Astral Traveling

 

Astral Traveling by Theresa C. Gaynord

 

I'm in a state of biological evolution,

wrapped up in nature's ever-evolving

quest for genetic perfection, like an

embryo breathing in liquid oxygen within

the desperation of nonverbal responsiveness.

 

There's a need, an affective involvement

and vulnerability to give up something,

in order to understand. The process is one

of rebuilding through interpretive reflection,

becoming one with a cohesive identity.

 

I see the mirror image of me, my astral self,

in empathic breaks that blur the boundaries

of time and space, repairing the ruptures

reluctantly acknowledged and left behind in

the attuned experience.

 

The emergence of life has a commonality

to my spiritual quest and unfolds in unison

with it, much like a magical edifice, complete

and beautifully appointed to the resplendence

of a familiar voice that is all encompassing,

 

embodying me with color, with power. I lay

quietly beseeching the moment while my

astral self glides in the Heavens liberating

and tranquil, symbolized by the tangible peace

of sacredness that anoints me with transmitting

 

knowledge and definitive commands. I realize

the potency of the origin, the certitude of His

wisdom and love, so essential to my body,

my spirit. We continue to function simultaneously,

with hardly a word between us.

 

I am completely focused, flying in this incredibly

joyous, freeing feeling. There are others, and I

gradually become one with my astral self before

merging into wholeness with them, experiencing

 

clarity and organization in the movement.

 

An invasion of lights, of matter, skates around

my peripheral vision. Instantly, I sense something

important has occurred. And then it comes, the

preoccupation, the doubt. It, prevents me from

receiving the gift that transcends the physical

and rises above the five senses to a reality that

is innate, but best of all compromised of free will.

 

In the night air I descend, where no one can hear

me scream, gasping for breath, acclimating to

a new world where I yearn to live the Truth,

even as I’ve forgotten where I came from and to

whom I will eventually be returning.