Once I exited the tunnel and entered the other realm my friend and spirit ally, the buck, greeted me. I asked him if he had a name and he responded however I had difficulty discerning what he told me at that time. We walked together through the forest along a familiar path, he just one step ahead of me. The forest began to thin out as we entered a beautiful and peaceful meadow. I questioned my animal ally as to why we were there though when I
I felt overwhelming love. Warm, bright, happiness, comfort, complete. This was why I was there that day.
Sophia and I walked through the meadow pointing at the butterflies, listening to the birds and collecting wild flowers. We sat in the middle of the meadow and wove flower wreaths to wear on our heads. I braided her hair as we “spoke” to each other without words but with such clarity and intensity – it was tangible.
I wished that her sister, FayeMaiden, who was eight years old at the time, could have been there with us. I knew she wanted to see her as much as I did.
Sophia answered my unspoken question, “But I do see her, Mommy. I visit her at night. I tell her that it’s OK.” This made perfect sense to me since FayeMaiden spoke and walked in her sleep recurrently. I believed (and still do) that she is experiencing more than just disturbing dreams.
The vision didn’t last long. It was flashes. Images. It was still photos and video clips inside my head. But the experience made me cry. During this time in my life it seemed that I cried frequently at the chiropractor’s office due to the meditation experiences I encountered. I think that during this time the chiropractor’s assistant might have started becoming concerned for me.