I feel like I’m tripping.
This little walk we did down the river path has me just… Reeling. The openness to my own sensitivity is astonishing.
This is the river we walked next to
As I was walking I stopped at this place
Which is facing away from the river so that the path goes between it and the river. I stopped because I felt like I suddenly walked into a someplace different. The word that was in my mind as I took this picture was ‘portal’.
Well we walked on. I still felt that I was in someplace different. Eventually, I tried becoming aware of the specific perceptions that gave me the overall inclination that I was somewhere different than the first half of the path.
I felt pressure on my head. In my head. My nasal passage felt pressured. It felt uncomfortable, until I realized that it felt like being deep underwater. When I gazed at the river, I had the impression that I was inside of it’s body. The sensations of being underwater were very strong and became almost like a verifying indicator, then less noticable. I noticed there was something “wrong” I couldn’t pinpoint what. We walked all the way back, past the ‘portal’ area, and the underwater sensations were totally gone. Instead I felt close to the light again, seeing the air elementals. Still paying attention and gazing at the river I saw a tree that looked like flesh. It’s form and texture had the impression of being soft, like the skin and flesh hips on human hips. This tree was on the bank, between the path and the river. I could see the whole bank here had the cage indication of fleshiness.
The river’s banks here were it’s body while the water itself was like it’s consciousness-its soul. Whereas the place where I’d suddenly felt like I entered a world of underwater sensations- I could see from the lay of the land that that place had been where the body of water lay had the path not been made to run through it. It was a really low spot and indeed, there was water still on the other side of the path.
Immediately I knew that this was what was “wrong”. The path went straight through the soul of the river in a way that disrupted its being. In the way out of the woods, I thought of ways to possibly remediate the situation. But I think I will have to go back and ask it what it needs.
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