PORTAL to Another Dimension:
I could feel and see everything that was happening to me through the portal. It was a tiny yet vast canyon in another dimension. Another time? Which was I in? I wondered/pondered as I bent over to pick up something that resembled a telescope. It appeared to be an antique brass cylinder like in the old pirate movies.
“Awr’ land ahoy!” The rugged filthy yet virile bearded man said as he peered thru the long thin brass object appearing to magnify his destination.
Was I magnifying through imagination my own destination? I reluctantly picked up the instrument, put it to my eye and scanned the canyon through the nearly invisible portal in my bedroom wall. I saw land, mountains, craters, and an ocean. All in miniature scale. As I scanned this new world through the tiny round amplifying lens I caught a glimpse of three tiny figures. I turned the cylinder to heighten the magnification and clearly saw a woman. And walking with her as though lost were two animals. One oddly appeared to be a living breathing large shaggy blue stuffed animal. I stopped all mental and physical movement afraid to look away or remove myself from the portal for fear of losing it forever. Yet was I dreaming? I continued although with subjective confusion to follow the odd threesome as though I were their portal police. Who were they? Where were they? Did they need help? And then, suddenly and with a force unknown to me I was pulled through the small opening to the other side in a millisecond. Faster than an airbag and with the velocity of a jet engine. I suspect birth is easier although looking back it did leave me breathless as well as weightless. The weightless part was the only factor I enjoyed. When I reached the end of the portal there was a swoosh as I entered a new world through a second opening and I was free flying. I wondered should I put my arms out like Superman? Actually I did nothing. No thoughts or emotions were present. I simply was.
I had asked for it. Had done what I always do. Gotten myself in too deep trying to help others. It has always been my downfall not to mention the portion of my brain still maintaining rationality wondered if I would or could ever get back. What or who would call me back with the intent I do others. That to me would be the only way of returning through the porthole to the safety of my earthly bedroom. Much less my earthly life.
Regardless, there I was actually flying or rather soaring. It brought back a memory of the boy flying on his shaggy dog in “The Never Ending Story.” Maybe that is who the blue dog was I saw with the woman through the pirate’s nautical spyglass. And then another memory came into view.
I was a small child riding in a car at a time when seatbelts were not required. I would scoot up and rest my head on the back of my father’s driver’s seat near his big safe shoulder usually donned in a soft plaid flannel shirt and watch the road dreaming of someday driving like he did. On occasion there would be a mountain ahead. (In reality a child’s mind pictures a small hill to be a mountain.) I would watch intently as my father drove us up, straight up, where the road met the sky, nothing beyond. The end. I was sure we would fall off the edge of the road and go down, down, down to our deaths. And then another memory came toward me like a swirling column of air. Inside the whirlwind was an ocean. I don’t like water; in fact I am very frightened of it. And then as before I saw my father driving us near the water’s edge purposefully driving off the road and hitting the gravel to tantalize me, making me think we might drive into the water and die. Actually it was torturing. Why would he do that? I could feel where the fear began in my life as I soared above it able to read the visual beneath me. What my father did wasn’t a good thing. I suspect he will have a portal of his own to deal with someday.
And then…. I descended slowly onto real land. Everything was blurry ahead and all around me. I had nowhere to go so I took a leap of faith and stepped forward only to see clearly a long very tall glass wall I was unable to penetrate. And then I saw her on the other side. I was on the inside of a building and she was on the outside. A door appeared but it would not open. I could not get out and she could not get in. What would happen if I could let her in? She was me standing there with her stuffed shaggy blue dog and another small animal I didn’t recognize. There was no way out. On earth I would have had FEAR. Wikipedia says: Fear is a feeling induced by perceived danger or threat that occurs in certain types of organisms, which causes a change in metabolic and organ functions and ultimately a change in behavior, such as fleeing, hiding, or freezing from perceived traumatic events. But here through the portal I had no fear. I saw prisons, offices full of strange people with all sorts of worriment. I passed over large bodies of water confident in myself to be safe. Mountain roads dropping thousands of feet should one get too close to the edge. People shouting at one another from their vehicles. People dying. People angry with me. Yet I withstood every insecurity and mental probability of my own fear of confrontations, of dying a water death, falling off a mountain road, and I passed the tests. The Blue Shaggy dog probably helped some. Interesting my dream allowed me the security of a living stuffed animal.
I had taken myself to this place to learn how to escape my earthly situation and bring myself back to reality to face life once again. The Universe took me to places I needed to re-experience so as to be able to live in peace on earth without continued fear.
There are other portals…..good ones and bad ones. Given enough mental off balance they will open up and swallow you like the whale swallowed up Jonah. They will steal your life. Balance yourself to avoid portals of unearthly dimensions. It’s all around you. Blurry until you remove the blinders and see the truth. Just like the glass wall in my portal. The woman on the other side was me of course. Now she is free. Free indeed.