I've been meditating for a few days now, and as usual, I start with the Grounding & Running Energy before moving into deeper meditations. After being satisfied with that stage today, I moved next into my creative visualization. As has been typical, I wound up on the stone seat in my alabaster gazebo on the planet Therra.
I've noticed that I always arrive sitting comfortably with my back upright and feet solidly on the smooth floor - which is just a mirrored position of where I left from, in my "physical" world meditation chamber. I always arrive at Therra's sanctuary facing eastward, and then spend many moments just basking in the warm glow of a peaceful, bright, midmorning sunlight that streams in at a low angle through the window opposite my resting place. I love how the light washes me in a warm serenity that is so beautiful, describing it almost seems like an offense against the sensation itself.
Today, I stood up and turned to the doorway on my right. In three foot steps I was out from the opening of the gazebo and upon a dirt path that meandered away to what would be the direction of "south". From where I stood, the little path was almost indistinguishable. Although it was overgrown with short grasses and small blue flowers, I could make out a small height variation that revealed the path's edge and its direction. All of the growth surrounding me was bobbing back and forth in a breeze I could only barely feel brushing my face, but it was just as warm and fresh as the heavenly light illuminating the world. Beyond this point, I saw what looked like a broader path that was running perpendicular to my line of sight, and it was some twenty or thirty feet away from where I stood. It was towards that junction in the path that I moved.
At this branching point, I was met with the option to go either left or right, but instead, chose to stand there and observe what was directly out in front of me. It was a beautiful and mesmerizing sight that I've noticed has always been there since my first visitations. I decided that this meditation would reveal to me what it was all about. From here, I was looking out in front of me and noticed that there must have been another twenty feet between the new path on which I stood and an abrupt drop off or cliff. Beyond this narrow swath of land surface, a predominantly pale "bluish-white" colored sky took up my view. However, it was as if this sky could have been composed of an uncountable number of leaded glass prisms floating out there in its airy space. I knew that it was just the sky itself that sparkled, but whatever the force was, I remained for awhile transfixed watching an endless and ever changing array of intense twinkling colors fill the skyscape beyond the cliff.
While standing there mesmerized and fixated on the spectacle that I have come to realize would never dissipate or diminish, I could feel the presence of Andrew materializing just behind me and to the right. As I turned so we could greet each other, he began to speak. "Ah yes. 'The Channel To the Universe'. Isn't it a beautiful and glorious sight?"
I told him that it was impressive ... and very large, and he smiled. He then, invited me to sit down and motioned to a stone bench that was just to our left and on "our side" of the path that spanned the parallel space separating us from the "Channel of the Universe" and its sky colors.
From where we sat, and with Andrew to my right, I could see beside him a gigantic stone vase that stood at least six feet tall and was probably a full three feet in diameter. For a moment I studied the vase and its beautiful arrangement. It was composed of cascading flowers, a large "umbrella" shaped grass mound, and a tall plant with "fanned out" pointy flat leaves, that acted as a backdrop to all of it. Then, on the left of me, I realized that there was a huge stone bird bath on a pedestal, maybe about four feet tall and just as wide. In the middle of the bowl, a tiny fountain burbled up but the water shaft wasn't any more than three or four inches high. I watched the spout flowing smoothly and noticed that it wasn't any more than a finger's width in size either. The water was crystal clear and apparently ever renewing, although I never saw any of it spill over the sides of the bowl. We sat here and took it easy for awhile, and we had a perfect view of the "Channel Of The Universe" before us.
For awhile longer, we had a casual and unhurried conversation. Andrew began to explain to me what the Channel Of The Universe was all about, and that it would be very important to future creative visualizations, and whenever I seek changes in my life or routines. He told me that it was, in fact, an alternative conduit to the "God Energy" of the universe, and that I could utilize it in my rituals. When I pursued what he meant by this, Andrew explained that it was yet another means for me to eject negative energy and purify my astral body when I needed it.
I figured that eventually the time for these things would certainly come, but for now my companion beckoned for me to take a stroll with him. When we got up, he gestured to the right - westward as the path lay. As we walked along the path, Andrew began pointing out some of my many "infirmities" that needed straightening out. Not the least of which was my aversion to "lugging" a physical body around, and its requisite maintenance program. Apparently, this has manifested as a form of anger at myself, which, I guess, time has also revealed as being "turned outward" towards other people as I grew up. It would be something that needed an extensive amount of "work", according to my spirit guide.
Andrew indicated that he could speak "volumes" about my personal offenses to myself, but that in the end, I should always focus on what I've already learned. He told me to remember that "we made Heaven and Earth stand still for you," when I was just an infant, and that I should refer back to what I learned in the "premonitional-(slash)-hind sight" that I've already documented in the "Hall of Light" chapter of my life.
Though our communication was casual, I could sense something beneath the surface of our relationship, and touching upon the sensation, Andrew offered that if I kept up my meditations, there would be plenty of helpers who would enter my vibration as time wore on. I paused in our stroll, at the mention of this, and just as I was about to ask him to elaborate further, he gestured to a large upright plant beside us and along the path. Standing there quite imposingly and alone, it begged for my attention, and I immediately dropped the train of my previous thought.
At once, I realized that it was what I've been labeling as the "cranberry bush", and I must say, that this one didn't look anything like the low growing variety that was predominant in the rock crevices of a coastal Maine vacation trip I once went on. This bush, though it had glossy, holly like, leaves, stood as tall as I was. It was thick in density, yet relatively narrow in width, and I could tell just by looking, that it was stout and sturdy. This was also the very bush that my earlier meditations had indicated to "jostle about" when I first noticed it. In the earlier meditation though, I just "brushed off" the notion as nothing more than some kind of bird life possibly using it as a nesting sight, but now that I stood right before the tall plant, I was elated to see that "bird life" wasn't the case at all. In fact, it came as the biggest surprise of this whole meditation session.
There, popping out right in front of my face, were five of the cutest little cherubs I have ever seen. And all of them were fluttering tiny little wings at a frantic speed. They were having a blast. I could see in their faces huge impish grins, tiny broad noses and chubby little cheeks as they bobbed up and down a mere twenty inches or so from my head. They were all little naked bodies and their wings were very transparent. The wings were not very big at all, and I could also offer, that just like what physical scientists say about bumble bee wings - these cherub wings were similarly mismatched in size to the chubby little bodies they were holding up. It didn't seem to matter to these little tikes, though.
They were unmistakingly happy to be in my presence. I could hear giggles and laughing emanating from them as they darted to and fro, and in and out, of the somewhat stiff and rigid cranberry bush limbs and leaves. I could also tell that each one had a skin coloration that reminded me of soft pastels glowing through normal flesh tones. I never heard them speak a word, but it seemed they were trying to communicate with me - welcoming me to their cozy little hiding place in the cranberry bush, that stood so proudly along the side of this peaceful pathway. Andrew then told me that they were here to uplift my spirit and elevate the heavenly vibration of my sanctuary, and this was being done every time they played and flew about with carefree, innocent and child like joy. He went on to say that their colors were an indication of what they would be trying to express to me because cherubs do not have voices in my sense of the word. So, if I saw them turn red - or pinkish red - they were expressing happiness. Blue meant tranquility. Green meant rejuvenation or restoration of energy if I felt depleted in some way. Andrew also told me that I should think of my little cherub friends every day before I go off to work, and to let them glow green for me, to help me find the strength to persevere the workaday demands that society places upon my soul.
I told him that I would.