intuitiveflow

I sat in my chair, at the table. I closed my eyes. 

I brought my attention to the heart, which is the heart of all.

The sun started to shine from the heart. The energy of it started to grow all around me as a balloon.

I made myself comfortable inside of it. 

I counted slowly to ten and the balloon disconnected from where it was and started to fly, without my control.

I came to a big door and looked at it.

I had a key in my hand and I observed the key.

I placed the key in the key-hole and opened the door.

I went in.

Beyond the door, there was a beautiful landscape, like one of those that sometimes come to me on their own.

There was a stick on the ground and I took it in my hand.

I drew with it another door in the air. I drew a handle on the door

I thought for a moment what I wanted to find on the other side.

It was August Moon. I wanted to meet with August Moon.

I drew on the front of the door an interpretation of him. It was a little bit like the drawing that I have here next to me, on the door of the closet. Many lines in the air.

I went to my heart and brought out my feelings about him.

I put them in the drawing and spent some time looking at the energy of my lines.

I opened the door and went in.

August was all the air around me and had no end in all directions. There was nothing to see, and yet I knew that he was there.

I felt my love to him and his love to me.

A question came to me: Why am I here, in my life, in America, with Anita, with all the people that are in my life, and with all the things that I know? What is the purpose of my being here?

You are here to see how beautiful everything is, and to love everything, was the answer.

August, I said, I don’t want to be alone.

You are the most together that anybody can be, was the answer.

It was time to leave.

I turned around and walked back through the drawn doorway. 

I was in the balloon of energy. 

I counted back from ten to one and came back to my body.

I breathed and felt my body. I looked around at all the objects in my room.

I knew that I am always with August. He is inside of the undefinable me, and I am inside of undefinable him.