Smoky truths of a darker night.
Now mist, now dog, now vast angel...
Smoky.
20 feet away I see a smoky little curled up ball.
Who?
Buffy.
Buffy who passed away a few years ago?
Yes, Buffy who has passed away a few years ago.
She visits us often.
Usually she appears as a vast spirit form. But rarely she comes in a hyper-real doggy form.
She zips about. Now floor, now on the bed. Now close to the ceiling. As if the projector is finding it difficult to synch. The once-dog tries to walk. But the act of trying to be dog, by a no-longer-dog falls apart reveals a shimmering scarf of light. Like the crystal heart of stone filled with river murmur.The Dragon Buffy and Doggy Ghost alternate. At one level one may think ghostly. At another it is realler than real. Like a big time CEO returning to his school, and sitting on the tiny bench of his chair. And passing his fingers over the cuts on wood. Too big to fit in.
Why? Has she… appeared as Sphinx?
Hours later. It is night. Unsleeping night. I see Buffy now as Sphinx. Protective over Celia.
She keeps shifting form. Now Sphinx. Now pony. Then Lion. And a bell goes off in the mind. In another life of Buffy she was a Lion. An African Lion? An Arabian Lion?There is a constant dace, now here the Sphinx-Buffy, roars up out to another plane. What?-Where?
Someone needs a protector...
And then a thought I should have asked at the very beginning. Why has Buffy come today? And with such nervousness? Because… oh, for today… Celia needs protection, a a cup to keep her spirit safe as her spirit wanders... Very deep... Very far.
After a few hours deeper into the night, since Buffy-dragon-spirit has work to do, there needs to be a change of Guard. So I take over as watch dog.
Tapping on the computer, in the early morning/late night, I am here and and there in the bedroom. Here I am human. There I am a swirly grey-white force to keep the body-left-behind by Celia, now a meteor, secure. The watch dog of me is half of many things. Nubian night faced. Crystal mane. Winged. Scorpion-tailed.
When a Tsunami meets a Cyclone...
Afterawhile Sphinx Buffy returns. And joins me. We are both hyper. Both of us are like towering storm fronts.Meeting Buffy as spirit and meeting Buffy as Sphinx are big enough shifts. But when I am transmorgified from Human to a smoky bull-beast are 2 different things, even the ordinary is extreme let alone the the Dragonic! It is intensely alive, deeply loving, and impossibly strange.
We are so used to saying 'My Baby. My Friend. My Daughter'. Imagine turning to someone you have known all your life and saying "My Tornado and Meaning it!
It may seem strange, but each and everyone of us is vater than we think we are... When we KNOW it and not just suspect it... And when we meet someone who KNOWS it and not just suspects it, there is bound to be fireworks...
Someone needs a protector...
From deep communion with a Primal Death Lord {Call him Sangraahn}, Celia returns with a white-flower. Grumbling in her sleep. Murmuring. 'Why is there such a crowd here?'
Hearing her spirit, Tarun the human goes back to the bedroom, Celia stirs and says, “I dreamt there were robbers dancing in the drawing room, but you chased them off” she says.
Buffy-sphinx grins like a Cheshire cat. She explains. A moon-pipe carrying astral-hurt beings broke in our vicinity. Some hurt-ghosty-baddies escaped. And Celu-Mama had gone far far to meet Death Lord {Don't Like, she adds}.
So from protector I become psychic plumber. I patch the psychic pipe. The plumbing grows into a tree. Everywhere are colorful clouds.
Meanwhile, pleased as punch Buffy-Dog-Ghost-Angel sprawls contentedly. She is 10 kilometres long. As if light-chiseled. Her smile is like the dawn. She can grow bigger. She does. Meanwhile our normal 2 guards, who look like robot dwarves, have caught an astral escapee and pound them with hammers. They love giving righteous biffs to baddies.
Beneath our ice-floe we think is a world are vaster realities.
“Can I find my trundoo?” Says the little white flower child Lord Sangraahn gave Celia. We plant him in this astral patch. It flowers. It dances. The scent of laughter will reach you soon.
Buffy is not dog in the thereafter. Tarun not human in the where-are-we. Celia is glowing cube returning from Lord Sangraahn’s chambers. The white flower is a child. Our bedroom is a doorway on a magic carpet. As is yours.
Love & God,
Tarun & Celia Cherian{Ps: Now this experience happened in 18. The other day a deep seeker, Diana {was it?} asked me, why my foot was giving trouble, {gout is it?}even though if I am a master healer? Couldn't I heal it with a single airy stroke? Good question:
In the experience above, Celia had actually gone to visit the God of Death to discuss good exit times. Should she die in 2018, 2022, 2028 or 2036? She had to review unfinished life-lessons. Well, Celia after Buffy's passing away, has wondered why she continued to live on? Not in a broody way, but a real way. Also having foreseen a serious virus in 2017-22, and greater tragedies in the 30's, the question has many ramifications.
Now as the sense of being disconnected with the world grew after Buffy's departure in the latter half of 2010's , there came several days where Celia found herself in 2 places at the same time. Which meant her inner being was projecting 2 physical Celia's out. In one sense that is a brilliant gift to Celia and everyone. We are all projections. Not physical beings, but projections. But just as exploring the arctic can have a price like frostbite, intense soul exploration can claim a deep price. The reason why Buffy and I were appointed watchdogs was that the tumult of her exit from the body and rearrival could have stilled her heart... So to answer Diana's question... The more we grow, spiritually and as healers, also means that the body stress can be hugely challenging...
So the quick answer is Healing is indeed a magic wand. But handling a magic wand is not easy. For it is not out of a Kiddy Potteresque story. Magic is tricky. It magnifies our hopes & hates, dreams & despairs, wishes & curses, futures and realities.
Healers can fall ill. Our contradictions can trigger heath complications. For example, Tarun's foot had a touch of gout because he was unsure of a Creator's Child direction. ??? With the looming death of billions in just decades, Tarun felt too little was accomplished. So what step should he take to galvanise action? The inner self that heard his unsurety, offered the body a few choices. A} Accident. B} Gout. Since he rejected Accident... gout served. But if we invite illness, we can equally well welcome health or transformation... Healing here needs to be multidimensional. Healing, seeing a better path into the future, exercise and herbal oils.}
Now this article has wandered. We began with psychic guard duty. Plunged into a discussion of healers tripping up. Looked in on Mr Death. And... So let's gather some of the fruit in this orchard.... Shall we?
The major Lessons of This Article
- A woman sleeping maybe travelling.
- What happens in dream does not stay in dream. What happens in my skull doesn't stay put!
- A traveller maybe going to meet a cousin in Delhi or Mr Death.
- Mr Death is not Anti-Life, but as gate keeper between life & Life. He can add greatly.
- When you meet another who knows they are unlimited, the encounter can be titanic.
- Because healing can be titanic. It can be challenging.
- In the spiritual we are not going towards the sweet, but the true.
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