The Beltane Fire Festival has left me nursing an ‘energetic hangover’. Normal hangovers involve intoxication by alcohol and loss of water; energetic hangovers involve becoming intoxicated by other people’s energy while losing much of your own. I’m sure it’s a common phenomena.
Thankfully, I had the opportunity to attend the second in a series of healing workshops hosted by Jude of In The Moment: My Healing Space. You can read my in-depth review of the previous workshop here. This time around, I want to share an experience I had during the evening. I usually don’t share my experiences in the Otherworlds publicly, but my spirit family gave me permission to do so. During our practice of Yoga Nidra, the guided visualisation spontaneously lead me to the Otherworlds, and this is what I experienced:
Late at night, standing on an ancient hill, a cold wind cut through me like a knife. I was lost, and I cast my eyes skywards to seek out the North Star. I find him, and watch the Sky Bears race around and around him, blurring into streaks of light.
My gaze returns to the land, and I see the start of a bonfire. The flames licking up the sides of the woodpile, creating silhouettes of the figures gathered around it. I walk closer, and see familiar faces from the physical and spiritual realms; friends I haven’t been able to see for months or years. Joy, laughter, hugging. I move around, trying to give everyone some of my time, before the familiar sound of Red’s staff reaches my ears. Clack. Jingle. Clack. Jingle.
Red, how I love her. She brought me into the realm of spirit, and had kept me on the path. She pulls me close, into the folds of her robes, and I disappear for a moment before being returned to the gathering. Red draws her skull-face close to mine and tells me things, ancient things, in a language I don’t understand. But my heart does.
The Sky Bears vanish with the rising sun. Red pulls me away from the bonfire, towards the rising sun. I am to stand there, arms outstretched, welcoming the energy of Summer into my body. Red has work to do, and she begins weaving the threads of sunlight into orbs of healing energy. Her bony hands move over my body, removing pockets of depression, anxiety and rage. The spaces are filled with the light orbs. Songs from the time before humanity are sung by Red. The bonfire dies down as she works.
Satisfied with her work, Red takes me back to the fire. The embers are still glowing, and those gathered are taking pieces of charred wood home with them. A plank of wood catches Red’s attention. She pulls it from the ashes. With her staff, she taps me to the left of my heart chakra opening a space within me. In here, she places the piece of wood. With another tap, my body is closed up again.
The sun is high in the sky. Red’s work is done. It is time for me to return to the physical world.