April 1, 2025

 A brief encounter that didn’t seem to have to do with the soul of a dead person but I suppose it may have been a person. I can’t be sure.

I’ve seen creatures like this one before and have written about them here. They appear as black wolf-like creatures but their bodies are skeletal so they are like the skeleton of an anthropomorphic wolf covered in black fur. I felt empathy for this creature as I regarded him. I could tell he was suffering. He told me (without words) that he was tired of being a creature of fear and darkness and wanted only to give up, to die, to surrender. I cradled him in my arms and he hugged me tightly, crying. (I was crying, too.) Contact with me brought the annihilation of the Absolute but also release and rebirth. When we emerged from the blackness of the Absolute, I realized I was wearing a woman’s body and I was holding an infant in my arms. We were in a milky white pool of water.


The Woman in White appeared and started laughing as soon as she saw me. “You make a very beautiful woman,” she said.


“Very funny,” I replied, holding the baby out to her.


The truth was that I don’t care what gender I take on during these journeys. I don’t have any control over it anyways. I appear the way that those I help want to see me, not how I really am. There’s probably a reason for it. Comfort, maybe? I guess if they saw me as I really am–a middle aged white, balding, gay guy–they might not be quite as receptive. Receptivity is key to these experiences: Both for me and for them, although it doesn’t matter so much how they appear to me because I’m being receptive to their state, not their appearance.


Still laughing, the Woman in White lifted the babe from my arms and carried him through the misty trees, disappearing from view. I soaked in the warm, milky water, musing about what it felt like to be a woman, until my meditation timer went off a minute later.


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