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Tree of Life

The window who let me in

By Amanda Christine Armstrong Published 3 years ago 1 min read
Tree of Life
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The window whispered my name, calling me to my brain. The window appeared to another world, the one I am meant to explore.

Greeted and Guided by a familiar, named Chester, a red velvety fox, a trickster, a mister. Upon the pond we became, looking into the water, that day, a slight push from familiar, lending my soul to the Fae.

Falling to the ground, at the base of a tree. The fog and Fairy crept over me. As he Sniffed me, head- to-toe; I felt his breath sooth and cool. I did not know what to do or where to go, so I laid still with no movement at all.

Breathing slowly and deeply, the rushing of blood rises within me. Pulsating nerves electrocute me, feeling every inch of my body completely. My mind moving fast like lightening speed. I sat and ponder what could possibly be.

Snickering, I hear next to me, I am back at the path with the trickster to be. The fox telepathy noted my bravery as we set forth on another adventure in totality.

Not knowing where I was going, but felt it to be a place that was always meant for me. A feeling of certainty rises within me, supporting my heart as I entered the tree.

The tree was tall and seemed to have it all. It was a live, I could feel, the essence was real. Standing in the middle, I see no one around; but felt the presence of my own spiritual crown. It was beauty and grace and trimmed with lace. I felt the moment it merges me.

Thousand of Hands placed upon me; surrounding every inch of my being. I felt the energy of divine love being transported and transpired within me. The tears fell from my eyes, grazing over the warmth of my rosy cheeks, as the unconditional love started to leap. I now, understood what love truly IS.

A non-judgemental place that resides within. A space that passes with a grin. It was then I became clear, what my purpose was; which IS to reveal what love truly was.

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