Something about your room retains an opening into the next plane. When I am back at the other house although I dream, I don’t travel with you in the way that I do from your room.
As I lay in your bed and watch the beautiful face of the winged woman staring down at me, feeling the colours of the beautiful mandala paintings on the wall above the bed, I drift into a state of being that is neither asleep nor awake. And there you are, hand reaching out as I see myself rise from the bed ready to journey out to heal. We write the reiki symbols on each other’s hands once more and find ourselves somewhere else in a place designed for consoling those who are bereaved. This is our work tonight. Our minds project conversations without our lips moving, our unspoken words transferring comfort to those sitting holding on to their grief. Empathy and compassion fills our auras as we sit and hold hands of so many sad souls. Our earthly minds both know this bereavement and thus our soul understands that the truly loved are always with us. Many who have transcended this world have already created their shining path Home and we are able to explain this to those we bring comfort to. Then you move to one side to sit before The Master away from the place we are. I watch as the observer as your whole being is bathed in His light. How long? I do not know, it does not matter because time is an earthly creation and is infinite in the worlds we travel. All I know is that these nights exhaust me; the nights when we travel together healing as required of us. I awoke in your bed about 6.30 vaguely aware that the children were being woken up to get ready for school and I sank back into a dreamless sleep not waking until 9.30.
Your room almost seems like a portal and your bed is the transformer.
Namaste
6th September 2024
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