Membrane To Heaven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The gilded ruby  one

danced around me with gossamer wings

weaving infinity into light.

Speaking without song or seduction

I followed her through the veils she pierced

into a bejeweled wormhole more brilliant than a thousand suns.

 

Neither falling nor flying . . .

 

Landing in a world of living colors;

pulsating, palpable, glowing, flowing prisms;

inseparable light.

It was there he without form or face appeared offering to teach me the golden breath;

to gift me another realm

a different truth . . .

 

Neither here nor there

I wanted to stay . . .

 

 

Early morning hours 3/6/18: A lucid dream is a dream during which the dreamer is aware of dreaming. Are we really dreaming or is our soul traveling and we are conscious of its journey? This poem is a result of a journey I took in the dream realm. A hummingbird approached me on a different plane of existence; pure white light. She asked me if I wanted to see a different place. She pierced a thin veil – a membrane between planes and a wormhole of light so soft and yet bright appeared. We traveled through it to a land of colors. Colors I have never seen or experienced before as a human being. Colors that were both peaceful and joyous. I could have stayed in that place forever but, she asked me if I wanted to travel further. I said yes. At that precise moment a being appeared. He felt masculine but, I could not see a shape or face; again, only light. He asked me if I wanted to experience the golden light. I agreed and before me appeared this massive field of golden light that words cannot truly describe. It was stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful and intelligent; carrying an ancient wisdom. He asked me to step into it and then instructed me to breath it in. As I took deep, purposeful breaths I could feel the golden light merging with every cell in my being. I felt it moving through me, becoming me or me becoming it and the very essence of my DNA being altered. I stayed there in breath and beauty for a very long time until the hummingbird returned. She spun around me and I woke up. I have spent the last two days in joy I cannot begin to describe. I do not know what or why I was shown that, I have learned Creator gifts to us wisdom and in time we fully integrate it – understand it – or we don’t but, I am truly grateful and humbled by the experience.

 

Blessings,

Elizabeth

 

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