Four months ago I was sitting in the dark with my feet grounded on the floor. I could feel every inch of them touching the floor, like they were the roots of a plant. But they were my roots.
As I kept my eyes closed I focused on my heart and my connection to my spirit. I continued to express doubt as I felt nothing as if there was a block. I felt frustrated not knowing how to get past that block. Then I calmed myself. I Focused and released my thoughts. I drifted. I could her the noise of a car in the background. A noise of it driving by. The swooshing sound, like a fast car or airplane going through the sky. But then the swooshing sound remained but it wasn't in this realm. I could feel my head slowly drifting backwards but I wasn't moving it. As it did I could see and feel myself flying up in the air on a craft. I could see it level off and fly straight. It looked like a circular ufo. I looked out the window and could see stars. Then the whooshing noise of a car again. Back to this realm. It was the car again. Amazingly it sounded exactly the same, as if time had stopped and I never left. Like it was repeating itself over and over again.
Once again the swooshing changed and it wasn't of this realm. This time my head started turning to my left without my control. It stopped. I could see an older man sitting in a wheelchair. He was sitting next to a river or stream reading a book. He was laughing and smiling as he enjoyed the book in nature. I could see his thoughts. He was thinking back to his mother, his siblings all in an old house with dirt floors, his mom teaching them a lesson about life. And suddenly I was back sitting in the chair in this realm and I realized I couldn't go any further in my meditation at this time.
What were these things I saw? Were they me? Past lives or future lives? Or something else?
By Michael Walters
The Ancestor's Fire
Writing the voices of the unheard
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