PORTAL’s of Unearthly Dimensions: by Julianna Rowe
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.
“Ahrr,’ 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 suspected birth was 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 powerful, sucking swoosh as I entered a new world through a second
opening, allowing me a sense of free flying. I wondered, should I put my arms
out like Superman? But, instead, I did nothing. No thoughts or emotions were
present. I simply was.
I had asked for it. I
had done what I always did. Gotten myself in too deep trying to help
others. It had 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 did 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 enormous white shaggy dog in “The Never-Ending Story.” Maybe that was 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 didn’t like water, and 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 just enough to hit the gravel to tantalize me, or was it
torture me? His intention was to make me think we might drive into the water
and die. I guessed that would be torture. 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 suspected he would
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.
Here, through the portal, I
had no fear. I saw prisons, offices full of strange people with all sorts
of worries. 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 might have helped some.
Interestingly 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 would open up and
swallow you like the whale swallowed up Jonah. They would steal your
life. Balance yourself to avoid portals of unearthly dimensions. It
was all around you. Blurry until you removed the blinders and could see the
truth. Just like the glass wall in my portal. The woman on the other
side was me, of course. Now she was free. Free indeed.
picture from Cern's Portal to Another Dimension and Other Unbelievable Facts.
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