The Time of Waiting
But wait; there are no voices in this realm of telepathy, empathy and all-knowing. The thought made my heart thump, and I felt my body sitting heavily in my chair and my hands tightening into a fist.
I felt my feet pushing against the carpet beneath me as if to push it away. My eyes flew open to see the physical room, as I heard the traffic sounds outside my window.
“No!” I cried. “I don’t want to be here. I want to be there.”
Just as the doorway to my heart began to close and the tears began to form in the corners of my eyes, a glimmer of light entered the room. Like the wisp of a butterfly’s wing the glimmer fluttered into my heart and stopped the door from closing.
The glimmer floated up to my mind like a feather caught in an updraft. The tears of fear became tears of joy. My clutching hands relaxed and opened—palms up. My feet eased against the carpet, and I felt the comfort of its grounding support.
I calmed myself to remember the world that I believed I had just left. I felt that world, that reality, inside my heart and inside my mind.
I brought it all the way to the tips of my now relaxed hands, down into my toes, through the carpet and into the earth beneath it. The wings of the butterfly changed into the wings of an eagle and wrapped around my body like a cloud of light.
“Home is a state of consciousness,” my friends from within reminded me. “You have journeyed down into the womb of Mother Earth to create a new life, not just for you, not just for the planet, but also for the Light."
“Awaken now and find all of us who have also taken earthen forms. We are also arousing our memories and hearing the call. Like Sleeping Beauty, awakened by the kiss of love,
we are all bringing forth our promise. Now we can know, now we can trust our SELF.”