Going from my back door through the gate to the barnyard has been an entrance to a portal for me for over 20 years now, and time very nearly stops when I emerge at the barn. Living with horses was a dream I had since I can remember, and when we bought this little farm all those years ago, it became a dream come true. I thank the universe on a daily basis for getting to live on this patch of land, with the horses and pony and donkeys who came to share it with us.
So when I go out through the first portal, as I did tonight, and sink into it, and then sunset begins and I glance out to see this portal, all I can feel in my entire body is a call to some other place. When I looked at this and even now looking at the photo I took, I see a wavy multi-dimensional opening.
It’s notable that my reaction was a brief oh wow, wanting to go through, but then thinking, no, I’ll stay in my familiar portal right here by the barnyard gate, with the herd behind me eating their dinner tubs.
I heard the message of this sunset portal clearly. If you can’t stand it there, come here.
With all that’s going on in our world, this wavy pink opening feels like a safe calm place, which I help clients create regularly. This one came to me with just a simple glance.
These portals are out there if you look for them. Find one or a lot and let them offer a little respite in this crazy time.
Billie heeds the calls
despite dire deafening noise.
Extends songs’ echoes.
I've been to this place. It is reminiscent. Familiar. Yet I've never been there in this life. I've found ways to return in the right setting or triggered by by sound or smell.
I used to fear this experience. Now I yearn for it.
Am I batshit crazy?