1st Temple

The temple bell had been rung.  Many were called.  Few showed.  The priestess had the power and the vocation.  She was at the center of the sanctuary.  I walked towards the border.  The sun was shining and there was a dawn light over the whole landscape.

​Bugs and dust flitted through the air giving the entire outlook hazy glow.  The air was not crisp, yet not warm.  I crossed a path where I saw no ground, however I did see the bridge.  It was stone and concave over a flowing brook, clear as a tropical beach.  The water was only disturbed by the undulating rocks.  Light moss grew in the crevices of the rocks.  The path in front of me was packed dirt and the verge was green aplenty.  The trees were low, but looked the full grown aspect of an oak.  Was I bigger, or their stature smaller?  I could not tell.  Light filled the wood.  Yet, it quickly turned to that reflected by the moon.

​Fireflies or lightning bugs, depending on where you're from I suppose, flitted in the air.  The path was clear as day, but muted with darkness.  Woodland sounds must have occurred, but I do not remember any specific one.  It was clear, the wood was a garden.  The paths were too well placed, and I could see through the sparseness of the trees and manicured ferns throughout, lantern light.  Hanging lanterns replaced the fireflies as my walking companions.

​Their light did not shatter the glimmer of the moon, but seemed to just be a guide.  They smoked their color instead of a beam.  The light was encased in the smoke, with either a mustard yellow, or a vibrant violet.  Almost pastel.

​ I could not have walked more than fifty yards from the bridge until I reached the edge of a clearing.  Lo to behold!  A circle courtyard of rocks filled the space.  White stones that absorbed the moonlight, you could barely differentiate the individual stones.  Here, the lanterns were still hanging, but I could not tell from any branch or pole.  Their smoking color lapped on the ground but did not linger or spread inwards.  

​That space was held by a large structure.  Several stone steps led up to the landing in front of a massive door of a wooden temple.  The roof was curved upwards like a Japanese dojo from samurai.  As I stepped forward over the white stones, I realized that there were supposed to be other acolytes going to the same place.  

​Were they delayed?  Were they experiencing the same events just in a different aspect of dimension from me?  I could tell I clearly wasn't in a physical place of the world I inhabited.  Morning didn't turn to night such as this.  Smoke and light didn't operate with that effect.  I most certainly wasn't standing physically in front of an angel winged beautiful lady, laced with the purple light she imbued.  On this short journey, the reward of seeing the priestess towering over my visage was a sight to behold.  Lavender and white moonlight exuded from her in the same softness as the lanterns.  She was my guide.  She was the voice that led me here.

​As I walked towards the stone steps leading up to her, I knew I was in my yellow astral body.  A body made of yellow energy, swirling around me with static, electric power, that sparked inside.  Rising and falling with my emotional, personal, future desires.  I remember when I knelt before the sun and stood up ready to move.  I was walking in the forest her.  Now I wanted to run.

​As I stood in front of the lady whose softly curved face was gentle and powerful and loving all at once, I stopped.  However, it felt like there was still movement.  The stars were changing above us.  She asked a question.

​"Before entering the temple, you must leave something behind."  Her voice was not cryptic though the question may have been.  I instantly knew.  I reached inside my yellow chest and drew out a crystalline object of amazing beauty.  It was delicate and glittered amongst the moonlight as if trying to sell itself back into my soul.  Covetousness.  Something so preciously delicate, attention must be paid to it every step of the way or else it will break and lead to ruin.  I laid down the object with care not for the thing, but for the moment of release.

​She motioned me to move forward.  I did not pass through her swaying white robes, but she did not move out of the way.  She just instantly moved on whereas I need to move forward.  The large stone door in front of me, interlocked with wood moved without a squeak or noise.  Only permission would've moved that structure.

​Exalted, I moved on, stepping with assurance.  Right as I entered the new room, she was there.  The room was not normal.  It looked as if the walls were made of glass.  The floor resonated with every step.  All around me the sky moved behind us.  The entire temple was moving through the cosmos.  We were journeying I know not where, but I was on board all the way.  I would've gotten out and pushed.

​As I approached the priestess anew, she had a much more ephemeral look.  Her beauty was paramount, even moreso without her physical outline and appearance.  Love into the space around me and I knew I was accepted into her presence with grace but still a barrier.

​She acknowledged the door behind her, and said something else needed to be given up before the door would be opened.

​I needed to think.  These doors meant something.  They weren't for show, nor were they insurmountable obstacles.  Important, yes, but they granted access to an inner power I knew was there.  They seemed like the giant turns of a lock that needed to be opened for personal fulfillment.  Then it came to me.  The fear of letting go.  

​So much of what I gained, I wanted to hold onto, but it was all of those grips that kept me tethered to the ground.  I needed to fly.

​I did not voice this message, but it was read just the same.  With a slight nod of her head, the door behind her opened.  

​It wasn't a door at all, though.  It seemed like it was a release.  The glass structure of the room disappeared and we were in space.  We had been in space the whole time.  The stars we were viewing wasn't a turning room but constellations that we were zooming past. Faster and faster.  I looked around and the endless starlight was leading towards the brightness at the center.

​The temple could have been a living metaphor, an endless soul, undying sun, or the will of the universe.  All was love and all was possible.  

​The priestess brought us back.  I am me.  I am more.  I am awake.  There is so much more to come.