I’d spent the evening at a 500 strong group meditation organised by Todd ,which my Mum and Dad had also attended. We had spent a couple of hours in a big church doing a guided visualisation which involved opening our energy bodies and creating a ‘vortex through which spirit could travel from the higher realms.’
There was also a good half an hour of collective ‘Aumming’ which felt like quite a rare treat, so needless to say my energy levels were quite high and I felt very clear on going to bed that night.

I fell into a dream about being at a beach house with some friends, and a few strangers. As soon as I sensed that I was dreaming, I started a conversation with some of the others about it…asking if they were dreaming too, or whether they were unconscious characters in my dream etc. Their answers were vague.
I told one of the girls there that I intended to look for my guides, and I also remembered to meditate in order to set the intention and try to direct myself towards them.
I breathed deeply, closed my eyes and focused on it. Within about 10 seconds I felt the pleasant whooshing sensation of soaring through space/time/dimensions.

After a short period of blindness, my vision came back into focus and I found myself hovering above a row of houses. I was aware that one of the houses was somehow ‘my house’ but it looked completely derelict and didn‘t bare much resemblance to anywhere I‘d ever lived on the physical plane. I flew through an open window on the top floor which I was very sure was ‘my old bedroom’,

I examined a few items and details in the room so as to further anchor my state of lucidity, then tried to open the bedroom door so as I could explore the rest of the house. The door was covered over with curtains…layers and layers of them, and was a real struggle to open. When I finally did get it open, the doors to all the other rooms across the hallway were completely filled with old suitcases and mattresses, stuffed in so tightly that it seemed clear I wasn’t supposed to be able to get in there…I had come across these type of barriers before, so I sensed there was no point persevering but instead to reflect on whether there was a symbolic meaning to them when I woke up.

I flew back out of the open bedroom window and circled around over an open grassy area outside, to get a feel for flying and to power up a little bit.
As I was doing so I said “Take me to my guides”.

An old, beaten up, dirty yellow taxi rolled slowly towards me across the grass and stopped about 10 feet away.
A dark haired, scruffy looking gypsy man got out of the drivers seat and said “Where you travellin to?…You goin over the top?”
“Where’s that?” I said.
“Thousand Island is a good spot” he said, “Here, have some money.”

He threw a handful of old coins across the grass to me.
Intrigued about the house I’d just been in, I said “Hey, is this Bromley?” He said “Yeah…well it was anyway…Have a good trip”, and drove off.

I had no idea what that meant but wasn’t too fussed.
I focused my intention on going to this ‘Thousand Island’ place, fully aware and amused that it was the name of a sauce that goes on a prawn cocktail.Image
I pondered on the suspicion that instead of being humour that was added into the experience by a guide, and this being a bonafide o.b.e, it may have been something my own mind had concocted.
Thinking about how familiar the flavour of the humour, I continued down a thought process that led to the conclusion that :
’I am my guides on some level and my guides are part of me…maybe I even get a lot of my own humour from their energy around me in my waking life’

Whilst focusing on that though, I wasn’t really getting far along my journey. I realised I had been trying to fly physically again (flapping and struggling) rather than concentrating on internal movement. So I meditated on the name of the place and the expectation of being there, and soon felt the sensation of fast movement as I went soaring upwards into a very blue, sunny sky.

As I drifted along, a small wooden parousel spun delicately past me . The sound it made reminded me of those little shiny paper windmills on sticks, the ones I used to get on visits to the beach as a child. It seemed to have it’s own character like something from a cartoon… like in ‘Bednobs and Broomsticks’ and it carried a vibration of real innocence.
I watched it drift a little way in front of me, then spin a bit faster, and then explode into about 50 larger versions of itself ! It was beautiful. They whirred around, glistening in the sun and all drifted along next to me like a school of jellyfish…as if to offer me their service on my journey.
I was so overwhelmed by how this felt and looked, that I started blubbing with happiness. I realised that I had not been present or open enough for such a high vibrational feeling in my waking life in a long time. It felt like purity, playfulness and freedom.
I was very deeply comforted to know that it still existed somewhere, and that I was fully accepted and welcomed by it.

After soaking up the bliss of all this for a few minutes, I arrived at an Island. Full of beans and still weeping with joy, I glided about 20 feet over a rocky shore and noticed an old castle on my left.
I carried on along a path by the beach, gliding through crowds of very happy people who were mostly in traditional Gypsy attire.
There were children playing, and people dancing in the sun and splashing around in the glistening water. I could still hear the sound of the whirring carousels, the breeze, the peoples laughter, and occasionally, of a young woman singing a sweet, soothing folk song in a very pure voice.
I stopped over on the sand near a large rock pool. Splashing around in it and basking happily in the sun were three of the strangest animals I’ve ever seen. They looked like a cross between rhinos and baby dinosaurs.

I was absolutely awestruck at the beauty of the place, and I think even more overcome at how conscious I felt. It was a level of ‘realness’ that paled any I’d ever felt in physical life.
I drifted back onto the path and past a few women wearing long, pretty, classical Gypsy dresses. One had a chain of coins around her head and long dark plaited hair. My intention was to converse with someone, but as I passed them, I realised my eyes were too full of tears to maintain eye contact and I couldn’t stop sobbing for long enough to speak clearly. I don’t actually know what I’d have said anyway.

I don’t remember anything after that, I probably fell back into a dream state. Woke up feeling amazing.

On Reflection :

The large group meditation clearly paid off for me. I’d bet it did for a lot of others too. It’s exciting to be privileged enough to see evidence like this, first hand, of the energy we can create when we join our efforts as a collective. If it brought this experience of such high vibration to me, I’m convinced we probably made some really positive change for the energy of everyone and of the earth that day. More of that please, bring it on.

The house I visited : I think it represented my energy body. The top floor windows were open (upper chakras), it was ‘my bedroom’ (these upper chakras are where I tend to rest and be most of the time), and I couldn’t get downstairs as all the entrances were blocked. (a common state of being for my lower chakras)
So perhaps that was a simple nudge to do more grounding work.

The parousels : .This just felt like spirit offering me any assistance I might need and letting me know they were always around. It was really sunny at the time so I suppose that offering to shade me was a gesture of how attentive, respectful, and ready to help they are. I wonder what would have happened if I’d grabbed hold of one…It would all have turned very Mary Poppins!

The gypsy theme: This was probably the third o.b.e. I’d had at this point that had gypsies in it. To me, a Gypsy symbolises a traveller, a searcher, a seer, a mystic. I suppose that is what astral travel is all about…and I suppose for now that it’s that simple. I’m just being drawn to similar energies to mine on other planes.Image