Tom day 3 and 4 continued

[Guest guest]

Thanks so much for all the condolences everyone! I've been having

such a weird time. Later on, I tried to reconnect with my Granny. I

was pretty sure she wasn't in need of soul retrieval now, but maybe

she had an important final message for someone...

 

The instant I asked, I saw a wash of detail, a drift of flowers. I

had no name for them, or even a name for their colour, but suffice to

say they were small deep, delicate bursts of freeform beauty not too

far from the blue to purple cusp, and were swathed in generous fine

green brushstrokes. And they left no doubt what to aim for at the

florists! The arrangement was a good bit wider than it was long, but

also had a curious, unresolved tail at one end that gave it a slight

L shape. It was near an edge of some sort.

 

Hunting them down in the physical on day 4 was an odd mix of

conviction and doubt. What would be a close enough approximation?

These? These? Did I have to dissuade my wife from mixing other

flowers in? Then, ten minutes in, I found them. The precise

photograph - half a dozen bunches in a rectangular bucket display,

with a final bunch put back imprecisely against the edge of the

container to form the mystery L shape! All I could do was stare.

Bye bye doubt!

 

Day 4's evening meditation really went one step beyond. I noticed

unspoken words in my head. " I can help if you want... "

 

Granny presented me with five attractively patterned buckets, slowly

revolving in a circle on a stand. Uhoh - hypogogic imagery like this

is incomprehensible to me. How could I extract any meaning from this?

 

" Lucky dip. Put your hand in the water twej! " The texture in her

voice was unmistakeable, and I saw my right hand drawing something

out of the nearest bucket. I had to wash it over several times to

perceive it clearly, but when I did, I found I was holding a small

gold crucifix and thin gold chain. There wasn't exactly someone on

it, more like getting off it. They were at ground level, and the

impression I got was that they were brushing it down, as if clearing

up after a honest day's toil!

 

There was something else wrapped up in the chain too. Seemingly

pushing a version of my bed clothes up like a tent as I did so, I

separated all the parts out and found it was a clear and chunky, cut

crystal heart. As soon as I'd recognised it for what it was, a

bright green light started shining through its lobes, as if a pen

torch was being held to it. The the radius of warm brilliance

quickly spread to almost a meter across, lighting up the sheets! I

had a tiny think - heart, green, 4th chakra...and slipped the light

source into my chest, just a little off center. Even inside me, I

could still see its glow, a broad horizontal bar. Wow. I lost track

for a bit.

 

Coming to, I wondered what it was all about. My heart had a gentle

flutter to it, and my chest seemed pretty full but no other clues

really. Was I meant to keep this thing in me or not? With that

thought, terrible, dark scary visuals, ragged blackened stalks, death

and fear leaped out in front of me, as if unleashed by the heart.

What?! Surely this couldn't be right!? I tried to rip them off, but

they kept coming back unaffected! Eventually, my mind came back to

the cross. As I waved it about, each stalk it passed over came back

to life, becoming billowy, fluffy jade and turquoise trees of peace

(much in the style of Clarice Cliff), hanging outwards from my chest

like popups. I didn't stop until every tree was done.

 

Erm...this is all a bit new to me! I'm guessing I've had my heart

degunked. I'm a bit knocked sideways by this, but I think I'm

handling it. I may keep quiet about this at the funeral...

Tom