noises in my throat.
I was no longer afraid for myself or of this creature. It seemed rooted to the spot as though my actions were tying it to the ground.
I looked into the eyes then when I was close. I saw nothing but fear. Yet the fear did not reach me it no longer gave out anything that touched me, its breath was no longer foul to my nose, its darkness no longer a thing of terror. I was absolutely involved with this being. Consumed by it.
I touched it.
The scales were smooth and dry and I could feel it shaking beneath my hand even though it loomed over me and I ought to have had bowels of water I felt only love and compassion for this creature quivering under my touch.
I spoke again and quietly told it that there was nothing to fear. I love you I said with feeling, I won't harm you.
It raised it head and eyes towards the sky and let out a roar that grew louder and louder and the ground shook, the tree trembled to its roots, the ground began to shift, the leaves were blown upwards and it looked as though a mighty wind was blowing from the ground. I let the creature go and stumbled backwards on the heaving ground and fell, twisting backwards.
Blackness filled my eyes and I think I might have been partly knocked out. I was aware with part of my mind the earth coming to rest and the roaring receding in the distance. Whether the roaring did recede or I simply slipped into a faint where everything receded I couldn't swear even on pain of death.
I opened my eyes.
Free Flying
Alone on the valley floor I rested with my back against the tree. I watched the river glinting in the sun as it flowed gently passed. The grass was soft and sweet, the leaves rustled overhead in the gentle breeze. Birds sang in the distance and sun warmed my body and I was at peace.
It was more than peace. I felt clean and whole and a lightness of being that cannot fully be described. I held my head up to the sun and closed my eyes and felt myself floating happily in these idyllic surroundings. It was like sitting on the softest of feather beds, like being on a cushion of air. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment or so I thought at the time. I had no idea of the sweetness to come. Beyond my imagination even at this point in my experience, my journey, my quest.
Opening my eyes I noticed that my perspective had changed. For a moment I was puzzled and then I realised I was actually floating above the ground. Not far but above the ground nevertheless and I struggled thinking I was dreaming while at the same time feeling and knowing I had always been able to do this. As I struggled with this thought I hit the ground with a thump and felt heavy again.
I stood up confused and metaphorically scratched my head. Confusion poured over me along with the strongest sense of deja vu. Had I not dreamt so often throughout my life of being able to float above the ground and move with only my mind to guide me? I was convinced by this dream that had haunted me all my life that this was something I could do, ought to be able to do and yet when awake it was impossible to achieve that lightness of being that allowed me to lift my body just a little off the ground and move forward. The dream in my life was strong. I had often tried to step off the bottom of the stairs and not hit the ground. No matter how I tried I could not access this ability.
Eventually I had to convince myself it was just a very vivid dream. And yet now here I was experiencing the strangest of things and yet had no doubt no matter how bizarre the experience this was far more than a dream, far from a hallucination, I was in a reality and grounded in it as surely as the sun warms the earth. Yet even so a doubt remained that I was dreaming and yet this was no dream. No fakery here, this was all for real. Every weird and bizarre bit of the experience was real.
Like a little cloud above my head the doubt grew to cast a shadow over my being. I was perplexed and puzzled, the more the doubt
I was no longer afraid for myself or of this creature. It seemed rooted to the spot as though my actions were tying it to the ground.
I looked into the eyes then when I was close. I saw nothing but fear. Yet the fear did not reach me it no longer gave out anything that touched me, its breath was no longer foul to my nose, its darkness no longer a thing of terror. I was absolutely involved with this being. Consumed by it.
I touched it.
The scales were smooth and dry and I could feel it shaking beneath my hand even though it loomed over me and I ought to have had bowels of water I felt only love and compassion for this creature quivering under my touch.
I spoke again and quietly told it that there was nothing to fear. I love you I said with feeling, I won't harm you.
It raised it head and eyes towards the sky and let out a roar that grew louder and louder and the ground shook, the tree trembled to its roots, the ground began to shift, the leaves were blown upwards and it looked as though a mighty wind was blowing from the ground. I let the creature go and stumbled backwards on the heaving ground and fell, twisting backwards.
Blackness filled my eyes and I think I might have been partly knocked out. I was aware with part of my mind the earth coming to rest and the roaring receding in the distance. Whether the roaring did recede or I simply slipped into a faint where everything receded I couldn't swear even on pain of death.
I opened my eyes.
Free Flying
Alone on the valley floor I rested with my back against the tree. I watched the river glinting in the sun as it flowed gently passed. The grass was soft and sweet, the leaves rustled overhead in the gentle breeze. Birds sang in the distance and sun warmed my body and I was at peace.
It was more than peace. I felt clean and whole and a lightness of being that cannot fully be described. I held my head up to the sun and closed my eyes and felt myself floating happily in these idyllic surroundings. It was like sitting on the softest of feather beds, like being on a cushion of air. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment or so I thought at the time. I had no idea of the sweetness to come. Beyond my imagination even at this point in my experience, my journey, my quest.
Opening my eyes I noticed that my perspective had changed. For a moment I was puzzled and then I realised I was actually floating above the ground. Not far but above the ground nevertheless and I struggled thinking I was dreaming while at the same time feeling and knowing I had always been able to do this. As I struggled with this thought I hit the ground with a thump and felt heavy again.
I stood up confused and metaphorically scratched my head. Confusion poured over me along with the strongest sense of deja vu. Had I not dreamt so often throughout my life of being able to float above the ground and move with only my mind to guide me? I was convinced by this dream that had haunted me all my life that this was something I could do, ought to be able to do and yet when awake it was impossible to achieve that lightness of being that allowed me to lift my body just a little off the ground and move forward. The dream in my life was strong. I had often tried to step off the bottom of the stairs and not hit the ground. No matter how I tried I could not access this ability.
Eventually I had to convince myself it was just a very vivid dream. And yet now here I was experiencing the strangest of things and yet had no doubt no matter how bizarre the experience this was far more than a dream, far from a hallucination, I was in a reality and grounded in it as surely as the sun warms the earth. Yet even so a doubt remained that I was dreaming and yet this was no dream. No fakery here, this was all for real. Every weird and bizarre bit of the experience was real.
Like a little cloud above my head the doubt grew to cast a shadow over my being. I was perplexed and puzzled, the more the doubt
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