I want you to imagine that we all stand in a field...
the grass beneath our feet... a slight warm breeze... its a beautiful
dawn... the skies are just being kissed by the waking sun... the
moon casts her last glow and is sinking into the other horizon...
there is the last brightest stars above... and grey wispy clouds
scurry across the sky
Allow your bare feet to scrunch the grass... its
a wee bit damp with dew... I can smell the crushed grass and mosses...
look around... you will be able to see the rest of us... notice
our clothing... we can discuss it when we come back
We seem to be waiting for something... ahh there
it is... away over there... towards the rising sun... a faint
light... we start to walk across the damp grass... the smells
of crushed grass and herbs reaches us... i can hear something
as we walk... its like the sound of waves breaking on the shore...
but there’s no sea here... a bird launches itself out of
the grass... startling us all... it flies above us until we are
no longer a threat to its nest... notice her colours... as we
get far enough away, her alarm call changes to singing.. Welcoming
the dawn... soon she is joined by other dawn choruses... and the
sky, as it lightens, reveals many different birds.. All singing
their songs
Very soon we get to a sandy path... the air has
a tang... the sounds of waves are much louder and as we approach
the person with the light... they turn and seem to vanish downwards...
ahh... its a winding path down to a beach... from up here it looks
a long way down... but the path is easy... we make our way down
to the beach...
Soft golden sand slides through our toes... slightly cool... the
torch bearer stands at the edge of the beautiful surf... he faces
the sea... his torch fluttering in the breeze... way out to sea
a fog bank roils...
clouds of fog... thick... white... seem to be coming to us...
he turns to us and says... you will shortly meet
a guide... your guide... your main guide... sometimes called a
guardian angel... they are coming now... as he says this... I
can see a blurred shape in the fogbank... it seems to be a Viking
long ship... the prow carved into a long necked mythological creature
As we stand and wait, a calm falls upon us...
a feeling of joy and serenity... of expectation and excitement...
soon the fogbank sweeps into the beach... the grey ship beaches
and figures step out into the surf... our guides come to us and
we recognise the one for us... our guide... they come towards
us ... meet us... embrace us... joy... calm and laughter are my
feelings
the fog swirls around the boat and we follow our
guide to a quiet place on the beach... out of the fog into the
sunlight... notice as clearly as you can... what they wear...
the era the seem to come from... the culture
the colours... for a little while.. go with them and enjoy their
company... ask them questions... you might get no answer... or
you may... you might like to ask a name to call them... you might
like to ask for advice... guidance... you will want to ask how
to recognise them... ask them to give you a physical sign to show
you when they are there in real life... a calling card if you
like... so I will be quiet for a short time while you spend some
time with them...
If you are finding it hard to 'hear ' what they say... just enjoy
their company... or feel what there answer is... like you feel
where things are in your room when its pitch black... trust your
instincts... believe... have faith
there is a change in the wind direction.... our guides tell us...
they will soon have to go... the tide is turning
we have a little time
They give us each a last message... a snippet
of a possible future... close future event... something to prepare
for... and as they stand beside us... we turn to look at the fog
bank swirling around the boat... the waves sound returns... the
cry of seagulls above... the sun warming us... for a moment allow
the suns warmth to fill you... filling u with energy and warmth...
our guide smile at us.. take our arm or hand and we start towards
the fog... we stop at the edge of the surf... our guides embrace
us... tell us... we are always here... use us... ask us for help...
you have to ask so that we can help... we can only do so much..
and we need you to come and meet us...
They wave and turn towards the boat... soon they are lost in the
swirling fog... mere grey shapes... they climb aboard... the fog
moves forward to surround us all in its coolness... i can hear
angelic voices... a choir... soaring in exultation and joy...
we will bring these sounds and this wonderful feeling back with
us
Tthe fog slowly recedes as the boat returns to
deeper water... leaving a feeling of joy and calm within us...
we stand in the sunshine... with shining cheeks reddened by the
breeze and the cool foggy air
and watch the fog bank disappear into the horizon... i know that
we can come here anytime... i know that my guides dont need these
images to meet with me... but sometimes... it helps me connect
We take a deep shuddering breath... and return...
you will remember what you need to….. take a sip of water
... thankyou all xxx
