That morning I saw a painting by Nicolas
Poussin called The Assumption of the Virgin. The painting, mainly the clouds, colors and
the general feeling of the painting took me back. Somewhere to a place where I
haven't been in many years. Some how, I knew in a distant memory, when I was
very young, the angels and heaven were exactly like the painting depleted. I
knew I saw it all before, like a first memory or dream, but I can't rationally
say where and how. I just felt it in my soul and existence, something I call a
"soul sense".
Looking
at the picture took me back home, a place I dearly missed and loved. I started
to feel sad and homesick, wishing that I could be there again, somehow. Even
though I'm now living on planet earth, there are some things that I will always
go back to, and most of them are just not of this world.
It
was warm that afternoon, but it didn't stop me from taking a much needed nap. I
however would of never guess what I would wake up from...
I had about 2 dreams before the experience, but this is where
things got interesting.
I was looking at this PDF file about finding your true
desires or something. I remember you could fill it out on the computer yet the
document was in my field of view, it was just there. I remember looking at the
top to the bottom of it. It was a tan color and I remember seeing red in it
too. The document disappeared and I was outside someone's garden. The garden
had big bushes along the side with weird colored grass or plant like flowers in
the yard. They also had a flower near the edge of the fence.
Somehow through yet another computer like program I was able
to change the color of the grass. In fact I could change the color scheme of
the garden. I had 3 or 4 options and the third option is the one I liked best.
It changed the grass to a cool green/blue color and all the other plants around
it matched. It wasn't too hard on the eyes like the other color schemes.
Then the wind started picking up and my dad was bending down
in the grass to touch it. The dream was getting a lot more realistic and I was
getting a lot more lucid. I remember seeing the grass move in such great detail
with this one flower that was blowing along with it.
This is when things got really weird. I was standing at the
opened gate of the fence, while my sister was standing on my left and my dad
was standing on my right. I looked up at the sky and saw this one cloud that
looked like a bird (it was more like dragon this time), a classic symbol of my
passed grandmother. I excitedly told my sister "look look at that
cloud!". When she did, the cloud drifted off and I saw the earth rotating
fast like those videos where they capture the earth revolving and you can see
the shadow covering the earth. This totally freaked me out because I took it as
a omen. I was always afraid of seeing space and planets in my dreams because I
felt like something bad was about to happen, this was no different. In fact
there was a lot of stuff in the sky moving about but seeing the earth turn as
fast as it did with the shadow covering it up totally put me on edge. I didn't
want it to be a sign to what to come.
As all this is going on, I had a growing feeling of the
ominous when suddenly the rush of wanting to ask "I do have a huge purpose?"
came to me. I wanted to ask my sister but I learned that whenever I do ask
about my purpose to anyone in my dream, they would look at me as if I was
stupid. But this time I really NEEDED to ask and I couldn't form the words in
the right way. I kept thinking about how I should ask so I could get a straight
answer, but I knew that I didn't have a lot of time. That's when I just asked my
sister "Just tell me, I do have a huge purpose don't I?". I looked up
at her while she was looking out over yonder and said "Yeah you do".
FINALLY, a straight answer but not one from a question as if I didn't know, but
a reassurance that what I knew what right.
The sky started to grey, the wind was picking up. I knew
something huge was going to happen, then it did. As I was continuing to look up
in the sky, in the left side corner of my eye I saw a tidal wave coming through
the neighborhood block. It was grey and was covering everything in its path.
Initially I started to freak out, at this point of the dream things were surely
real and I was lucid to the max.
Tidal waves are the number one symbol in my dream that kills
me. Numerous times through out the years. Yet they are involved in my most
spiritual dreams. No matter what happens, if I look out over a body of water in
my dream I'm sure to see one emerge and all I can do is run/fly for my life,
hoping I won't get killed in the process. But after the last dream where I saw
one, I knew that I had to stand up to my fear. So as fast as I felt fear I
stood up and felt powerful, that I wouldn't run and knew that I would be okay.
In my mind I was like "I got this!".
That's when my dad took me and my sister and dashed to our
right, down the street to outrun the wave. I was in shock and didn't know what
to expect. With only a few steps my dad took my hand or arm and pushed me forward/up
and yelled at me to "fly!". I knew that somehow this was the moment
of truth, instead of running and graveling in fear I was going to excel and
ascend everything I've done before and go to my rightful place and fly!
I outstretched my arms and intended on flying (superman
style), exceeding, and becoming way more then I could be before, and wouldn't
you have it I stared flying faithfully and strongly!
I knew then that I was going to avoid the wave and felt safe,
but started to fear if I was heading into outer space. I saw the clouds I was
flying through and I was ascending higher and higher. I calmed my fear and no
sooner that I did I saw the most incredible white building on my right!
Then looked ahead and saw "heaven" full blast and
totally embodied in the experience as if I was there before!
