Dec 02, 2010 18:23
I thought I was ready, before we started our ascent. I had been training for weeks, meditating regularly, preparing my mind, body, and soul for the journey.
I wasn't ready. Nothing could have prepared me for it. No one told me how beautiful it was going to be.
It feels almost like a dream here. Everything is calm, everything is safe.
I went to his tomb, and I was ready to revisit that horrible night all over again. I stuffed tissue in my pocket, because I knew that I was going to end up sobbing. Wrong again. It was serene, peaceful.
It's fitting that his tomb was exactly the way he was in life. I stayed there, probably longer then I should, just happy to feel him there again.
I remember thinking once, before we went after the Seers in Colorado Springs, that I could never be an Adept. That I would never have the strength and the heart to walk that road.
Now I'm in Heaven and wrong again.
perfected adept