Flying Fish & Tunnels Of Tiger Lilies

There have been so many tunnels of different types of flowers, Lazer beams, stars, flying fish, underground caves or railroads...as many different tunnels as there have been journeys; thousands.

This journey and this tunnel is a space between worlds. Non-ordinary reality. The journey is an astral projection or astral travel for self or on behalf of someone else.

This time I'm moving through a tunnel of tiger lilies at light speed. I have goosebumps and a fuzzy sensation. In an aerodynamic flash I am propelled out into a purple starry sky and then deep into the ocean. Sea turtles, eels, brightly colored, soft coral and tiny fish greet me and circle with me as I rise quickly rise to the waters surface. There is a speed in this ascent but it is also long, I had first sank far into the depths of the ocean here. This is a timeless space.

The water breaks over my head and it is churning. There is an instant warmth and damp heat in the air and a hazy purple glow. I taste salt and think of anchovies. A vast and skinny beach stretches in both directions as far as I can see, with craggy twists and turns at the shoreline and a jungle creeping and swaying towards the sand. I have been here many, many times. It is my journey center. A home.

I move towards Ashanya and notice howler monkeys peering down from some of her highest limbs. I hug her and then sink down and lean against her vast trunk. I feel prickly as some tiny sand crabs scurry over my legs extended in the sand. Ashanya is breathing with me...everything is breathing with me.

Another tunnel, a portal into an earthy underground world. There are many flying dragons here, reminiscent of those on a Chinese food calendar. It's also dark but the sun is out. A red, oozy sort of plasma floats in the air, it's strange but also feels more vibrant than anything on the earth plane.

At the end of the tunnel I slide down something slimy that flows and sways with me-a giant umbilical cord ending above a roaring fire. At the center of the fire I gather with many others-guides, ancestors, gods and goddesses. I am greeted by shamanic medicine women who are my ancestors. I meet the whole medicine line. There is an awareness of our spiral of connection as well as my place or role or experience in all of this. It is a healing to touch and know the vastness of this medicine and to carry it forward. To be living it because it is in me but also, as within, so without-it is the whole. One of my ancestors presses a lightning bug into my heart space. My hawk guide who travels with me is clutching talons into and through my shoulder but here it is a comfort and a strength. We all dance. This is an initiation.

Pop! A vapor releases from my jaw and dissolves slowly as it rises above the fire. I see that this is energy that was stored in my bones, carried over, in DNA, from my maternal line. It creates space and possibility. I could not have named this but it is transformative, a long time coming...more to be revealed.

We are in this fire space for seemingly days and days, many cycles, eventually hawk and I depart by being suddenly thrust through a portal back to the journey center-rain and hail comes from every direction and there is a strong whistling that stands my hairs on end until we are back with Ashanya, in a veritable paradise. I kiss the ground and pray, thanking all of my guides with hugs, bows and kisses...I am humbled and grateful...a deep reverberating vibration moves through me. The drumming, it is time to travel back.