Night Travels, Part 1
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Crimes to the Third Degree.
Let me state right out that I donâ€™t do drugs. Maybe this kind of thing would be easier; maybe not. But since I donâ€™t do drugs and Iâ€™m right now having the first glass of wine Iâ€™ve had in….three? months, I donâ€™t do a lot of alcohol either. Iâ€™m not under the influence of anything except my attempts to experiment further with field theory and energetic exchanges.
Each time I meditate and attempt to â€œastral,â€ I seem to get a little farther. Itâ€™s like exercising a muscle thatâ€™s been seldom used or only just discovered. But I donâ€™t really have any control of this and sometimes itâ€™sâ€”I donâ€™t knowâ€”other dimensions and other times.
Iâ€™ve gotten to the point now that I relax, meditate, then Iâ€™m off and away within a very few minutes. I feel a slight separation and ease and thenâ€¦gone. But then I often fall asleep and forget it all. Maybe I shouldnâ€™t be trying this at 2 a.m. when Iâ€™m exhausted and have to be up in 4.5 hours. Not that that stops anything.
On this particular night, I relax and think maybe Iâ€™ll try to go someplace in particular or check in on loved ones. Iâ€™ve tried before and the best Iâ€™ve done is to see ducks playing in sprinkler puddles in the street or a congested intersection on a weekend night.
Iâ€™m not ready to even try to â€œgoâ€ anywhere and thenâ€”whoa! Poof! Iâ€™m gone!
This is the oddest feeling. Iâ€™ve never known anything like this. Iâ€™m just suddenly inâ€¦Jeaneenâ€™s kitchen at 2 a.m. with the house eerily quiet and nothing on but the light over the stove.
How did this happen? And why Jeaneenâ€™s kitchen 20 miles away? I wasnâ€™t thinking of her. Actually Iâ€™m a little to the side of her kitchen, in the hallway area between kitchen and table, in the area where something very powerful energetically took place a long while ago and I was part of it. Maybe thatâ€™s what this is. A marker I could find. There was a portal open there, in this spot where I…standâ€¦orâ€¦um, where I am.
I created the portal there, using crystals and a sacred circle consecrated for a particular purpose, and I suppose the portal remains open. I wonder if sheâ€™s aware of itâ€”I havenâ€™t talked to her in many months. All I know is that it was an incredibly powerful experience for me, and that while everyone else in the room was covering up with blankets, I could have sworn it was 115 degrees in the roomâ€”for over two hours. I was putting off some major energy and damned near glowing with it. Intense!
Okay, so thatâ€™s why I went there. Marker. Portal. Yes.
But even odder is this strange feeling of dual consciousness. I am wholly aware of my body lying calmly in bed, on my back, breathing, darkness around, that if I open my eyes, Iâ€™ll see the neighborâ€™s porch light through my window. I am not asleep. I am awareâ€¦twice over.
Iâ€™m also very much aware of being in Jeaneenâ€™s house, uninvited, in the wee hours of the morning. I am aware of other people somewhere in the house. Sleeping. I do not want to disturb anyone.
I donâ€™t exactly walk around, but thereâ€™sâ€¦movement. I can go down the hall a little to where the aquariumâ€™s purple light used to cast a pretty glow. I can turn and face the living room. But Iâ€™m not walking anywhere. Iâ€™m just present, a presence, wider than my body.
Where else can I go? I donâ€™t want to intrude here.
I think of Katâ€™s house down the road and donâ€™t know how Iâ€™ll get out of Jeaneenâ€™s house and through the walls and doors, but Iâ€™m suddenly out along the drive and at the pasture gate. Iâ€™m moving along above the dirt road. I take a right, then gently whoosh along the road, twisting and turning with it. Iâ€™m not aware of my feet or whether theyâ€™re bare. Iâ€™m not in bodily form. But, even though I feel my body breathing and calm and all okay back in my bedroom, I am also very much here on this dirt road.
I see Kathyâ€™s house. Itâ€™s dark. Only thinly waxing moonlight outside to light the grounds. I donâ€™t go in. Iâ€™m not invited. But I do swirl past the house, to the left where I parked my car a few times, and around into the back yard. I give a nod to the music studio where the band played last Memorial Day in the rain, but itâ€™s dark tonight and feels desolate. No guitars or drums to warm my heart. A lotâ€™s happened since then, and I wonderâ€¦I wonder where else I might go if I can come here, 20 miles apart from where I feel myself breathing and fully awake.
But instead of going elsewhere, I feel myself pulled back to my room.