I haven’t been able to quiet my mind enough to get back to that little valley I wrote about in an earlier entry. I don’t know, maybe the little glimpse served its purpose and that path is closed until there is something new to learn. Any glimpses I do get are pale imitations at best. As if I’m seeing it through a curtain rather than feeling I was really there.
I’ve always been a little dubious about claims that you can cross the veil between the worlds at will and on our terms. I believe we’re allowed a glimpse if it will allow our spirit to learn and grow. A message to be sent, the introduction of a guide, a prayer answered; but on the spirit’s terms, not ours. I suspect that’s part of our problem. We catch a glimpse of the beauty just beyond our reach and very much out of our control.
Most of us aren’t content with knowing the other world exists, but we can’t visit anytime we want. I wonder if so much alcohol and drug abuse comes from our attempts to bridge the gap only to find that the gap gets wider and wider and the locks on the door become stronger and stronger. Try and force the vision and you go blind and deaf.
When I started down that dream path I wasn’t expecting to find a heron fishing. Summer birds speeding between tree and bush. The songs of wind, grasses and water. A duck and a goose or two; those were the pieces I’d used to build the dream path. A sudden splash, a glimpse through the branches, and there it was. A great blue heron, in all its beauty. The heron can act as a spirit guide and it does feel right to me. The vision of the bird in the dream waters may have been the purpose of that particular journey. Even if I didn’t know it atthe time.
I do believe that there is intelligence on this planet beyond human understanding and beyond the edges of our awareness. We can perceive so little of what is around us. A tiny band of light is visible to us. A fraction of the sounds the world makes can be heard by us. We see and hear so little and yet we believe we see and hear all. And we’ve been carefully taught by the ones who attempt to control access to the worlds of the spirit to distrust anything beyond our limited senses.
Tricks of the devil, snares of demons, anything we can’t explain is a snare set to trip us up. And the torments of Hell begin to resemble the sick imaginings of disturbed minds rather than anything the Lady or the Lord of all could or would ever visit on any of their children, no matter how simple or small. God/dess that is no way to live. For anyone or anything.