[bartholomew]

Part 7 Seventh Heaven...

Remember the ageless woman who stood in the (stone) circle? She sits with us all now on the lawn. All of the animals return from their various side trips. They also sit or lay or just stand quietly, according to their natures…. and watch. Even our large and normally unseen friend, the great Sperm whale, with his kin nearby, is near the shoreline, surfaced now, quiet, listening. Representatives of the insects join in. Their worker guides are close by. They are unusually quiet. They wait. What's left of the food is put away to be eaten or given away later, just before we begin our journey home, back to the Healing Room. We wait.

She silently bids us all, humans and animals, all of them, alike, join her in an adventure of discovery though time. She steps on the carpet. We all follow. It enlarges as required and silently lifts, floating now just above the grass. Is everyone ready? Here we go.

Everyone is seated now as if we are on a snow sled. Someone is sitting just in front of me... kind of close. Oh well.... the magical carpet once again lifts off. It raises a meter or so, turns in a new direction, that which will direct it over the hills in the distance and begins to move. In an instant the landscape changes. Where before there was greenery below now there is only a speeding mass of cloud like formations that offer no particular clues to their nature. Yet faster and we all feel the impulse to close our eyes, sleep for just a while. A nap after lunch maybe. Perhaps a shift in consciousness. The animals have already succumbed. Several of us glance furtively at the woman. She is deep in meditation. Seemingly oblivious. We are being guided.

After what seems several days of travel we slow, then stop. Where are we? Some of us are stirring now. Many are yet asleep. There is only one feature within range of our vision. Our trusty carpet is moving slowly towards it. A portal of some kind. But we seem to know that all is as it should be so we remain silent and watchful. Trusting. The Lady remains silent, eyes closed.

We stop now. Before the carpet is what appears to be a doorway…. At a gesture from the lady it opens. The light that radiates out is so bright but it does not hurt our eyes. It does more than just warm the skin. It permeates our entire selves in a way that is like the most profound healing that could ever be possible. Have we found God? As the carpet moves again and enters we find ourselves surrounded by a golden light. There is no source. It just “is”. There are no words. In the distance, if that’s the right word, we sense others. They are like us but, no… not quite. After we become acclimated we move again. Slowly forward. We are different. The golden light is everywhere even in our hair. Likewise the animals. We stop.

We seem to be in a center… kind of like a welcoming area for newly arrived souls. From here the animal souls may go no further but they are more than content to disembark and be at ease… cared for by the high administrators of this fabulous land. They are honored guests… for a while.

We are in the fabled Land of the Golden Light. We are guests of course. This is the home, the spiritual home, Earth’s highest sub plane of the astral. The purified astral one might say. Here is where we find adepts and master souls living and working. Some between physical incarnations. Others beyond that need. All in deep meditation, serving.

More to follow...