My Meditation Journeys

I meditate daily. Sometimes it’s just a chance to relax. Sometimes I receive guidance from my intuitive side. On occasion, I travel to other times and places. I thought I’d start sharing some of those experiences here. This happened during a recent morning meditation…

to the light

I was in a vast, open, dark space, like a huge cavern. Metal support beams criss-crossed from floor to ceiling. They were spaced just far enough apart so you couldn’t easily climb them, to discourage people from doing just that. But I’d been training in gymnastics ever since I was little, so I used my skills on the uneven parallel bars to climb to the top. There was a metal hatch with a keypad. It required a code to unlock it. I had the code – though how I got it was foggy – and typed it in. As the hatch hissed open, I pulled the scarf around my neck up over my nose and mouth. Everyone who lived underground knew that the air “up there” was toxic. I prepared myself to see a devastated wasteland. As the hatch slowly opened, bright light hit my face. I was shocked. I pulled myself out through the hatch and squinted at my surroundings as my eyes adjusted to the light. It was beautiful – green grass, trees, blue sky, sunlight. The air was pure. I realized that the authorities “down below” were keeping this from us, but I didn’t think they even knew the truth of what was on the surface. They were believing their own lies, lies that had been perpetuated for generations.

I thought this was a vision of a post-apocalyptic future, but as I came out of it, I realized that it’s now. We’re living underground. We’re trying to get to the surface.

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