I woke up having dreamt of war, division and fear. I stared at the ceiling and wished calm for all. There was a knot in my back which gave out a dull, thudding ache.
‘That will need some work,’ I thought to myself as I sat up and watched Willow wake up. She had a knack of making me smile. If I’m sick or down, she follows me around like a shadow, and gives me ‘furry belly’ more often than she would. This was one of those mornings.
I stayed in the hot shower longer than I might with the heat directed at that great lump of negativity that I’d picked up from days of rhetoric from news outlets, friends and family. I try to shrug it off but somehow it manages to penetrate.
Thirty five years ago, my French Teacher gave me a passing look in class.. Just a look. And that stayed with me to this day. People just don’t realise their own power.
As I dried and dressed, I wondered what more I could do to maintain vital human connection, bring joy and fun to others while protecting myself from all this veiled negativity, maybe vanquish some of it. In the kitchen I blended some peppermint and lemongrass oil, mixed in some fresh grated ginger and made a poultice for my back, while I waited for my tea to stew.
It was dry outside as it had been for a couple of days, so I placed my yoga mat on the deck and lit the lanterns. I grabbed a few fluffy blankets and went back in to finish making my tea, which I poured into a flask.
I needed to be connected to the sand for this, I decided, so I grabbed everything up and went down to the water, taking one of my lit lanterns for company. I walked about five minutes to where the soft sand was and found a spot. There was a tinge of urgency to get going, so I sat in a comfortable way, dug into the sand with my feet and hands.
Needing to ‘set up’ for this, I visualized a quick body scan, then let my roots reach under the sand, under the rock speeding downwards to the core of the earth. I found the cave I needed, full with giant boulders of blue light where my roots wrapped around the biggest one and drew the energy back upwards.
I took what I needed before releasing back up to my body and centering myself. Once the energy was secured I left one root as an anchor, and left my body entirely. I hovered a moment, looking down on myself on my mat with my lantern and flask, wrapped in blankets, before turning and soaring towards the water.
I travel out of the estuary, out of British waters, travelling west, across Ireland, Iceland and Greenland. Across the Labrador Sea, up across Baffin Bay, further to the Arctic Ocean and down to the Bering Sea and the Gulf of Alaska. It was there I travelled downwards into the water, encased in a tablet of blue light, where I found my pod.
The teachers of the Earth. The keepers of Knowledge. We floated around exchanging energy. It was here I would learn how to share this as far as I could manage in this little body I was in. It wasn’t long before the feelings I had woken up with were gone forever.