PORTAL to Another Dimension:
I could feel and see everything that was happening to me
through the portal. It was a tiny yet vast canyon in another dimension. Another
time? Which was I in? I wondered/pondered as I bent over to pick up
something that resembled a telescope. It appeared to be an antique brass
cylinder like in the old pirate movies.
“Awr’ land ahoy!” The
rugged filthy yet virile bearded man said as he peered thru the long thin brass
object appearing to magnify his destination.
Was I magnifying through imagination my own
destination? I reluctantly picked up the
instrument, put it to my eye and scanned the canyon through the nearly
invisible portal in my bedroom wall. I
saw land, mountains, craters, and an ocean. All in miniature scale. As I scanned this new world through the tiny
round amplifying lens I caught a glimpse of three tiny figures. I turned the cylinder to heighten the
magnification and clearly saw a woman. And
walking with her as though lost were two animals. One oddly appeared to be a
living breathing large shaggy blue stuffed animal. I stopped all mental and physical movement afraid
to look away or remove myself from the portal for fear of losing it forever.
Yet was I dreaming? I continued although with subjective confusion to follow
the odd threesome as though I were their portal police. Who were they? Where
were they? Did they need help? And then,
suddenly and with a force unknown to me I was pulled through the small opening
to the other side in a millisecond. Faster than an airbag and with the velocity
of a jet engine. I suspect birth is easier although looking back it did leave
me breathless as well as weightless. The weightless part was the only factor I
enjoyed. When I reached the end of the portal there was a swoosh as I entered a
new world through a second opening and I was free flying. I wondered should I
put my arms out like Superman? Actually I did nothing. No thoughts or emotions
were present. I simply was.
I had asked for it. Had
done what I always do. Gotten myself in
too deep trying to help others. It has
always been my downfall not to mention the portion of my brain still
maintaining rationality wondered if I would or could ever get back. What or who
would call me back with the intent I do others. That to me would be the only
way of returning through the porthole to the safety of my earthly bedroom. Much
less my earthly life.
Regardless, there I was actually flying or rather soaring. It
brought back a memory of the boy flying on his shaggy dog in “The Never Ending
Story.” Maybe that is who the blue dog was I saw with the woman through the pirate’s
nautical spyglass. And then another memory came into view.
I was a small child riding in a car at a time when seatbelts
were not required. I would scoot up and rest my head on the back of my father’s
driver’s seat near his big safe shoulder usually donned in a soft plaid flannel
shirt and watch the road dreaming of
someday driving like he did. On occasion there would be a mountain ahead. (In reality a child’s mind pictures a small
hill to be a mountain.) I would watch
intently as my father drove us up, straight up, where the road met the sky,
nothing beyond. The end. I was sure we
would fall off the edge of the road and go down, down, down to our deaths. And
then another memory came toward me like a swirling column of air. Inside the whirlwind was an ocean. I don’t
like water; in fact I am very frightened of it. And then as before I saw my father driving
us near the water’s edge purposefully driving off the road and hitting the
gravel to tantalize me, making me think
we might drive into the water and die. Actually it was torturing. Why would he
do that? I could feel where the fear began in my life as I soared above it able
to read the visual beneath me. What my father did wasn’t a good thing. I
suspect he will have a portal of his own to deal with someday.
And then…. I descended slowly onto real land. Everything was
blurry ahead and all around me. I had nowhere to go so I took a leap of faith
and stepped forward only to see clearly a long very tall glass wall I was
unable to penetrate. And then I saw her on the other side. I was on the inside
of a building and she was on the outside. A door appeared but it would not
open. I could not get out and she could
not get in. What would happen if I could let her in? She was me standing there with her stuffed
shaggy blue dog and another small animal I didn’t recognize. There was no way out. On earth I would have had FEAR. Wikipedia says: Fear is a feeling induced by
perceived danger or threat that occurs in certain types of organisms, which
causes a change in metabolic and organ functions and ultimately a change in
behavior, such as fleeing, hiding, or freezing from perceived traumatic events.
But here through the portal I had no fear.
I saw prisons, offices full of strange people with all sorts of
worriment. I passed over large bodies of water confident in myself to be safe.
Mountain roads dropping thousands of feet should one get too close to the edge.
People shouting at one another from their vehicles. People dying. People angry
with me. Yet I withstood every
insecurity and mental probability of my own fear of confrontations, of dying a
water death, falling off a mountain road, and I passed the tests. The Blue Shaggy dog probably helped
some. Interesting my dream allowed me
the security of a living stuffed animal.
I had taken myself to this place to learn how to escape my
earthly situation and bring myself back to reality to face life once
again. The Universe took me to places I
needed to re-experience so as to be able to live in peace on earth without
continued fear.
There are other portals…..good ones and bad ones. Given enough mental off balance they will open
up and swallow you like the whale swallowed up Jonah. They will steal your
life. Balance yourself to avoid portals of unearthly dimensions. It’s all around you. Blurry until you remove
the blinders and see the truth. Just
like the glass wall in my portal. The
woman on the other side was me of course.
Now she is free. Free indeed.
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