Relax with me for a moment.
Lean back and relax your muscles,
close your eyes to the outer
and open your eye to the inner.
Pause, breathe deeply, then let your breathing
slowly drift into nothingness,
—now listen to what I have to say
about where I AM …
On this grey misty morning I suddenly find myself
by a shore of water that is gently moving
in a swaying motion of peace and calm
yet vibrant with an energy.
Something is suspicious —
as I do not know how I came to be here
— there was no travel, no time, no space.
I just seemed to awaken from a dream
and into this scene of unexpected lightness.
There is an old wooden row boat,
old not ancient,
yet somehow it seems fresh and new,
virginal, unspoiled.
I know it is waiting for me
as I stand here on this shoreline.
The mist is now dense yet translucent,
and there is nothing visible beyond,
however from the distance a fusion of purple mist
is drifting into the grey
and bringing violet light
that is alive with refreshing energy.
I notice that the boat is made of worn wood
and is filled with flower blossoms
of many colors all mingled together.
It is waiting and gently swaying on the soft waves.
The front end of the boat is positioned
to face out onto the water
and I now notice
there is a gas lamp sitting on the bow.
This lamp spreads orange and red light
— it fills the boat with a glow
and I perceive a warmness.
The misty violet light is heavy
and carries a mildly sweet scent
that comes and goes in the gentle breeze.
I am somehow invited to be inside the boat
and I seem to float, ascend, and descend
into a very spacious yet snug space,
all the while feeling the presence
of love surrounding me.
I do not know if there is a destination of travel,
but so far it seems as if travel is instant
requiring no time or space.
It is enough to rest here on the water
in a very old boat in a mist of violet light.
And as I contemplate this,
a group of faeries slowly emerge
from within the blossoms.
They want to entertain me and just sit with me.
I am their guest.
They quietly chatter among themselves.
They dance on my lap with a lightness of step,
and whisper secrets in my ear.
I feel their energy lifting me into a lightness,
perhaps a mild giddiness,
a letting go of any burdens, any heaviness.
They show me a game
of how to make sparks of light
to flicker in the dense fog —
and each spark emits thrills of immense joy
that spreads through my beingness.
This is all manifest for my presence they tell me,
and I know I can come back any time
because this is of course my reality.
The boat continues to shift with the gentle waves
and sooths me into a lucid dream
of who/what I really am,
and I understand how all this comes to be —
the elementals, the light, the mist, the blossoms,
the boat, this game, and this being of my Self.
These dreams within a wakefulness
carry my beingness to a destination
without leaving the shore.
And though nothing is ever as it seems
all is as it should be.
Namaste,
Sweet Dreams,
Sweet Reality,
Cherie Shanti Rose
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Listen to the Audio for this journey here …
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