How are your visualization skills? Rusty? Okay? Great? I fortunately have an over active imagination which helps tremendously, however it has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion. (Wink wink) This morning I had this awesome ~I feel to be an “ancient access”~ vision come into my mind I thought I’d share. So perhaps if your envisioning skills are a bit dodgy at the moment perhaps this tale will aid the process. On the heels of seeing it in my mind, a friend text me this hilarious message that falls under the same umbrella of having difficulty picturing and dreaming what we want, desire.
“I was listening to Ester Hicks and got tired of wanting what I was wanting and not getting what I was wanting therefore was manifesting my unwanting.”
Perfectly said. Funny too.
Visuals really help big time with creating what we desire: if we can see it, we can create it.
2016 hasn’t been an easy year for a great many. Let’s close the doors on it and open a new reality. Obviously I’m speaking to myself as well.
Relax. Breathe deeply. You don’t even have to close your eyes. Active daydreaming.
“See yourself as an old-world traveler, clothed in a rich sumptuous coat or long velvet hooded cape. See the colors. Smell the woodsy scent in the material, mossy spice wafting up as you move, heavy warm fabric wrapping you in comfort, timeworn memories embedded in the threads. The air is cold and crisp as you walk through calf deep snow, the light crystals brush and float away in the breeze, their prisms captured in the afternoon rays of winter’s light. You breathe deeply, the tangible frosty air filling your lungs with aliveness that comes from this time of year.
As you walk through the snow along an ancient path, late-light filters through the forest, the trees backlit in silver. The hushed quiet from the blanket of winter white creates a higher extra sensory altertness, a sharp internal signal to pay attention to every detail, every nuance of information directed at you from the cosmic wonderland you are traversing.
Ahead of you beyond a copse of snow dusted trees, is a stout ornamental iron fence with an ancient gated entrance. Dense foliage blocks any view beyond and through the intricately forged black steel. Even the gate’s view is concealed with meandering vines long spreading their flowering boldness, now color-bare in winter’s tale. Something inside of you quickens, your heartbeat excited, not really comprehending the magnitude of your discovery.
You walk quickly through the dampness anticipatory, your hand stretching to the gate handle. Before you grasp the knob you take in the carved beauty of ancestral woods sealed together in a dragon carving, the tail and talons embracing the entire width of smooth worn wood. Glittering topaz marks the eyes. A Dragon’s Gate. An ancient sign post, a portal. Somewhere inside of you, you knew this was your destination but had forgotten the path, however your forever self has always known the way. And here you are, excited, anxious, ready. You grab the Dragon handle, turning the now very warm wood in your hand. Very warm alive – wood. Or is it wood?? You feel a rhythm, a heartbeat – movement beneath your fingers. You gasp at the thought, the old magic tingling in your palm. The gate pushes wide by the weight of your strength, an electrical pulse still coursing through your body. Still very little is viewed beyond the opening gate, the vista still shrouded in nature’s expertise. You out of innate knowing and respect, turn and close the heavy metal barrier to the path behind you, to a past you no longer need repeat. A weight is lifted from your shoulders as you latch the handle and lock. You take another deep breath, sigh, let it out slowly, hands and head in supplemation against the gate. You turn slowly around.
In closing the door to your past, a new vista has magically appeared, a boldly bright, richly colored expanse of nature’s bounty. The sky is brilliant blue, trees vivid in various greens, fauna dense with sweet smelling flowers, their scents filling your senses with headiness. You gasp at the vast variance in where you’d just been and where you discover yourself now. A new world, a new vision, a new direction, a new frequency. Warmth settles in your bones. Peace envelops your senses. You remove the velvet cape. The sunlight strong, heats up your cold extremities. You know beyond a shadow of doubt, the negative challenges, heartache, loss, pain, discomfort, sadness, insecurities, the derisiveness, separation, lack of engagement, are behind you in every form. It’s a new beginning, a new year, a new vibration. And you are here now beyond the Dragon’s Gate to embrace living, be bold, strong, Alive. It’s time to act and be the best you, you chose eons ago. Old excuses have evaporated. There is only now. The path you choose is yours. Live Free.”
Here’s to preparing for the solstice, the time when veils are thin, the sun standing still to make way for our easy access to other worlds. To me, it’s the beginning of a new year.
As a gift to you, here is the visualization to assist with closing the door on defunct and outmoded thinking. It is only five minutes. Long enough to accomplish change, short enough to add into any day’s schedule.
Cosmic sunshine to you.
Post script. In writing this I wrote what I was seeing. I’d forgotten about the ancient gate of Ishtar in Babylon, guarded by the Sirrush Dragons, pictured above. This is what I mean by ancient. I love when intuition is validated by tangible things.
I also believe Dragons are real. I believe they live in parallel universes and from time to time have jumped the barriers between the worlds and have lived here as well. There are far too many references throughout the historical world for this not to be true, both benevolent and fierce. Since all time is Now, they are alive and well.
"Isle of View" 