LoveBytes

We never knew where the path would take us, yet still we climbed. Exhausted, I wipe my forehead. Dirt mixing with sweat creating a smeary trail, like a reminder of the trail we had traveled up to this point. The land is tropical, lush, rich — but foreign for someone like me who grew up in the north. The cacophony of birds is deafening at times. Mocking, teasing, taunting, celebrating, and sweetly soothing, all at the same time. Flowers that remind me of hibiscus, but as large as my head, rest on fleshy leaves. Strangely, there are no insects — at least none of the bloodsucking, biting kind. The air feels layered: there is a light crispness underneath the sweltering, tropical heat. Why am I telling you all this, I wonder? I live in two worlds, you see. On one hand, I am traveling up the mysterious path in a jungle unlike any I have ever heard of or imagined. On the other hand, I am sitting on my sheepskin rug, leaning against my bed, typing words into my laptop. “Write!!!" I had heard just as I was waking up, then seeing an image of myself opening my MacBook (with the blue cover that shows every single fingerprint. “Gotta wipe those off,” I told myself. And then I wondered: Is this “writing” prompt a result of my conversation with my friend Melissa, yesterday, after the channeling during our MasterHEART Circle? I am something of an oracle, you see. Except that sounds ancient, and I am really more of a normal kind of woman, at a middle kind of age — a perfect age, actually. What I channel feels like ancient knowledge, though, and brand-new at the same time. A bit like the two layers in the air on that mountain path. So yesterday, my third-grade aspiring author-self got resurrected, after bouncing around the idea of writing a channeled novel — because most of my channeling comes in these multilayered, multifaceted pictures, anyway. Oracle style :) And today, I woke up to this prompt to “Write!!!” Wondering why am I telling you all this? It is as mysterious as the jungle path, so let’s keep going. “Where are we now?” I ask my travel companion. He turns to me, beaming. He actually looks freaking illuminated, and not a bead of sweat in sight on his strong, kind face. Like he walked through the layer of crisp, fresh morning air while I was toiling through the slightly oppressive, weirdly sweet — decayingly sweet — jungle heat. “Come sit with me for a minute,” he invites me. And he points to some rocks that appear seemingly out of nowhere, just like the little clearing on the side of the path where they sit. He takes my hand as he positions himself to face me. I am a sweaty-hot mess, yet he is lighting up even more in front of my eyes, literally looking like a light being. WTF! Wow! He looks at me, his eyes sending beams of light into mine. “Who are you?” I hear myself ask him. He laughs lightly, sounding carefree — almost giddy — and totally at ease. “You might not believe me if I tell you,” he replies. “Try me!” I end up sounding more challenging than I intended. “I am you,” he says softly, holding my gaze with his crystal-clear, two-layered, two-colored land-and-sea eyes. His eyes have this incredible depth that melts my heart — melts me. I feel myself dissolving into his gaze, into him in a way that I perceive nothing but his eyes, his presence — yet it feels strangely like I am feeling my own presence. Whew. I am shaking my head, wanting to make sense of what I think I just heard, but I cannot break the spell. Nor do I really want to. “I am you,” the words begin echoing — but not in my head; more in the space that looks like a bright bubble, and has appeared around us on our seat on the rocks. All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the bubble changes, the bright sun dims, and stars begin appearing in a night sky. And not any old night sky, but the most breathtakingly beautiful night sky I have ever seen. My mouth gapes open as I get up and slowly turn in a circle, eyes cast upward at the dazzling light-show that reaches all the way down to the ground. It’s like I am in a planetarium, except it feels as huge as another Universe. “Whoa!” Bewildered, speechless, I sit down to face him again, immediately drawn back into the spell of his intensely kind eyes. In my head, a million questions are swirling like scraps of paper in a tornado: “What is this? How did you do this?” being just the most obvious. It makes me dizzy. Then suddenly they stop, as if someone turned off the twister, and all those scraps of paper gently and gracefully float to the ground, resting at my feet. A peaceful, spacious stillness is all I can feel, and none of the questions and strange occurrences matter anymore. I am you! There is a presence that is all-encompassing, as if I had not known before what it meant to be truly present….. DREAM WITH ME Spun out of rainbow crystal and gold Gossamer threads softly reaching out from our hearts Delicate, magical, powerful Strength rooted in light Threads finding each other Weaving together in a graceful dance Of love and creation Knowing Heaven Walking on Earth Building a Home Creating a HEARTH