Dear sisters, This is the transcript of a shamanic journey Michael and I went on together some time ago. At first I felt the need to keep it private, but Michael has said he would love for it to be shared. I’m keeping it relatively private now, as I think there are a lot of people who are not ready to see it. Until now, only one other person has seen it. It has great meaning for me, and is sacred.
Journey with and For Michael, 3/15/2010
Journey began around 2 a.m., ended about 2:45 a.m.
First: Which animal is the guide? First I saw a large hookbill. At first I thought it was an eagle, maybe a golden eagle. Then I saw that it had morphed into a hornbill. Then I saw a Swan. In front of us was a lake. I said, oh, water. Are we journeying in water, as I did for Inesita? Yes, water. Then I saw a dolphin. Would we be riding a dolphin on our journey? No. The Swan became a Swan boat, and I said, c’mon, It has to be an animal guide, not a boat shaped like an animal. Michael had been creating inanimate vehicles to choose from, including a little airplane like the one in Leave Me Alone. And then, I saw The Swan open her back so that we could step in and ride in her. We got in the Swan and went partway across the lake. Then we dove in. I saw green/blue bubbles, all little bubbles in a group, beautiful shades of light blue and green, on the left as we looked ahead. I can’t remember what was to the right. The bubbles were pretty but they were not where we were going. As we began our descent, I saw a flash or two of the Dangerous album cover. I knew it was a warning, but ignored it.
Everything was in lovely shades of blue and green, and everything was light. There was no dark. I’ve never seen anything like it before.
Somewhere in here, I don’t remember exactly when, I was asked if I was sure I wanted to do this journey. I think it was actually before we landed. Of course I did.
Eventually we reached what looked like a sort of landing pad, of sea plants that looked like anemones, with those long stalks, many of them. They were rooted as they should be, but lying down on their sides. At first I saw them like a sort of runway in white/light/some color, but then they unfolded as I heard music from the Wizard of Oz, this music: Optimistic Voices. Here are the lyrics:
You’re out of the woods, You’re out of the dark, You’re out of the night.
Step into the sun, Step into the light.
Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place
On the Face of the Earth or the sky.
Hold onto your breath, Hold onto your heart, Hold onto your hope.
March up to the gate and bid it open.
The sea plants were really munchkin-like people, and I could see their faces in the tops of the “anemones” as they unfolded. Now we were out of the Swan and standing at a large gate. There were a few guards, little people, milling around, and one main guard, also a little person, with a uniform on of black pants and red coat, lounging in a chaise longue, not interested in moving. He said, pointing, “you have to go there.” Looking a bit to the right, we spotted an amusement park ride. With no hesitation from Michael, because it was an amusement park ride, we got in one of the cars, and went around and around and around, until the ride stopped. Then we were shown a tunnel to get into. It was round, and ribbed, translucent, and surrounded by clear, blue water, with amazing-looking, colorful marine fish, the likes of which I’ve never seen before. The tunnel was filled with rushing, bubbly water. Michael wanted to get right into the tunnel, but I held him back, saying, “Look, you have no control in there. You can’t see where it’s going. It just takes you and carries you wherever it wants.” This discussion did take a little bit of time. The word lengthy is in my handwritten addendum, as this: “a rather lengthy discussion and observation of the tunnel, fish, our surroundings, and where we needed to go next.”
Somewhere in all this, this happened: At one point (which exact point in time I don’t remember), while Michael and I were down in the place that held his power, women started floating up. One looked like Glinda in bluish white. One looked like Glinda in blue. They just floated up by us and kept going. I saw a few other women in that scene. I looked at him. Michael, it figures, there’d be lots of women in your journey. I feel like this particular scene happened outside the gate where the guards were.
We then walked back to the lazy guard, and Michael said, “What do I have to do to get this gate open?” The guard said, “Open it.” Michael reached for and took hold of the gate, and opened it. It was that simple.
