phoenix expansion
I am driving home from an event. The sky illuminates in reds and oranges as the sun sets over the distant mountains and it shoots me back into the fiery daydream I had a few minutes previous at a sound bath.
Seemingly in another realm as I lay down in meditation and listen to the loud ringing all around me, a brown skinned, very skinny elderly man with wispy black hair sits on the floor just above my head as I lay down in front of him. He seems to be holding something above me in his hands. I can see his fingers clasped tightly as he holds them over my third eye.
Suddenly he opens them and a small white bird pops it’s head out of his palm, though he is still holding it so it doesn’t fly away. I look at him curiously as he holds the bird up to my forehead. But this doesn’t last very long. Because as he does this, it is as if I’m in somebody else’s body who is screaming about their burn wounds. They are screaming in such agony, and since every touch hurts them and causes such excruciation, there are many people surrounding this person playing singing bowls as this person is being carefully tended to. The screaming distracts me, and I can’t see if there’s a point to what I’m seeing. There is just screaming, and screaming, and -
Then suddenly I am back with the man again, and he is grinning down at me. He is wiping away my tears from my face with his hands.
“I am not like the burn victim,” I tell him, “They have gone through so much worse.”
“Yet here you lay in front of me, and every small touch from another causes pain to you.”
“I don’t understand -” I tell him. But he is not here to explain. I notice there is movement in my heart area. Blockages that can’t seem to be untangled by the huge gong at the sound studio as it rings out strong and true. The sound waves are reverberating - bouncing off of everything in my awareness. It is the first time I’ve ever heard a gong this powerful. I am basking in it, but my body is responding very sensitively.
“The fire birds will help you.” The man whispers to me, and it is as if my vision zooms out, and I can see myself fully - my entire energy body. A huge white bird then comes and lands on my chest, bursting into flames as its feet grab at my heart chakra. I watch as its feet carry my heart chakra’s energy up, and up, and up, and it is flying as high as it can up into the heavens. It is as if it is being swallowed by the sky in a swirling white vortex as it is pulling the energy tendrils of my heart out as far as they will go. I am in shock. I have never seen anything like this, even in my visions and shamanic journeys.
My vision begins to zoom out even more as a black bird appears at my back, going up in flames as it begins to pull my heart chakra’s energy the other direction from where the white bird is pulling. It pulls it outward, and outward, and now my energy body is laying in the center of these two majestic birds pulling my heart frequency further and further into the universe on either side.
I am startled awake, back to the studio, back to the facilitator’s voice, disoriented, unsure exactly at what I had just seen.
Only knowing it had been burned into my memory. It had been something I could not un-see.
