“DARK”
Meditation — 5/12/23
Seated at the base of a tree in front of a lake house in the mountains that I often visit in my meditations, I breathe and feel into a deep connection to earth and nature.
I look down at the roots and see a very old, weathered piece of paper sticking out from under one of the roots. I pick it up and open it — it reads “DARK” scrawled in pen. I don’t know what this means or who wrote this note, but it appears to have been written decades ago. I get up and walk over to the edge of the lake. I look up and see dark, roiling storm clouds gathering in the sky. There is an eerie silence all around. I place the paper on the surface of the lake. The paper immediately dissolves into the water and instantly turns the entire lake from blue to an opaque inky black — like oil. The ground rumbles and shakes, and I steady myself on a nearby boulder. Undulations begin to race and dance around in all directions in the middle of the lake. Suddenly, a giant minotaur made of water bursts from the surface rising at least 10 stories tall. He thrashes his arms around and with a deafening roar, he twists around and collapses back into the lake. The water is now as still as glass and the clouds have completely blotted out the sun. Absolute silence. Absolute stillness.
Gazing across the dark landscape, I feel a gentle tug at my heart, beckoning me into the lake. Turgid with immense fear and resistance, every inch of me wants to turn and run. And yet, I feel my legs forward, slowly wading into the water step by step. Suddenly there is nothing under foot and I fall off a cliff slowly sinking into the depths. It is pitch black, save for a few faint rays of light penetrating from the surface. I look all around and down into the blackness below where I see the faintest glimmer of light. Curious, I swim toward it. As it slowly comes into view, I see that it is a reflective gold color. I get closer and realize it is a sleek black cat of Egyptian Royalty wearing a beautiful, ornately carved golden collar. I instantly recognize this as my own cat, Luna. She doesn’t look the same as she does in this lifetime, but her energy is the same. She jumps into my arms and guides me further into the depths navigating the waters by thought alone.
We come upon a giant glowing blue bubble resting at the bottom of the lake. Peering through the bubble’s surface, I realize that we are viewing a 3D memory of two prior life-changing meditations I had. The first was me sitting in my sacred upper garden with my Soul self — a gigantic warm being, old with a long beard and kind eyes. (He looked very much like Gandalf the White). It was at this meeting that I told him I consciously choose myself and my own power. He smiled and hugged me. This was when I was grappling with releasing old co-dependency programming. The other meditation was with my mother who gave me a key that I ended up forging myself in a crucible from items in a chest she had me open. In this meditation I saw her true soul. It was a beautiful release and deep forgiveness to her and myself. It forever affected how I view and interact with my Mom. I went through very dark and challenging times prior to having both of these meditations. The memory playback concludes and the bubble shrinks back into the black nothingness. Luna guides us back up near the surface. She hops out of my arms, turns to look at me and gives me a slow blink. I thank her telepathically and she turns and trots off into the darkness.
I swim the rest of the way to the surface and walk to the shore. I turn back to look at the lake, which has returned to its beautiful deep blue hue. The sun is shining and the surface of the water shimmers in bright golden hues — the same shimmering color as Luna’s collar. With feelings of wholeness and gratitude, I walk back over to the tree and sit back down. Next to me is a white, crisp piece of paper and a pen. I write the word “DARK”, fold it, and tuck it under the root.