Finally took a journey to meet the angel from the vision someone passed on to me several months ago.
I set the intention to meet the angel at the gateway, and approached the World Tree. Sam was napping between the roots, and seemed a bit listless when he got up and yawned. It has been quite a while since I journeyed, but I don’t know if that can affect a spirit guide.
I knelt down and gave him some ear scritches, telling him we were off to meet an angel. He hopped up on his usual shoulder perch and I began the climb. The tree felt dry beneath my hands, and the climb was long, relatively speaking. When I hit the membrane to the Upper World it was more solid, and gummy than previously, and it took a lot of effort to push through.
I came out upon a desert plain, and in the distance I could see the arch and the angel waiting for me. He was tall, with dark hair, and wore a light coloured robe. He smiled and greeted me, saying he had been expecting me for a while. I asked his name and what I heard was, “Azrael.”
I was a bit taken aback by that, and replied with a dumbfounded, “Um…aren’t you the Angel of Death?” He just smiled softly. I asked him how I could verify he was the real Azrael, and not something my head cooked up.
His face took on a hint of sadness and he said, “Even after all this time, you still do not trust yourself?.” He looked at Sam, still perched on my shoulder, and Sam rubbed himself against my cheek, and then jumped into the angel’s arms. He snuggled into the crook of his arm and started to purr. Azrael stroked his back.
That was good enough for me.
I told him about the vision someone had, and he nodded. I told him him that the person who had the vision heard him speaking Enochian at me, so I asked him why he was now conversing with me in English. He simply replied that he spoke many languages and did it not occur to me that perhaps he knew someone was watching and did not want to be understood?
I replied that it would be a logical assumption, so I moved on and asked him about the arch. He called it the Gateway of Tomorrow. He went on to explain that it allowed a person to jump into alternate timelines, realities, and universes. It could also be used to move back and forth through time. I was briefly reminded about an episode of the original Star Trek, where Kirk and company discovered just such a portal.
He asked me if I wanted to go through and I said okay, so Sam jumped back onto my shoulder, and I followed Azrael through the gateway. I stepped out into bright sunshine, and had to squint my eyes. We were in some kind of courtyard, beside a pool in which swam a lovely bikini clad lady. The courtyard was connected to a manor house, and it looked very expensive. I was about to ask Azrael where we were, when a door opened and a figure emerged. I stared at what looked to be a version of, well, me.
I could tell that it was me, but at the same time, it wasn’t me, and I turned to Azrael for an explanation. He explained that we were viewing an alternate reality, a different universe, where different decisions had led to different outcomes. He waived his hand and the image dissolved to a blank nothingness. Before I could ask, he told me we were in a sort of holding area, outside of space and time, where we could choose from an infinite number of realities.
I started to get a bit antsy at this point because the whole alternate reality shtick kind of freaks me out a little. While I understand the concept intellectually, the thought of being able to actually manipulate things at a quantum level makes me afraid of falling down the rabbit hole of psychosis.
Azrael must have sensed this so he guided back through the gate to where we started. Sam was leaning up against the side of my face, almost as if to comfort me. I asked what the gateway had to do with me, and the reply was a cryptic, “You will know in due time. However, there is much work ahead for you.”
Not sure why I can never get a straight answer about anything related to my future or destiny or whatnot, but okay then, universe, keep your damn secrets.
I bid farewell to Azrael and descended the Tree, talking to Sam as we went, and asking his opinion on what I saw and experienced. Unfortunately, Sam was just as inscrutable as Azrael was. Once we were back at the base of the Tree, I sat with Sam, petting him, and thinking over everything until the drum track changed tempo, signalling it was time to return. I promised Sam I’d visit more often, and then opened my eyes.
I have been reading up on Burt Goldman’s Quantum Jumping methodology recently, so I don’t know how much of my journey was influenced by that information.