I tried meditation last night, but never achieved visualizations or messages that I can remember. I was too tired. This afternoon, I tried again for a half hour, but results were the same– calm, but no visualizations or messages.
Not giving up, I ty again at 5 PM. I settled onto our back patio, reclining onto the couch and closing my eyes to let my ears take in the soothing waterfall and palm fronds rustle. Birds move about and chirp. I think it’s a lovely day today, this time of year, early spring. Our swimming pool sparkles with sunshine, obscuring the leaves gathering below the surface.
Earlier today, cleaning up some shelves, I rediscovered and re-read my father’s book on entrepreneurship. He passed away 22 years ago. The book explains how to take a small investment and turn it into a six-figure profit within a year, but I’m not sure I could see myself following his blueprint. I like my sister’s idea better– to create intellectual properties that produce passive income.
I close my eyes and lean back. I remove my eyeglasses and surrender my spirit to the wind. The sunlight illuminates my inner eyelids as my body becomes heavier and heavier. I wait to see something, hear something, and I did, all while sensing I was floating backwards, yet still right here on the couch.
The gate appears as an arch, this time like a white metal garden gate with slats 6-inches apart, and a metal leaf pattern adornment. I open the gate and tumble forward into space. I hear “Me & My Arrow” playing as flashes of a younger you smile near the left corner of my vision and then at my right. I sense you tossing a red frisbee and vibrating with red light. I sense I am in Quantum and I start hearing songs– that one by the Smiths, “I am the Sun, and the Moon, and the Air,” Here is Now? I also hear our song by Jane’s Addiction, “Summer Time Rolls,” and the refrain comes in very loud… “and I LOVE HER I mean it SO SO serious, as serious can be.”
I remember that I am here to find an object. You show me a solid red guitar pick, and then a white sand dollar and a beautiful beach comes into view. White sand, pale blue crystal water, light blue sky. I ask why these things and I sense the pick is the object, and the sand dollar is just another beach, a different one every day, that I come to visit. As we wind down the vision, I hear you singing me a song you wrote in your 20s:
Come with me on a journey to a place you've never been before. Come I'll show you the sights you've never seen. Follow me, follow me, follow me.
I’ve come to realize that Quantum is a channel I can tune into. Sometimes I have trouble tuning in and get static interference. It’s okay. I try again. I’m taken to a beach scene in Doctor Who. He’s with River Song. She grins and winks, holding her diary close. “Spoilers, sweetie” she’d say. They were living in opposite directions in time and overlaps. A reminder than Quantum time is not linear.