The Doors Opened.

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Earlier this evening, I went upstairs to lay down for a bit. I lit some incense (I do love the smell of wildberry brand awapuhi incense) and I was actually intending to read. I ended up dozing off, and before I knew it I was heading up a familiar gravel path. This time though, it was much more winding and hilly, and at one point led briefly through a very dense forest. I came again to the temple at Delos, but this time I did not try the latch on the doors. Instead, I put my hands up to their surface. This time, they slammed open, with such a force as if they'd been kicked, but I didn't kick them and there was no wind to blow them.

Again, I was expected, and was being pulled in. I felt as though something else was moving my feet. I was not resisting, but the fact that I was moving forward was not of my own will. The inside of the temple was much larger than the outside looked, and it was not dark. muted rays of sunlight streamed in though windows near the ceiling and the temple was essentially a cavernous hallway inside. I had the feeling that someone else was in there, but I did not see anyone

Periodically, there were cylindrical pedestals with basins of water on top of them, and after I had walked a bit, I saw a few people further in, here and there, kneeling in front of the water basins and praying. I stood at one and contemplated it for a minute, then looked towards the far end of the hallway, and then looked towards the ceiling. It was so high. It was so much higher than the roof had seemed from the outside. I felt tiny. I felt a sense of awe. It suddenly seemed completely improper to remain standing, and I fell on my knees, still looking up at the ceiling with amazement.

Then I closed my eyes and bowed my head, and knelt there silently and it might have been a minute, or it might have been an hour, but I felt two hands placed on top of my head. I opened my eyes and looked up, and here was a woman who looked a lot like me, but older...maybe 10 years older. She wore a white robe and a single thin, gold bracelet on her right wrist. She smiled but didn't say anything, and I knew that she wanted me to stand up so I did. Then she took me by the hand and led me to the far end of the hall where there was an altar the size of a boardroom table full of candles, fruit and incense. She stopped a few steps short of it, knelt briefly and stood back up. She did not get any closer and it seemed that there was some reason that she was not allowed to move closer I could see that she wanted to walk right up to it as I did and touched the edge of the altar, still awestruck, but suddenly moving forward on my own again. I was still somewhat intimidated, but at the same time I felt a slight, very slight, sense of entitlement. Somehow, being there belonged to me. Only then did she speak, she said "It is your turn now, younger one."

Then I woke up, just as the incense on my shelf was burning itself out.

My turn??? What the heck? Is this going to be another recurring dream? *Grumble*

Comments

[dcnblus.livejournal.com]

*chuckle* something tells me you found an agreeable path :) Nice!

[fuego.livejournal.com]

Something anyway. But why, if I'm going to have dreams about it, can't I just have nice, conclusive ones?

[caletara.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I guess Apollo finally gave you your answer!.......and as Im posting this I got a really strong whiff from my hyacinth--which isnt in bloom and thus shouldnt be smelling.

Something tells me to to wish you a 'welcome home'.