Strong Insight, in Flight

I have had two instances in which I am half asleep and experiencing a meta-physical moment that I believe is my stronger, higher-self speaking. These moments are incredibly rare but I move forward with them, marinating in wonderment.

It happened for the second time this morning. The night before, I spent an hour meditating, intending, and bringing my wants and needs into existence. I spent the time in the splendor of my imagination, dreaming in pastels and beckoning health, wealth, and happiness my way. I began to feel what it should feel like to want and love what I have been offered in life. I began to feel the feelings of what the deepest happiness could bring to my life. I felt all the love I needed in the world to keep on keeping on. It was astonishing, connecting spirit, emotion, and intention together in a magical orchestra that only the universe conducts.

I was sleeping in a bed, surrounded by a forest that overlooked hills with a multitude of red and magenta flowers. Beyond the hills was a horizon of city buildings, watching me as I slept in my forest bed. I was wearing my sleep mask, and could peek out at the ground below. In a moment, a small chestnut colored bird landed on my nose, flickering its' wings and chirping. His feathers tickled my nose and eye lashes, cradled under my mask. I thought, should I push it away? But the tickles made me laugh and the chirping made my heart swell. So I let it stay on my nose, singing.

It was a sundae of sunday merriment, and waking up seemed doable.

Livable.

Jubilant, and Fearless.