Moonrise 13Moon Digital Magazine Volume 1, Number 11 - December 11, 2015 | Page 25

ers from Spirit:

Waking dreams

their aphrodisiac scents elevating my mood. Everything is in the fullness of
bloom. Additionally, in the distance, there is a waterfall, though I am unable
to see it.
Unable to move from this spot, it crosses my mind I have actually stepped
into Summerland - the place where souls go when they transition from one
phase of being to the next. As most people never glimpse Summerland until
they transition, I find myself excited by this spontaneous visitation and
welcome the opportunity to interact consciously in the place outside of time.
Turning to look behind me, I notice what appears to be a purple pathway
appearing out of nowhere. I recognize it as a flowing, unfurling ribbon of
semi-translucent purple silk. As it reaches me, the sumptuous fabric wraps
itself loosely around me and continues on its way over the horizon until I can
no longer see the ribbon's end.
The fabric dances against my skin, releasing luminous iridescent sparkles
overhead - like pixie dust. Dancing higher and higher, the sparkles magically
transform into beautiful flights of colorful butterflies, their wing scales
reflecting radiantly against the sunlit backdrop. Soon the sky fills with the
soft, lilting flutter of butterfly wings spiraling above me like a funnel to the
heavens.
As the billowing silk continues flowing through the air ahead of me, I keep
hearing, "... just follow the thread". The voice is light and airy, drifting
through my consciousness carried on the wind. If I hadn't been paying
attention, I would have missed the message, which keeps repeating, so I
close my eyes to take it all in. Upon opening them again, I realize I am no
longer alone.
Her name is isn’t important. Her message is. For a few minutes, we sit in
silence just looking at each other. I am whole and in the flesh, she is in
her spirit form – the only parts of her I can truly discern come from her
penetrating and luminous green eyes - like large fire lit emeralds. In my
Continued on next page

Moonrise

December 2015

Page 25