Chapter 7 – A Taste Of Things To Come

The alarm woke Molly from a deep sleep. It did not take her long to realise the significance of this day. “Today is the day! Today is the day Will comes home!” Molly  sang out aloud from her bed. She was so excited she needed to remind herself to breathe! Jumping out of bed, Molly grabbed her bathrobe and ran to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. 

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, she felt like she could run up and down them several times. Instead she grasped the railing firmly in her hand before walking up them purposefully, balancing the tea tray in her other hand. She wanting to savour every moment of this part of the day too. But she was in for somewhat of a surprise…a glimpse of the magic in The Attic. Opening the door, she was greeted by Grace! 

“Oh wow! Good morning Grace, you look almost real!” Molly laughed, as the apparition before her appeared very tangible. 

Good morning to you, my dear girl! Are you up for an adventure Molly Ferguson? I think it is time to give you a taste of things to come. Come on in and have a seat by the fireplace, no time for tea this morning!” Grace invited her in, taking the tray from her, she placed it on the table and took Molly by the hand, sitting her down in one of the winged armchairs. Kneeling before her, holding both of Molly’s hands, she looked deeply into her eyes, held her gaze and asked seriously, “Do you trust me?”

To which Molly keenly replied, “Absolutely! Without any doubt!”

As she held her hand, Grace asked Molly to close her eyes. Grace guided her into meditation  in a way similar to what Molly had already been doing with her morning meditations. 

When I tell you to, open your eyes, but not before we count backwards from ten…nine…eight…” As Grace said, “One”, Molly opened her eyes. To her amazement Molly found the room had been transformed into a clearing in a forest, rich shades of green and brown, the warm sunlight filtering through the high canopy of the trees, creating patches of bright light which gave everything an iridescent glow. Soft green grass provided an inviting place for them to sit amongst these gentle giant guardians. Molly had such an affinity with trees, aware of the wisdom within them, like they were massive record keepers, observing and recording the worldly changes around them, decade after decade, century after century.

Mesmerised by what was happening in this usually small space, she looked around for Grace. Half closing her eyes and letting them adjust to the softer light, she became aware of a vibrant energy in this light, it was magical. Everything seemed to shimmer and sparkle, like the energy had become visible. Her attention was drawn to one unusual tree which stood out amongst the others, resembling the shape of a naked woman. She saw the outline of a face and two blue eyes opened widely staring back at her, one of them winked and she realised it was Grace! Molly watched in amazement as Grace stepped out of the form of a tree and into something more familiar for her to relate to. She sat with Molly on the lush long grass, the sunlight sparkling like diamonds in her hair. There was no need for verbal conversation between them. Peaceful and relaxed, Molly closed her eyes, embracing this beautiful, magical world which surrounded her. Grace took her hand and she could feel her body floating, and became aware that they were high above the glade looking down at the visual holographic impression of their bodies, sitting holding hands on the grass below. This area of trees provided a safe cosy place, a sanctuary, protecting them. As they moved higher above this, Molly could see the busy world below, that was kept at a distance by this mystical ring of trees. The bigger world unfolded around this, oblivious of them and them of it. Molly could see people going to work and school. As she and Grace moved higher, the small town below gave way to a more aerial view of the landscape of New Zealand. She could see the oceans which surrounded this amazing part of planet Earth. The colours were vibrant, shimmering, phosphorescent – a variety of shades of green and fawn, the rivers appeared like veins coursing through Mother Earth’s body, the deep sapphire blue of the water ways, an exquisite blend of shades of green and deepest blue of the oceans that keep her safe.

Molly felt a drop in her stomach as her spirit body began speeding downwards towards the ocean. For the first time she felt fear and this slowed her down. Suspended, she hovered above the surface of the water. She smiled realising that she actually had control of the speed of movement, purely by the impression of her thoughts.  So close to the water now she could see the swell rising and falling like the planet was breathing. Molly paused for a moment as she watched Grace diving into the water before her. Without another thought, she followed her, diving into the ocean, swimming deeper, effortlessly. She looked around to see Grace, who now had a mermaids tail. She playfully

flicked it at Molly and dived deeper into this peaceful environment. They were exploring another dimension of this World Between Worlds through a higher state of consciousness. Molly could hear the conversations of the sea creatures who lived in this watery world. It was not quiet at all! Their thoughts were as active as her own, they just took on a different form of communication, another frequency of vibration. The sea creatures thoughts wove and interacted effortlessly with each other. The sound their chit-chat made was more of a sensation, it tickled Molly like champagne bubbles under her nose and made her giggle – who would have imagined that fish could talk?

Suddenly, Molly felt herself being pulled back up to the surface of the water. Her mind had wandered to thoughts of Will,  of how he would have loved this! Suddenly her lungs felt pressured,  fit to burst and she gasped for air just as her head broke through the surface of the water. Looking around she breathed deeply, tried to get her bearings and looked around to find herself treading water in the middle of a vast ocean.  Taken completely by surprise, she was plucked up out of the water by a giant albatross. Flying safely, her whole body gently but securely held in its huge claws. Below her she could feel the water rushing past, the wind in her face caused her eyes to water and she was unable to focus on anything. Molly’s fear subsided and she relaxed into the ride. The feeling of her body as it swayed, the wind tugged at her hair and clothing, was strangely soothing. The experience began to fade, but left her feeling peaceful and at ease. Her eyes closed sleepily with the rocking movement. Molly noticed that everything had gone quiet and when she opened her eyes again, found herself back in the safety of The Attic, sitting in the armchair, her clothes and hair dripping wet! Grace was sitting in the chair opposite her with an all-knowing look on her face, and without explanation handed her a warm towel and said, “Welcome home, that was a bit exciting don’t you think!” 

Stunned to say the least, Molly disbelieving of what she has just experienced, slowly dried her hair, looking gobsmacked at Grace, completely at a loss for words. Grace who could not help but laugh at her, “If only you could see what I am seeing.”

As her body started to feel more like her own, she realised that she had lost track of time. Molly  had to get to the airport – Will was on his way home! “Slow down, Molly, there is plenty of time. I think it would be best if you made us a cup of tea first, give yourself a little time to get your bearings in the Physical World again,” Grace’s voice brought her back to the present moment, and the need to rush subsided. Feeling slightly disorientated, Molly quietly went down stairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Grace leaned back into the soft armchair, turned her body sideways and playfully swung her legs over the arm of the chair, a smile of contentment on her face. 

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