Into the Mist I Go

Doorway to the Otherworld

Dear Readers,

Most mornings
She is there
waiting for me
to wake up
to sit up
and start my day

Wiping the sleep
from my eyes, I see
The Mist
enveloping the Trees
who sit in the foothills
of the Ossipee Mountains, who
some mornings are nowhere to be seen
shrouded in an ethereal white blanket
or peeping out as if to say
”We’re still here!”

She is my invitation
on any given day
to step through her and
into the Magic
of The Otherworld

I can beat my drum or
I can shake my rattle
Or, I can just close my eyes again
and dream myself
running through her
feeling the damp cool of her
cloaking me in a
mysterious blanket of
air and water

When I am finally
on the other side
it’s as if I’ve just broken through
the magical Mists of Avalon

Sometimes there’s a lake
and a dock
and an old worn boat
to carry me to a place
I’ve read about so many times
I can ask for healing
I can ask for wisdom
or, I can just visit
with the Magical beings
who inhabit
this Otherworld.

I don’t always end up there
at that otherworldly blue lake
Sometimes The Mist clears
and I am in the forest
where my helping spirit,
the Wolf
greets me with such affection
and howls
that I feel tears on my cheeks
back in “reality”
where I sit in my bed

Or, maybe The Mist
delivers me up and up and up
to visit with the Angels

I can travel anywhere, anytime
via The Otherworld
It is as real to me as this 3D one
where I sit in my bed
gazing out my window

Oh, the world is on fire
It has been for eons
But, if we choose to feel Peace
to know Love
and Understanding
Joy and Laughter
our one little - excuse me, I mean Big - energy field of
Light
will travel far and wide
and help to make a better world

I believe this with every bit of my
Heart and my Soul

“You’re delusional”

“An escapist”

“A nut case”

“This is nothing more than an over-active imagination”

they all say
while glued to the news
drinking in negativity
and fear
or worse yet
sitting in an ivory tower
making bad decisions
of darkness
rather than of Light

I wish the world would all go
on a collective Journey
through
The Mist
or via an opening in the Earth to the Lower World
to listen to the wisdom of the Plant and Animal spirits
even the faerie folk
or up beyond the clouds to the Upper World
to sit and receive the wisdom of angels and ascended masters
It’s all the same.

If I could go back in time
(Well, I can)
the ancients wouldn’t scoff at my musings
they would nod their heads
in a knowing way.
They all sought council from
the helping spirits.

When and why did we forget this?

Close your eyes
Empty your thoughts
Go meet your helping spirits
Feel the Peace
Hear their Wisdom
Feel their Love.

Everything looks brighter
beyond
The Mist.
The bugs don’t bite :)
The weather is perfectly
to your liking, and,
oh, the colors!
A kaleidoscope of Nature

We can imagine a better world
into being
Will you join me?

I hope you never look at
The Mist
in the same way again.

Much Love,
Barbara

P.S. Here’s a wonderful video from Heather Ensworth that I feel is a good companion to this post.

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