Visit In A Meadow

'Michael'.

This soft murmur and the stroking of my brow woke me to brilliant sunlight. And those most beautiful eyes gazing down at mine.

'You are well', She said. She knew.

And I was indeed.

Lying in a flowered meadow, in soft green grass. Soaking up the sun. Looking up at the eyes that regarded me now with compassion and healing.

Her face, the same porcelain Celtic features, was framed by that long, tow headed aura, though now instead of being straight, it was curled and billowy.

My head was cradled in her lap, resting as she hummed something from the past that was timeless.

And yes my Sword was still within reach. It always will be.

'You were sifted like wheat as your ancestor said.' She smiled and touched my forehead. 'It is not finished. But you must rest before fighting begins anew.'

I thought about what had transpired in that place across the golden sky, over the silver sea. That place where the ancestors of Freedom rested. That other place of trial and triumph.

'You will never forget. It will serve you well for what's ahead. The Great Storm.'
She continued to strike my forehead and hum the old tune.

I wondered if what had happened was a dream or vision.

'It was quite real, dear Michael. The battle takes place in the invisible World as well as the visible.'

'You mean, I killed that...woman and the others. I hope so.'

'In a manner of speaking. It was as real as say, the War In Heaven. Lucia has always had an inflated sense of self', she smiled eye to eye. 'Is that not the nature, in both worlds, of the dark ones? They inflate themselves with false light.'

'Our Brother also was quite right that you must see to your own destiny. Those such as Lucia would rob you of that.'

Lucia, what a lulu, I thought echoing the line from the 3 Stooges complete with 'woowoowoos'.

She laughed, such a vibrant chord, hinting of nature's bounty, of the nurturing good humored being She was.

'Dear one, you knew all along about her nature. Those thoughts about dark things were emanations from your gifts.'

'It was so vivid. That house was a prison that I could have well embraced. Save for what I knew, and the people in both worlds, I would have been trapped in a web of endless 'tail chasing'.' I thought of all who just did so, chased their tails and how they would be found wanting. I shuddered, both pitying and repulsed.

She deigned to lightly kiss my forehead and gestured.

'That Sword. It is nothing without will and intent. Many have been found wanting and gifts wasted as they fail life's trials. You have not, so far. And fallen, you have gotten up. But remember it is constant and renewal is such that you cannot ever take it for granted. Be mindful of all that has happened and all that will.'

'Are we sure for what we fight? I do not doubt about a war between good and evil, nor that place between the worlds. But, in the visible world, it is easy to lose track and be caught up in fighting for fighting's sake. Is there more?'

Instead of any anger or discomfiture, She simply said, 'Close your eyes.'

She touched my forehead again and instantly I was carried away from the meadow, through the air, away from Earth.

As I passed from Earth, I saw all the battles on all levels fought over time for Freedom.

I was carried out of the solar system, past many more and all the wonders of the galaxy. Then past more galaxues and their mysteries as yet revealed to us.

Still travelling, I beheld creation and at the same 'time' I travelled, I witnessed the birth of the universe, like a great pink and white silent explosion.

As I passed the edge of the universe, I noticed the sound of Spirit raised in perpetual voice and Mind.

Then I seemed to slow down and saw the entire universe, all of Creation as if a tiny pinprick of Light, much like a single star on a clear night.

There was darkness and yet not in the sense of earthly symbolism.

Past the din there was a Presence that dwelled quietly, great energy that did not have to show itself, save for that quiet Power.

I reckoned it's what the American Indians call the Great Mystery, for want of a better thought. The Origin, not a bang nor a whimper. It was a Place that could not really be breached nor understood. It just was.

It was not frightening. It was simply not available to human nor angel nor anything. It simply WAS.

Softly and slowly I came back beckoned by Her touch.

As I opened my eyes She kissed my forehead and said, 'Welcome back.'

I now knew there was MUCH more and that we were NOT alone. That faith and action dwelled together, always, no matter what anyone in this creation knew or believed.

Mysteries beyond mysteries existed.

Would I doubt again? Probably. Most assuredly. It's like when I was a kid and tried to figure out where God came from.

I'd try to wrap my mind around that, try to figure out where something that always was could be from.

I'd eventually get kind of dizzy and leave it alone. It was enough that we are HERE.

As in the world of acting there are the given circumstances of the play, movie etc, so it is for all of us.

Here we are in the given circumstance of a battle for Freedom.

It is enough.

She rose and took my hand helping me up.

I looked at Her in the soft sun and meadow wind.

Her hair was indeed curled and fuller, cascading down that porcelain skin.

She wore a new dress.

It was long like the blue one but was a bit lower in front. The print was light and suggested flowers. It shimmered with energy.

She had weaved a flower 'halo' and it circled her head.

'Remember Michael', her voice was warm but firm. 'There are pressures in the visible World. And when you think all is well, do not be cossetted in a delusion that this war is over.

Tend to your daily life and take time to enjoy all your gifts.

Let that enjoyment be motivation to do well and never give up.'

She took the garland from her head and gave it to me, with a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of the hand.

I slowly came back to this World and swore that I could smell the grass and flowers, and feel her kiss and touch of benison for me and to the sky.


Post Script:

When I got down to my office, there was a ring of flowers on the table with a note. It was from my daughter.

It said, Dad, thanks for all our yesterdays. We will toast all of our tomorrows.

Love always.....