Rebirth as a Star Child —– Soul Sister

 

A vision unfolded before my inner eye as I sat in deep meditation– an image of who I really am underneath the layers of false identities. And then the vision grew and expanded until it included all who walk upon the face of the earth.

Lonely Portal

 

A lonely portal in a wild land………….

 

Image:  Lori Gloyd (c) 2006

Froglet’s Host!

Dunbeg and I arrive in Owl Creek Valley after dark.  Light spills from windows and doors into the night.  I hear laughter as old friends greet each other.  Feeling both tired and shy, I decide to sleep as soon as possible.  The first cottage I come to emanates a great warmth and smells like baking bread.  The sign on the door: “Antique Seeds.”  I hesitate.  Does one sleep in a seed shop?  It seems odd, but I’m too exhausted to survey the town first and choose a more suitable spot.

(for more, go to http://tinyfroglet.wordpress.com/2006/12/04/day-four-home-host/)

Day One – the Portal beckons

“I’m late, I’m late for a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” – The White Rabbit, “Alice in Wonderland”

Oh so behind – I am only leaving for the portal now. The others are far ahead. I hope I can find my way…

I sling my bag over my shoulder, rather like the Fool about to step off the cliff – innocent, carefree, bright-eyed and brimming with enthusiasum.

I’m not sure where to find my portal, but my path winds on. Through the lush green rainforest I walk. I have a sense that I am in the right place, but where is the portal?

Then I spy the stranger. This person is cloaked and hooded from top to toe. I don’t know if it is a man or woman, or even human. The stranger is holding a lantern, very like the Hermit of the Tarot. A pale hand motions for me to follow.

The stranger doesn’t say a word, and neither do I. I follow the cloaked figure for several minutes until, quite suddenly, the figure stops. A finger points ahead to a tree.

Here. The portal is here – I just know it. This tree is hollowed, split, rather like a mother opening her womb to release her babe. I look back at the stranger to say thank you, but the figure has vanished.

I approach the tree, and step inside her gaping mouth. It’s large enough to fit two or three people. Feeling the rough outer lips and the smooth inner cavity, I look up, and see that the hollow runs right up to the top of the tree. I can see the sky.

I pause a moment – I’m not sure how to make this portal “work”. Do I need to “press” a section of the tree to open a door, like in “The Princess Bride”? Will the floor of soil and sticks drop from beneath me, letting me tumble like Alice did? Ooh, I hope the fall won’t be far…

In the end, it’s all much simpler than that. I turn around, to look at the forest path I’ve just come from…and it’s not there. The landscape has changed. Instead of a forest, I come face to face with a field of grass and vivid purple flowers.

I’ve done it – I’m in Lumeria.

blessings from the WiccanGal