The Healing Room

This room took me by surprise. I didn't know whether I should scream or deny my eyes. It's like I woke up out of a dream into a reality that was a continuous stream. An extension of the reality that I currently know, yet in a space not familiar by sight but through the facets which continued to show.

"What is this?" I questioned in a not so subtle way. I turned hastily looking to understand the domain that I had entered through my sleep.

It was a space of consciousness. A state of mind, not something defined by physical space or time. I can't compare it to anything I've ever experienced, but it was something about that moment that resonated with me.

I was never really afraid to be there, I think I was just shocked that I was experiencing it. I felt lighter, comforted, at ease. It was like remembering a time before my current reality that struck a nerve. Then there was the unraveling of the nerve . . .the deep breaths, to take in the knowledge that seemed to come without the physical requirements of human communication. It was as if knowledge was being poured into my soul, which provided comfort. That's the feeling that stuck out the most. And where there is comfort, there is love.

I didn't have to understand where I was, I just needed to know that I was safe.

I was re-assured by the being standing behind me who appeared to have a magical glow about him. I read him as a male, but I really just sensed the masculine energy. He wore yellow and I identified him as an angel, an Archangel. Uriel.

He took my hand, before I could stand. "I'm downloading information to you," he said. His eyes reminded me of my step-father, Huston Cooper, mostly by all the crinkles around the sides.

"Oh," I replied telepathically.

"There is no need to worry. There is no such thing as fear here. Your initial reaction only reside in the human mind-set, alone. Look around, you are safe. No need to pull your sword and cut this place."

"Yes," I replied as I turned my head to scope out the space.

All white, but not like the walls that contains the soul or heart in one place. White light, like healing that restores one's faith.

And where I laid was not a couch or bed, meant to give me comfort as I spread my legs across it. But instead, it had to do more with what it said and fed to me. If I had to describe an object which excreted white light but was of substance, I would say it was a crystal type bed.

Before I could make out the rest of the scene, I was placed back into a restful state. As if to see that I could trust this place, as it is . . .

the God Space.

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