I celebrate myself

I walk down a forest path. It is beautiful and lush, and a total pleasure. The road is wide and welcoming. Down to the left is a stream with bubbling water. I am one with nature. I feel welcome here.

Up ahead, I see a golden being. He is glowing, peaceful and bright. I get closer, but there are no distinctive features, except his eyes, and a sense of friendliness and love. It is me. It is my golden self, my highest self, and it feel really good to be around him. It is healing. I know myself to be this golden being. I am remembering myself as this being. I embrace him and he once again becomes part of me.

I should remember to do this often.

Another being is coming towards me. He’s presence on the road is intimidating. It’s almost as if he’s playing chicken with me. He is a black being. And even with out getting too close, I recognize him as me as well. I speak to him, greet him, and he is suspicious.

“It’s me” I say. He spits on the ground. I’m not sure what to do with him. We do eventually get closer. He is so angry. There are tears in his eyes. I say, “this is hard, but I need you. I know I do.”

He reaches out his hand. I go to shake his hand, but he grabs my arm with both hands. Screams in my face and throws himself into my body. I’m a little shocked and thrilled.

Damn. What is that about?