I wish I could draw or paint the vision I held this morning. I will try to depict it with words, but they will not be enough.
Back in 2000 and something, I spent some evenings at The College of Psychic Studies, there is some irony in the fact that I cannot exactly remember what I was studying, but I went diligently and, from recollection, eagerly, every week for a term. One thing I did take away with me was Pete.
Pete is my spirit guide (and here I enter into a whole new paradigm, an area that can connect and also alienate, but I hope that even the die-hard sceptics can read the message rather than the messenger). I’m not going to describe him in great detail except to say that he really makes me laugh, more than anyone I know. I used to chat with him fairly regularly in my meditations and then parenting happened and I lost my grounding a little.
In the last few weeks, I’ve been meditating again and have reconnected with Pete, who is as charming and witty as ever. This morning, as I floated in the bath, with the kids playing around me, Pete showed me Expansion.
He showed me the middle of a space where all around me as far as the eye could see were these swirls of blues, every hue and tone. Like swimming in the most exotic of seas and yet instead of water, more like luxurious silks and threads. It was beautiful, peaceful and so clear. I knew that every emotion that I placed here became diluted and softened as it spread throughout the space. That I could hold my hardest and most challenging feelings and set them free here, to be energetically dispersed. There was an understanding that nothing was right or wrong but simply that anything that felt too strong could be spread out and lightened and it was called Expansion.
It is a glorious, glorious place and one that I wanted to share….