at the mouth of the cave stood an old man. He was waving to me, beckoning me toward him.
Finally, someone could see me.
My bubble landed near him and I immediately found myself standing on the rocky soil of a narrow mountain path, my bubble gone as if it had never been.
The man, weathered, yet somehow ageless, motioned me toward him. “Come,” he said jovially, then with more impatience, “Come!” He turned and beckoned me to follow as he moved with surprising agility into the mouth of the cave.
As I followed, I glanced down to see that I was dressed in this journey exactly as I was in my apartment, in jeans and a t-shirt. I was just me, as I perceived myself to be in my human persona. My feet were bare, but the rocks I walked on now didn’t bother me as they would have in real life. One of the perks of the imagination.
“Come!” he said again with a low cackle, as he motioned me to follow.
The cave was dim, but not dark, and I suspected there was an opening to the topside somewhere a bit further in.
I followed him and got the sense that I’d been in this cave before, as part of a different journey. But that time, there had been a whole city down here, people living underground.
I saw no structures this time, no evidence of them, as if I’d arrived long before those people found this place.
“When is this time?” I asked my elderly guide.
He waved his hand as if to shoo away my question. “This is the time beyond. No time. No time. This place has great power, and it’s at its strongest here, its most pure.”
“Okay,” I said, because what else was there to say?
He continued to move forward, and I realized we were following a path, of sorts, that was leading down to the base of this great cavern. I heard the drip of water, the gurgle of a small stream. But I saw no other beings of any kind.
I wasn’t afraid, of course. But I was curious.
We traveled down and down for what felt like an hour, but was probably only a matter of seconds, in my time. Finally, we reached the lowest point of the cavern. A small stream ran through it.
He pointed to the stream. “Drink!”
Hmm. My human mind wanted to balk at that, but I laughed at the thought and reminded myself that this was all happening in the non-physical, in my imagination. There was nothing here that could hurt me. So I knelt beside the stream, cupped my hands in the cool water, lifted it to my mouth, and took a sip.
”More,” my companion demanded.
I obeyed, drinking another scoopful, and another, until the cool water dribbled down my chin. It had a mineral, though not unpleasant, taste to it, and I found myself splashing some on my face.
I glanced up and found him grinning at me, nodding. “Good,” he said. “Good. Embrace the waters, for they are the gift of life.”
I had no idea what that meant in this context, but I drank a bit more, then rose to my feet, half expecting him to object. But he didn’t. I lifted my hand to wipe the water from my face, but my face was dry. Things happen in a flash in the non-physical.
I looked at him expectantly, waiting for his next command, but he just watched me in return, mirroring my expression.
“Well?” he asked.
“Well, what?” I asked tentatively. “Was something supposed to have happened?” But even as I asked the question, I began to feel something inside me, like the water had turned to energy and was swirling, lightly brushing my insides. In my mind’s eye, it appeared bright blue, tinged with golden light. The sensation was odd, but not unpleasant.
“It’s cleaning me out, isn’t it? Clearing out the old energy.” I wasn’t sure how I knew that, but I did, just as I sensed that this energy was light and clear and beautiful, and spring cleaning my entire physical body. And certainly my entire energy body as well.
As I stood there, allowing the energy to do its thing, I closed my eyes. The tension in my body began to melt away and I sensed that things that I’d held onto for lifetimes were finally dissolving. I felt as if this energy was freeing me. (And even sitting in my apartment typing this account as it happened, I found myself breathing easier, more fully.)
Back in the cave, I opened my eyes and found the old man watching me with satisfaction. His expression softened. “You’ve done well, daughter. Your burden has been lifted. Will you let it go? The water will wash it away if you will allow it to.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘my burden’, but I suspected he was referring to all the old beliefs and stories that have tethered me to my old human persona. I was so ready to release all of that.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes! I allow it to wash it all away.”
He grinned at me, then with a decisive nod, waved his hand and the intensity of that blue and gold energy intensified tenfold. Suddenly it was a storm inside me and I had to catch my breath. It didn’t hurt, but it was intense and I kept forgetting to breathe.
The storm continued for several minutes, then began to settle. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling as if all of the tension that had ever resided in this body of mine left on my exhale.
The old man smiled. “It is done. Go in peace.“
I found myself back in my apartment, the journey over.