(Re-blogged from The CrazyBagLady@BulanLifestyle)
Some twenty years ago I dreamed I was hiking along a high mountain trail. Several others were also on a trek to reach the top of this peak. It was a hard trail with a steep, rocky incline in hot weather that seared the skin. Many turned back; only a handful reached the top, singly. I was among these, arriving at the apex after a long, winding ascent.
Finally at the top, I see there is a canyon chasm between the edge of the mountainside I have scaled and what I know to be my true destination: an even higher peak separated from the one I am on by a huge divide.
At first I believe I may be able to cross, for there are steps, suspended in space, hovering between the two peaks. One of the other climbers starts across these floating steps, but they become narrower and further apart as the aspirant attempts to bridge the gulf. He turns back, returns; the steps drop into the gorge as he steps back onto the ledge at the top of the canyon.
The others leave, descending back down the mountain. I stay, alone, gazing across to the realm I desire to reach. I am passionately aware that I have worked so hard to reach this plateau, only to find my deepest goal seemingly impossible to attain.
There is a picnic table at the canyon edge. I sit at the table, not wanting to give up, not knowing how I can go forward. A woman appears and comes over to stand next to me at the table. She seems an Ancient one, yet ageless. She has salt-and-pepper hair, dark eyes, light skin—she reminds me of a person I know to be highly enlightened in my outer life.
“How can I ever get over there?” I implore of this woman whom I know to be a Guide.
“How would you get to another planet?” she replies.
Then, I am alone again; the Guide has disappeared.
I awaken in bed, bemused by the dream, saddened to learn it “was only a dream”. It felt so real, like I was finally “almost There,” to the fulfillment of a spiritual Quest.
Now, many years later, I recall this dream. The feelings are still potent, the desire as ardent as it was then.
I sit for contemplation, return to the picnic table AS IF I have never left.
“How would I travel to another planet?” I ask inwardly, suddenly aware of the obvious solution.
“Direct projection,” I utter in silence. Assume the destination-state accomplished; be-here-Now.
I walk to the edge of the cliff, sit tailor fashion; appreciate the rarified atma-sphere, quiet serenity. I close my eyes, open inwardly, sing a mantra syllable as pure as the air is high: Hu. I become this Sound, resonate with its pulse as a warm, glowing Light.
I open my Heart to just BE. Feel… SHIFT.
Open eyes: a Temple nestled in a misty enclave. Light forms come and go from round platforms surrounding a domed spire. Blues in magenta, iced in golds and white.
Approach. Friendly beings exchange silent greetings as we pass. Enter temple—Door always open, an archway. Inside is still open space, nature, gardens, rooms that appear as I imagine a purpose: library, classroom, stables with horses. I explore, unlimited. See a fountain, sit at a gossamer bench around it, close eyes to listen to the Flow.
Open eyes: sitting tailor fashion, looking across the Canyon. See? A picnic table, across the gulf, far from where I AM.
Complete a dream according to your deepest desire. Imagine life as you assume it to Be, your Heart and Soul fulfilled. – lw
Thank you to “The CrazyBagLady” (wish I had your name to use!) for your colorful art that evokes a feeling of adventure. And thank you to those who are Liking this and other posts. Your positive response inspires me to share as honestly and authentically as I can.
Thank you for sharing my artwork! I really appreciate it. My life is all about following my dreams. I love your blog and your positive attitude!
Thank You! I always enjoy your positive and sometimes whimsical art ‘perspectives’, too!
Thanx so much for the kind words! x