Past life thoughts...
Listening to: Live 365 Trance
Being a sensitive person has made life interesting for me. I recently lived in a house which was haunted by a poltergeist. In the middle of the night the television would turn itself on always playing an old black and white movie. The house seemed to have a mind of its own.
I revelled in my small space, a room with wall to floor windows, grey-blue carpet, light green curtains and cream walls. It was a 'green room' of a sort and in that space I found again my core creativity. One end of the room had ceiling to floor cupboards - I used it as a canvas finally decorating it with my artwork and favourite uplifting pictures.
It was a sanctuary for me, a place of peace. To complete art, listen and play music, write as well as sleep and meditate.
One night doing a meditation I had an incredible experience.. I started to get visions of goddesses and angels. One in particular was of a woman lifting up out of water surrounded by hands. As she lifted up the hands and the water slipped away. Another was of a woman walking through a doorway lined with beads she looked over her shoulder through the beads in the doorway and was an image of strength and beauty.
Then I saw my hands clearly in front of me. I remember thinking well this is weird..because I could see them perfectly as though I were awake. I lifted up and the room was full of colour, predominantly orange. Before I knew it I was walking around on the ceiling and moved (floated) through the entire house. I think I got a little scared and headed back to my room and my body. I must have connected to another plane and then done some astral travelling as well. Interesting as it was I was relieved to get back to my body.
During my stay at the house and in the green room I made a lot of progress in opening up my creativity which had been stagnating. The house, possibly 50's vintage had great mistique. I happily worked cleaning it up, moving months of cobwebs and redecorating. It was as though after I had cleaned up and opened my creativity again it was time to move on. The impermanence of the stay did not bother me.
