A Vision of Flight
Very intense, especially considering the shortness of my ritual. I cast no circle, I didn't even bring my staff out to the backyard with me. I knew I'd have no trouble focusing my energy, keeping my concentration. So I talked to the candle flame a bit about my year, sang an old Native American song to it, and walked in circles around and around the candle, singing "Into the Fire" by Sarah MacLachlan, my favourite Beltane song. I sang it out of order a bit, but I knew those listening wouldn't mind. I touched the small red maple, smiled, and leaped. Hit ground, curled up- took a moment to push away consciousness, the distracting sounds of the city. But with effort, I shoved my awareness away.
Saw a strange glyph in my mind. A circle, spinning slowly, and something else inside it, standing still.
And I felt my spirit breaking free. (I don't think this was an OBE, haven't done one of those for years . . . but when I get a Vision, it's usually as immersive as a nonlucid night-dream.) I rushed up and up, faster and faster. My spirit-body morphed into something sharp, sleek, hawklike. Then my wings grew larger- I became cranelike? Wings were clear, but the rest was hard to tell about these spirit-bodies . . . I kept changing, faster and faster, as if the speed of my ascent was changing me, urging new shapes out of me. I broke through to higher level. Like a baby dolphin doing its first out-of-sea jump. Things slowed down, I was shocked and amazed . . . and friendly/interested presences around me were amazed as well, that I could break through that barrier with such ease. I drifted, soared, a current kept pulling me steadily up, though slower than before. There was pleasure, joy . . . a sense of celebration amongst the presences.
Something urged me to open my eyes. I was up on my knees, arms extended, and staring straight through the trees above me to the beige clouds behind. I felt myself drifting up, that current gently tugging me, and I knew I'd see the other side of those branches soon. And the other side of those clouds. And the other side of this stratosphere.
There are a multitude of meanings for a Vision like this, but the worst one I can think of is a cynically literal one that certain of my friends are probably thinking as they read this . . . that I'll truly crack up, become delusional, think myself capable of flight, and funny/sad antics ensue until they lock me away.
I won't go into my real interpretations that this might be indicating, I'm too excited and there's a naked Julius who's rather impatient for me to get to bed. No worries, all, I'll make him put on three condoms. ;)
Saw a strange glyph in my mind. A circle, spinning slowly, and something else inside it, standing still.
And I felt my spirit breaking free. (I don't think this was an OBE, haven't done one of those for years . . . but when I get a Vision, it's usually as immersive as a nonlucid night-dream.) I rushed up and up, faster and faster. My spirit-body morphed into something sharp, sleek, hawklike. Then my wings grew larger- I became cranelike? Wings were clear, but the rest was hard to tell about these spirit-bodies . . . I kept changing, faster and faster, as if the speed of my ascent was changing me, urging new shapes out of me. I broke through to higher level. Like a baby dolphin doing its first out-of-sea jump. Things slowed down, I was shocked and amazed . . . and friendly/interested presences around me were amazed as well, that I could break through that barrier with such ease. I drifted, soared, a current kept pulling me steadily up, though slower than before. There was pleasure, joy . . . a sense of celebration amongst the presences.
Something urged me to open my eyes. I was up on my knees, arms extended, and staring straight through the trees above me to the beige clouds behind. I felt myself drifting up, that current gently tugging me, and I knew I'd see the other side of those branches soon. And the other side of those clouds. And the other side of this stratosphere.
There are a multitude of meanings for a Vision like this, but the worst one I can think of is a cynically literal one that certain of my friends are probably thinking as they read this . . . that I'll truly crack up, become delusional, think myself capable of flight, and funny/sad antics ensue until they lock me away.
I won't go into my real interpretations that this might be indicating, I'm too excited and there's a naked Julius who's rather impatient for me to get to bed. No worries, all, I'll make him put on three condoms. ;)