It was bright and
sunny with plenty of cloud like fog near the bottom. At that point was I flying
on auto pilot, as if I was somehow being controlled. All I had to do was relax
and enjoy the moment and I would fly to wherever I needed to be. I remember
hearing the angels cheering for me in the distance in a way. I was so excited
and no sooner I saw the skyscape all I could repeat to myself is that "I
knew it!". Everything I saw and felt was exactly what I remember heaven
and the angels being like.
No matter what I read or leaned from, that very first
remembrance of heaven I had never left and anything that connected me to that
"feeling" strike me to the core. It was surely the truth that I knew
to be true on a soul level.
The sun, or if it was the sun, was amazing! Instead of a
bright yellow ball in the sky as you would see on earth, it was a soft white,
warm and healing light. I could see the light flares from me looking into it
and the somewhat opalescent rays that my eyes could capture.
The white building that I saw before, it wrapped around from
the right to the left. I saw that the general style was marble and the classic
cherry wood ascent. I also saw a huge bronze angel statue, it seemed like it
moved gracefully as I flew by. As I flew around, the reality of everything was
more real and welcoming then our reality.
Nothing in this world
can recapture the moment like I experienced. This wasn't a mere dream and it
was just too damn awesome to be an out-body-experience since I'm accustomed to
those. I can't explain what exactly my travels as those are. I just know when I
do have them, I have a guide or someone watching me, because I can't just go on
my own.
As I was flying, I remember seeing the huge windows and the
angels talking to each other. Each one had a colorful rob on. One even had a
huge stack of papers with him. As I continued to fly around I went under or in
a building and inside it was like a super mall! Full of gold and perhaps yellow
lights. Tons of levels and angels everywhere just working. I remember seeing it
and how in love I would be in huge places like that on earth. Now I know why,
because it reminds me of home.
I wanted to take control of the flying and as I dipped down
I willed myself to the left and had to use my hands to keep myself from
crashing into the marble wall. I literally scaled up the wall a bit to continue
flying.
I look down and saw two angels talking to each other. They
both had different colored robes on, one with a brown/maroon color and I forgot
the other one. They both had brown wavy shoulder length hair. They were both
gorgeous as hell just like the classic depictions of angels, yet they both
lacked wings. In fact, I didn't see a single pair during my trip!
At that time I knew
archangel Michael was around because I just had him on my mind. It was like he
was there with me. So I assumed that one of the angels was him and turned
around and made a landing. Again the experience was so real and alive, I just
can't believe it. I felt the force of the landing and had to take quick steps
to prevent myself from falling. Then when I looked closer at the angel knew it
wasn't Michael.
I looked ahead and wanted to go back outside. I remember
seeing two younger angels chasing after me in a light hearted way. I wanted to
make an exit before they could reach me. I saw the door, it was fancy like a
hotel door. Even the bronze door handle was crafted in a exquisite way. I remember
grabbing the door and opening it, I could see the outside behind another pair
of doors. Then just like that I faded into the dark, as if I got
"disconnected" and woke up.
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This is probably by far the very best experience I ever had.
Everything that I worked for spiritually and about finding about who I am was
somehow conformed in this short trip to heaven. Now I know that I'm in fact an incarnated Seraph angel (will explain in a later post) living yet again in a
human body.
Not only that, but remembering from childhood or even when I
was just a few years old, the "feeling" of what heaven and angels are
like was completely validated! It was like I never left and that connection
stayed strong no matter what happened to me.
My yearning for my home was satisfied and I feel so blessed
that the angels (and probably Archangel Michael that initiated this) gave me
that wonderful feeling again! But I'm sure this wasn't just for leisure, as you
can tell from the beginning of the dream I had to be brave and strong. If for a
second I went back into my more fearful mind set I probably wouldn't be able to
fly or even believe I could do it. My bravery towards the tidal wave grant me
the strength to say "I'm not going to run, but fly!" and in a moments
time I felt that specialness, that true power that I had in myself, totally
untapped and in my control and faith!
Even after the experience, I woke up as if I was in a deep 8
hour sleep (I was asleep for less then an hour). The immense details of the dream
started to fade almost immediately, and after I got up to type this down I
contracted a headache, something that never happened to me before. But it only
tells me further that what I experienced is not only real but deep and immense.
It's obvious that my brain simply can't handle the level of
realty that I was in. The detail, the experience itself is something so far
beyond what I'm normally used to that my brain has a hard time keeping up with
it. Which is probably way I contacted a headache in the first place.
Later that day when I went to stretch my body, I pulled two
of my back muscles, right down my shoulder blades. When I felt where the pain
was, I was surprised to find that those areas is where angel wings (even my
own) grow from! I can say that I never pulled those muscles before, or at least
that I can remember (which hurt a LOT). I'm
not sure what happened during my trip but it triggered something physically
from which I can remember it by.
Hopefully, through reading my story and experience, it would
trigger or even inspire you to explore the angel kingdom. So that maybe you
can find a bit of yourself and finally take off and fly like I did. :)
♥♥♥ Inner Child, The Divine Whisperer ♥♥♥