Reclaiming Soul Travel Within the Temporal Rhythms of Our Humanity

The liminal state often prepares my senses to dive into a deeper and more vast place of Being. It is not unlike putting on a warm coat for a wintry moonwalk about the farm. I am practiced to maintain that warm pause into the flow of the hypnagogic. Sometimes it is faces, sometimes landscapes, and sometimes color and light birthing into lively patterns. These days I have been experiencing animals in this transition state as I lay my body to bed. Calming and holding a sense of warm peace is good practice for any state of being. I notice a deer in calm among the rush of animals. When I draw my attention to her, her antlers begin to reform into the Fearn letters. Now instead of antlers is a message. Instead of the intense rush of the hypnagogic it is as all my senses are wrapped in this sensual warm blanket as I listen.

"I will take you to the alder tree.
The doorway opens to the sound of my hooves.
Ride with me."

It was smooth riding and the sensation shift was not unlike entering from a snowy moonwalk on the farm to inside my home. Knowing that we bring experiences back from the thresholds of the many realities of Being, I practice sensory awareness during the day. One practice to grow sensory intelligence is to pause and move slow enough during the transition at the doorway of your home. Feel all the variations and differences of outside and inside. These practices or games that come for me to do in the day help me at all levels of wakefulness.

I was on the back of deer, dropping my thicker coat of consciousness, when I dropped my bare feet onto the green moss bed. I slowed down into a pause to feel the sensation. To be awake in my dream body that is not as thick feeling as my physical body, seems to afford me a deeper sensual connection with all that is around me. When I am more lucid in these dreaming states, my sensitivity grows in the day. It is a growth that includes shaking away defensiveness responses during the day. I am in balance within my circadian biology.

There is a brook here that filters into the freshest of babbling sounds, touching the ancient stones. My hiraeth is at ease. This is a much needed respite from the loud tumult of modernity's fears. I linger a while in this place where everything feels fresh. I do not enter the next level that calls to me in the music of brook and stone. I chose to carry this calm back to the sun time of my physical body in bed. It is a warm, steady sensation, this fluidity upon the ancient stones. It is song steady. I part ways from the chaos of moderities fears.

It Takes One

My story today from a dream last night.

I live in a small village. The American helicopter lands once again with it's troops for us to feed. We are told they are here to protect us. Even though we are not part of that story, we feed them. It's a good trade as many of them have the best stories. On one visit the leader of the soldiers refused to get back on that war bird. I saw into this as he dropped one knee and stayed his ground. Many did not get on that helicopter and a few did. When it took off I saw into the decay of this and all helicopters like it. So it is I say to the village, this one man's act of defiance cloaked us from their warring maps. We celebrated that night and I dreamed onward for my people.

These men of a country I never knew existed, stayed with us and families grew. Where the first man who dropped a knee to the earth and refused the war bird, a black crystal grew. It was taller then any man or woman of the village. It's many surfaces allowed the people to gaze from the eye of any celestial sphere. Soon after we found we too could be as spheres, the animals of the jungle came to gaze at it's surfaces. The people no longer needed the black crystal to see or travel. We were master dreamers. After a while a Tiger came and the villagers wondered what a Tiger might see in the mirror of sight. I saw in my dream boar, antelope, birds, and monkeys. When visiting one evening a lightning came from the sky. The Tiger opened up and stones like a fountain came from the belly of Tiger. When we gathered them in and made necklaces, we discovered the worlds of all animals. The necklaces had opened up our hearts so we speak, one species to another. The crystal turned clear.

"To bring the flat landers out into the deeper order of reality is not enough." I understand this statement from her. We have had so many conversations through the years. This morning from a lovely talk with her, I wrote this:

Wellness and Attitude

If one takes the attitude of ritual into reforming daily habits there is a deepening of wellness in the practice. Undoubtly this will lead to staying the new healthier habit. Bringing stressfull thoughts and attitude into the action of shifting habits is like swimming up stream to get to the same shore that is there right beside and below you. 

Art: Jonathan Rhys

Choose Your Mind

"... I hope that you'll always remember that your life is charmed, and that your magic is you; and you don't have to prove anything to yourself or anyone else to get it!"
Jane Roberts
The Further Education of Oversoul Seven

I wake up at 4:00am and review a dream. When I go to look up the name of a cartoon that was playing on the IPad in the dream, I see I have a text from my sister in messenger. She is in Copenhagen. Next I am back to sleep with some delightful energy, including a read about trees from a dear Dallas sister.

Choose Your Mind

I am walking up steps into a building like the style of the University Library in Copenhagen, except the arches are created from pillars of trees that design themselves into the red brick. The lights from the windows vary in shape, color, intensity and movement. As I step through the door way I feel the heart pulse of these trees and movement of brick so luscious. When I go inside and I am discovered to be from Earth, there is a conference of elders. At this point I don't know if I am in trouble, a celebrity or something other? What happened next had me chanting, don't leave this dream, stay calm, stay calm… I experience a bustle of lights varying in color and intensity presenting in the shape of spheres down the hallway. Then they dart towards me as if they might spear into me, they do not. What comes next is a luscious sensation of shaking and tidal waving into my space or creating space? They step into human form at this point. 

We can offer you a choice of any mind you wish. 

An immense delight wells up inside me, again I chant, stay calm, stay calm… 
Well ok, I have many curiosities like science and art, sensation exploration, and Beauty. 

Oh yes. Excellent.

We move into the first archway as if we were floating like the candles in the commons area in Harry Potter. First the literary mind. I watch a swirl of light and colors with a delight and feel pleased that I no longer need to chant. I am finally grounded and centered here. This mixture is then held into an embrace by one and we move onto the next arches. When they prepare me to leave I catch the concept that they were surprised to see me again. Before I could ask what this meant they opened their embraces and a tapestry formed, warm and safe around my body. I shoot like a bullet back to my body in bed. I was surprised not to startle awake but lingered instead on that very thin edge of liminal.  

Some of my thoughts on the liminal edge: I think of what my teacher says and knows for himself. I have the map inside me to return. I am determined to return with this tapestry woven from my choose of minds and experinces here in this body on earth. How fantastic this second half of life. I am hoping to bring back delight to those that wrapped me safe and warm, lit up in swirls of color. I wonder, how many times has my Soul visited this place? I don't even know what this place/space is? What if I wrote my way back? What would that look like? Perhaps this: I write two stories. One as an ancient Soul having lived many lives on other worlds and this is my first visit to the world called Earth. One where I am an ancient Soul, having lived many lives on Earth and preparing to live on another for the first time. This world just there at the edge of my dreams, stirs an aching longing and so i know I have lived it before. The thing is both stories, holding no time, are the same story. Kind of like how when one lives in the Now, future and past are available without directionality. 

Feelings upon waking fully into my body in bed: 1. Excitement (chanting and breathing deep: breath, breath, breath…) 2. Surprise. I didn't startle awake away from the liminal edge as I felt so much  excitement. 3. Love.