Monthly Archives: December 2015

Messages from the Other Dimension

In case you wanted to know what being me for 5 minutes is like.

As I lay there relaxed I could feel my eyes wanting to see further. I knew that if I just let myself go there, and see things inside out, then I would see again. I relaxed and dimmed my eyes a little, testing it out. If I would let myself see things as inverted I would see what I had been avoiding for all this time. It was in that moment that I felt and saw in my mind this fine line of real and unreal. I let myself see what was real, but now I could see the line and all that was beneath it. So I let go and held on to the calm place of certainty that this is a gift. I stared straight ahead and immediately saw 3 spirits of women where my fan was. They were dressed in gray tattered clothes and their cheeks plumped with delight as I looked at them. “Oh, she sees us!”, one exclaimed to the others. Another one looked directly at me and said “We’ve been with you since the 18th century.” Before I could ask them anything more, I was startled by the noise in the house and brought back abruptly to where I began. It became too difficult to communicate with them from this place, so I relaxed a bit. As I scanned the house I suddenly realized I was surrounded by spirits watching me as they encircled the outer edges of the room, yet the rest of the house was empty. “Have they always been here?”, I wondered. I knew I must be doing something of importance to generate this much attention. I turn back to my book about a writer that becomes a Vodou priest in order to create his book, but he must undergo days of darkness and being blindfolded as the spirits communicate with or possibly possess him. “We know its hard for you, you just want a normal life, but it has never been.” One of the women spoke gently. I looked at her puzzled. “We remember you. You don’t remember us.” They moved closer and one stroked my hair and their presence felt very nurturing in that moment. I appreciated their attentiveness and compassion. Just as I started to find comfort in their presence the metaphorical light bulb went off. Oh. “You guys want to go to the light? That’s why you’ve been here all this time?” Time to send them off I guess. “Yes, but when you have a moment.” I thought of how gracious they were even though they had waited since the 18th century and I laughed to myself. I blessed them and sent them off. I turned back to my book finishing the first chapter quickly. I felt something else tugging at me, wanting my attention. I put down the book and someone from the circle speaks. “You finished the entire chapter on darkness and you didn’t get scared.”, one being spoke.  “What do you mean, why would I be scared? I’m fine”, I said abruptly. Suddenly there was a momentary flash of everything I would be afraid of if I was blindfolded in the dark in a cave for days. I laughed out loud from the image and the fact that he so eagerly and quickly shot back to me refuting what I said. I pondered the image for a moment. Strange animals touching me, bugs crawling on me, something eating me perhaps. It was in that moment I wondered if we are born fearing things or if we have learned to fear them. I quickly cleared all the energy that those things brought up until I could see the image and imagine myself being naturally calm. “Thank you.” I said. “You better write this down now.” he said.