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.