I have a story. There’s no reason for it, only a collaboration of many dreams, visions and ideas that have come into my life over the course of the last ten years. As I sit here listening to Book of Days by Enya, my belly begins to stir, as if I need to DO something.
Well, right now, all I can think of is that I need to WRITE.
A few years ago, I began a novel. It’s nowhere finished. I’m only about 42,000 words into it, so I’m just a little over 1/3 done. The story alone is beautiful, but it’s missing something. It’s one of the reasons why I haven’t moved forward on it. Last year I may have worked on it 3-5 times. Towards the end of the year I did work on it before and after work for a total of 6 hours, but quite honestly, I’m not making the dent I was hoping for.
But right now I have these visions and dreams that NEED and will be a part of my story. Yet, right now, I feel like I want to give you a glimpse of my story. Like a section off a section of the story itself.
Have you ever had the feeling of euphoric bliss? You know that feeling that comes with such ecstacy you are almost certain it isn’t real. It is almost as if you are having an out of body experience. The feeling begins in the solar plexus of your body, that shoots downward, upward and outward in fissions of pure delight and joy. Sometimes we even see “speckles of stars” from our peripheral vision, let alone an absolute feeling of such deep emotion it can bring you to tears.
And how deeply sad that we, as humans, rarely have that opportunity to feel what our souls only know?
When we transferred into the physical body during the contract negotiations of the life we were going into, one of the very things we give up is the constant state of euphoria. When you are behind the veil, that very veil that the human race has sadly been kept on the other side of, you only know of your ego’s needs and desires. At times of desperation, we turn to things that will give us temporary states of bliss. Be that in foods, relationship, drugs, alcohol, medicines, etc…they are all ego sanctioned properties that the soul does not experience, because it is the HUMAN aspect of this life that gives us this opportunity to be a part of.
The soul, as we know, is pure. Our soul is the essence of the being. So in order for that being to understand the physical matters of the world, the soul creates a contract that lists the lessons the soul is willing to endure in order to ascend into higher levels of consciousness, leading us closer to our Prime Creator.
There is no ONE Heaven. In fact, there are many. So many, in fact, it is not even worth to count, because there are just too many for our Heavens are as vast as the Universe itself. And just think: Our galaxy is one of 100 billion stars. And outside of our galaxy, scientists counted 100 billion galaxies. A person would have to be supremely arrogant to think we are the only beings living. Can you ONLY imagine all the other beings out there, let alone galaxies and Heavens? We look at our one little planet…Earth. How glorious she is. How beautiful. When we think of Heaven, many people who believe in certain religious dream of a big city where people who are good go to. And that people who are bad, go to Hell.
My dears, I wish it was only that simple.
I do not believe in Hell. Well, at least the Hell that is described in modern day. We are beautiful beings of light that our Creator made in the image of themselves. No one can ever get me to agree that there is a place that this loving and compassionate Creator throws these sinful humans for eternity.
In saying that, I DO believe that there is a dark and desolate place for people who need additional lessons learned before they are able to enter the Eternal Heavens. Some people call it Purgatory. I really don’t call it anything, because I try very hard today not to label. But in my heart, I do believe this place exists. And then and only then, when the ego has been pulled apart and broken down to the essence of humility, do these beautiful but scarred souls release themselves into the eternal bliss of Oneness with God.
(Credit: Ryan Wykoff)
I also believe in other races outside the Human race on Earth. I believe in the Sirians, the Arturians, the Pleiadians, the Andromedans, the Orions and countless other species that inhabit the grand Universe. With these other races, we are only then given the chance to reach out to so many other Heavens. But all these Heavens are provided for and Created none other than the Prime Creator, we all know as God.
This, is what I see when I close my eyes at night.
I hear soft whispers of singing and humming, along with ripples of energy waves that look like rainbows floating in the skies. The skies, depending on where I am, are colors of Purple, Blue, Green, Aqua, Yellow, Pink and Orange. They are almost hyper in color. I smell scents of Jasmine and Honeysuckle, Sandalwood and Sage, Sweet Grass and Lavender. I am in the best of health, and have found myself on many occasions being able to fly, jump hundreds of feet into the air, and land as if I was a dried leaf landing on its final resting place. I have strength beyond my wildest imagination. But there is one thing I cannot leave out. The joy. The euphoria. The absolute state of ecstatic bliss I feel in this state is beyond comprehension.
I look out to the iridescent seas of aqua and almost a metallic white (as I said, the colors are almost hyper, or neon)…I have an energy pulsating within me, sending sweet sparks of happiness through what I would think to be my veins. I am ready to go to my Eternal Home.
What does my home look like, you ask?
From what I can remember, the air itself has a pink aura to it. It might be because almost every tree where I live has beautiful sweet pink flowers blossoming from them. The day light hours are always hazy but no humidity. Nighttime turns the beautiful blue skies a light purple, with stars so many it is impossible to count. In a way, it is always Springtime. There are paths around this area that are made of crystals and cobblestones. The houses where souls live, are different shapes and sizes, but all made from the same material: Crystal, a luminous metal of some sort and birch wood. Parts of the homes are decorated with the most beautiful gemstones of emeralds, diamonds, rubies and so forth. My “village” or “town” that I live in is always buzzing with some form of celebration. Music is always playing, everyone is so happy and so peaceful. If I had to put a physical look to it, my home is a combination of the town of Duillond and The Shire from Middle Earth. It might be why both these places always stirred some emotional connection within me. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, below are some pictures of the perceived look of these places…
I look up into the sky, and see beautiful ships passing by, as well as comet-looking streaks that gives me the acknowledgement that they are indeed, fellow souls on their travels.
So, imagine if you will, a never-ending Spring time. Everywhere you go, there are flowers and trees continually blossoming and yet, always fruitful. The colors are extremely vivid, almost overwhelming your sense of sight. Even the air itself, has a buzzing energy you can actually see as metallic flecks of rainbow energy dazzling around you, as if pixie dust was actually part of the atmosphere. The sky during the day was a bright sky blue, while the Sunrise and Sunset gave off dazzling hues of reds, purples, pinks and orange. The nighttime sky was a shade of lavender purple that makes the starry skies light up in magical wonderment.
These are my thoughts, my visions, my dreams. It is what helps me sink into sleep at night. To dream of this heavenly home like the Undying Lands in Tolkien stories or Valhalla in the Norse tales. As if Ireland, Scotland, the Maldives and New Zealand decided to become one big land. That is my heaven. I hope to share my story to you all one day. Now, if only a publisher would be remotely interested in a story like this?