June 27th 2013 (Thursday)
Tonight’s meditation was just pure fun. Cain took the group again, although Greg joined us, freshly baked from his holiday.
Cain told us he was going to take us on a meditation to connect with the fairy world, and to become pure light energy like them.
We began, the two men and five women, with a ball of light coming up from the earth through our bodies and then surrounding us as we walked down a leafy country lane in the bright sunshine.
When we came to a huge wall of light we went through it.
‘As you step through the wall of light you will feel your body becoming a pure ball of light. Feel yourself lifting up high above a meadow of wild flowers. What can you see?’ He asked.
‘Now focus on reducing your size, feel yourself getting smaller and smaller until the flowers are much bigger than you,’ Cain instructed us.
‘When you’re as small as you can get, look out for tiny elementals approaching you. I’m going to leave you here with them in the meadow for a while.’
As we began the meditation I felt very light, and had no difficulty floating up through the air after stepping through the wall of light.
I immediately focused of two majestic magenta peonies and headed straight for them. On the way, as I got smaller and smaller, a tiny flying elemental dressed in green leggings with dragonfly wings approached me.
She took me to play in the long grasses, bending them over and using them as slides. After a while she took me to a place under the cover of some leaves where a row of tiny pink hammocks lay empty.
‘Hop up here,’ she encouraged me from her hammock, ‘there’s something you need to find in here.’
Try as I might I could not raise myself high enough to get into the hammock, and after a while gave up.
She took me instead to the end of a rainbow where the rain fell in rainbow colours.We pretended it was a pool, diving and somersaulting through the drops. We seemed to be there for ages till Cain called us back into the room, through the wall of light again.
I was fascinated by the range of things experienced by the others in the group (as usual) and how different they were from mine. Some people saw guides; one joined a whole group of elementals in their work of repairing the damaged flowers and plants, and another went flying at great speed.
Cain said it was interesting that the hammocks I couldn’t reach were pink, because pink is a higher vibration to the rainbow colours.
We didn’t do any great analysis of the experiences, but I think mine was about making more time for fun.
I wonder what was in the pink hammocks that I needed to know, and whether I’ll get another chance soon to find out.