September 10, 2025
This morning, as so often happens, I could feel the souls of the deceased passing through me on their journey. The metaphor is this: I was aware of being a tree in an immense forest of ghostly blue trees. These trees were mostly ‘asleep’ but I was aware of being luminous white-blue, a tree made of light. Inwardly, my ‘tree’ was like a crystal palace. I perceived the Woman in White’s presence and moved out to meet her, walking through moonlit field to a little hill that looked back on the forest. My ‘tree’ was shining and luminous among the other slumbering trees. Looking forward, I saw a sea of flowing dragons. They were luminous blue and white, undulating around each other. I was reminded of the wyrm that is supposedly devouring the tree of life in Norse mythology but these dragons were not sinister or dangerous or destructive. “Correct,” the Woman in White said, reading my thoughts. “But they are ferocious when confronted by trespassers. They don’t attack you because you ...