Before the year ended, there were a few more classes with Bart to attend. We had our Wednesday night class last week and it was really the most refreshing one we've had for quite some time. Bart's wife Alisa was able to show up, and along with Mel and Nicki, we had a great energy between us. Richard was able to come down and join us after not too long, and that just amplified everything even more. It really did feel like sitting around with your family, those ones you can share anything with. We had a great time doing some Reiki for Alisa, it was really a group effort. It was very nice to be part of the healing energies there. We finished up the night discussing religion and spirituality and sharing our views on all of the above. We stayed together, talking and laughing long after the classes normal ending time. It was simply divine.
And then, there was Thursday. Headed over to Bart's house, as per usual. I was just in time to say hi to Alisa before she left for the doctor. Bart and I pretty much spent the whole day trying to come up with ideas of topics for the Wednesday night class. We came up with a pretty good list, likely enough topics there to last the better part of a year. Although Bart seemed only marginally interested in helping me come up with ideas, Alisa came back from the doctor like a super hero and added some ideas to the list for me. She apparently shares my concern over not having topics for each of these classes and was happy to see me coming up with a definitive list. I couldn't help it, it just felt right. I use Mel as my guinea pig for these things, and she's told me a number of times that she would rather have some idea of what to expect when she shows up instead of asking people what they want to talk about when we get there. I tend to agree.
Anyway, we finished up our discussion and then it was off to meditation. We had quite a few people show up for the meditation, which brought an incredible energy to the room. After some time talking about this and that, we turned out the lights and began our breathing exercises. As I closed my eyes, I didn't feel the immediate pull off to somewhere else that I sometimes do. This was a more subtle transition into another place. Bart started us off by imagining a sphere of energy floating over our heads and that we were taking breath in from this sphere and breathing it out of our bodies in all directions. I imagined mine becoming larger and larger with each breath, and after 7 breaths or so, it was able to encompass the larger part of our solar system.
As I released my thought from this exercise, I began to see myself kneeling next to a large pond. I've described this place before; it's an area that exists directly below the sacred mount on Nebaddon. It's a pond formed at the perpendicular junction of two rock faces cut in the side of a mountain by an immense waterfall. The source of the waterfall is obscured by mist on a near-constant basis, so you can't directly see where the water comes from but you know it's quite high. The water, however, does not seem to make a disturbing sound, nor does the water really ripple with turbulence. The pond never overflows, even though thousands of gallons must be pouring into it each minute. At the shore of the pond extended a grand field of grass and flowers of varieties that were simultaneously startlingly beautiful and strangely foreign. If one were facing the waterfall and held out their left arm, they would find themselves pointing at the mouth of a cave that was the entrance to this incredible place. It's quite a beautiful thing, really. I recommend going there. Often.
So as I began to see things fade into solidity around me, I noticed that Mae, the luminaria, was also kneeling beside me. I was wearing a white loose outfit, much like a Chinese kung fu uniform and Mae, of course, was just glowing white light in a human-like shape and size (likely for my minds benefit of recognition and familiarity). We just sat the for quite some time while Bart murmured somewhere softly in the background about breathing from here and taking it there and doing this other thing. It was all far away and unimportant. The only thing of importance was Mae and this sacred pond. She was the first to break the silence. "Your prayer has been heard throughout creation. It certainly wont be long now."
I replied by nodding and staring straight ahead. "This place certainly is less crowded than the last time I was here", I mused. My last visit, this area was where everyone ended up after Gabriel showed me the gold in the alcove on the sacred mount. Just then, as if on cue, my dragon floated down through the mist and settled herself on top of the water. She greeted me by breathing over me with her cleansing blue fire. She must have read my last blog or something (don't you know? Dragons read blogs too...) because she commented about me calling her 'unnamed'. She said, "I have many names, love, but you may call me Formare." I just smiled, noting to myself that I should look that word up later and see what it means.
Mae stood up and motioned for me to do the same. She stood facing me and stepped towards me. She held up her right hand and rested it upon my left cheek, and I followed her lead, placing my right hand on her left cheek. Then she put her left hand over the top of mine, and I did the same. She came closer to me until her forehead was touching mine and she whispered, "Come close, I have something to show you."
Then we seemed to freeze in place and Bart's instructions for the group meditation grew louder and clearer. He was asking everyone to imagine the color of the sphere above their head changing color on the count of 3, 2, 1... And as he did this, I saw one singular sphere appear over the both of our heads, a seeming culmination of our two energies in one spherical shape above both of our heads. When he counted down, the sphere transitioned from pure white to a light Robin's-egg blue. It began to feed this light blue energy into the both of us. A few minutes later, Bart counted down again and the light changed to a yellow, bright and clear, but still subtle and gentle. A few minutes later, he counted down a last time and the sphere took on a brilliant golden hue. And still, the world of Nebaddon seemed frozen.
Then Bart told us to imagine elevator doors opening in front of us. We were to enter the elevator and take it to the top. And so I did this with my full awareness, while still maintaining full awareness of my presence in Nebaddon. I rode the elevator up to the tenth floor and when the door opened, I was engulfed by that same brilliant golden light that had just illuminated the sphere. The gold became everything, and then I was back by the pond with Mae and Formare. I looked around slowly and began to notice that everything had become gold. The water in the pond, the grass and flowers, even Formare had become a stunning living golden dragon. I looked toward the waterfall and couldn't help but blurt out a laugh when I saw that there was a rainbow reflected in the mist, also gold. The rainbow still had the same look, as in there were still 7 distinct ribbons of color, but they were all gold. I was amazed by this, and as I looked beyond it to the waterfall, I noticed that the waterfall was not gold in it's entirety, it seemed to regain its original color some ways up the waterfall. The gold seemed to just begin at one spot in the waterfall in what was a barely discernible arc shape.
I turned to look at Mae, and I must have had the wanderlust look of a kid in a candy store because she began to giggle at me a little, then bowed her head to me. I bowed back to her graciously, then felt Formare asking me to go for a ride. I ran across the water to her (yes, this too was pretty spectacular, the whole walking on water thing, but after everything turning gold, it seemed to pale in comparison I guess) and hopped upon her back and gave her the biggest hug I could manage, given the massive size difference and the lack of proper leverage. She turned back toward me and nuzzled me with her cheek and then we were off.
As we began to fly, things started to fall into place. As we approached the landscape, it was changing. It was it's normal luscious array of colors in the distance, but as we approached it at a low speed, it all began to change to gold. The ground, the mountains, even the clouds as we began to move higher. I looked behind us and saw that as we passed, everything passed back to it's original color. I was once again amazed into a stunned silence, and surely my face looked like a fish out of water. We looped back around toward the pond as the meditation was wrapping up and Bart was calling us back to our physical consciousness. I hung on to the sense of flying for just a little longer before slipping away back into the dimly lit meditation room. As I opened my eyes, for a moment everything was still gold, but quickly the color reasserted it's authority over the room and I saw the reds and greens and blues once again.
It left me in a state of bliss and deep thought for many hours afterward, and as I went to sleep that night, I could once again feel that golden aura radiating from me, changing the very color of everything around. I'm beginning to become more convinced that all of these visions of gold might be more literal than figurative. I think that when this money does come through, it will be real actual gold. I guess we'll just wait and see. But until a mysterious chest full of gold coins does show up in my possession, I am off to continue applying for jobs and calling a few leads I have.
By the way, I looked up Formare. Apparently it's Italian and it means to form, to create, to shape and also to educate. How fitting. I love my guides, they can be so clever sometimes.