We walked into a chamber, shaped like half a dome, or like an amphitheatre, and for some reason right now I’m thinking the word, clamshell, with a sort of altar at the far end. The altar was a round, black base, that looked a lot like black marble, or maybe some other stone, because it was solid black, maybe 3 feet or so wide, and a suitably large oval object sitting on top of the base. The oval object was glowing a sort of green in the center, and had black spider feet wrapped around it. It glowed like an ember, as though behind darkness. The more we looked at it, the more a spider became apparent, first those legs, then the body, a big black spider with a dark green button on its back. When the spider was completely apparent, we no longer saw the glow, which was now obscured. Michael pressed the button. The chamber became darker and darker. In the process of this, we saw, as if we were standing outside the “dome” looking at its surface, although we were inside it, blackness with lines of many colors running through it. Then we saw eyes coming up from the surface of the “dome,” each one couched in a semi-oval background. One or a few would appear, then disappear, then more, then more, and this went on for probably a minute or so. With time, the dome, inside and out, was completely black. We could not see anything at all. Michael stood at my left, and we held hands. He said to me, “Don’t worry. I am here. I will keep you safe. I will protect you.” One of us said something about not letting go of hands. I thought, he’s already demonstrating power. I began to hear the song lyric, Just don’t let go of my hand. In that instant, he did let go and stepped forward onto the pedestal.
Note: I remember that he actually told me on two occasions, “Don’t worry. I am here. I will keep you safe. I will protect you.” The two occasions were near each other. Maybe one was as we walked into the darkness, and this was the second. I recall that we were holding hands as we entered the “dome.”
Once he stepped up, he was facing me. He lit up, as if made of light rather than flesh, and he appeared 2 or 3 times his normal size. He kept changing color. In fact, at first he looked like a whitish stone, with some dark flecks. Then he was just light, white, blue, green, purple. I was awed at the sight of him, the beauty of him, his magnificence.
I was thinking of how very different and fantastical this was from my own power retrieval of some years ago, and received the message, “What did you expect? This is Michael — Wizard of Oz, colors (all pastel colors, in this journey, btw, aside from the uniform and the colored lines we saw on the outside of the dome), magic, light shows. (thought now: DUH)
Michael is now looking kingly, wearing king’s clothing, holding a staff, still changing colors, and the last color was gold. I said, “You really are a king.” He said yes, sort of quietly, as if only now realizing it himself.
He stepped down from the pedestal, still a king but without the light show. He’s Michael as I recognize him again, as he’s been since we’ve been in this world, with the long wavy/curly hair that lays just at the back of his neck. His beauty takes my breath away. He embraced me, and said, “You have risked your life for me. You were presented with danger and cause for fear and never wavered. Thank you.” He was truly, immensely grateful. He was awed by my love. His embrace was full, firm, and very, very real. He said, “You will always be at my right hand.” I asked, “What about your wife?” (?Call me the ever guilty? Knowing their relationship, I don’t want to leave her out) He said, “She is my queen. She is one with me. If I were King Arthur, you would be my Knight (pun intended).” I said/thought, NOT Lancelot. I also thought, round table, no head, befitting Michael’s egalitarian attitude and his humility. He repeated his thank you to me. He embraced me. He was awed at my courage and my willingness to give all for him.
We walked back to the Swan, and stepped in for the ride back. At that moment, he became “just” Michael — V-necked white t-shirt, ponytail, looking like he did in “In the Closet.” But, there was a change. Although looking much the same, with the same genuineness, friendliness and smile, he carries a confidence he used to lack. Now he knows his power. His power has been integrated into him, with his soul, as it should be. That happened on the pedestal. The Swan took us back, back through the water, the bubbles, up to the surface, and back to the shore, where we disembarked, thanked our guides, and the journey was ended.
Michael stayed with me for a while, as I found paper by the bed and wrote all this down. His love stays with me still. Today I feel very much uplifted, very much full of heart energy, very warm and loved.
My current thought, a short while after I finished transcribing this, is now he is ready to lead.