Copyright 2010 Roberta Osborn. All rights reserved.

Dreams of the Borderland

I am sitting inside a cool blue-green pyramid of electricity, with blue bolts of light zipping like water

along the edges. The pyramid is hovering in mid-air. There is an amazing crashing waterfall below

me.  I can see it clearly beneath me, but I am completely safe. Rainbows rise in the billowing mist

from the falls. I am comfortably ensconced there, and take a deep, clear breath of the sweetest

air that is pouring through the clear walls of the pyramid--I feel the health of my lungs and a tingle

and shiver down through my body as the air reaches every cell. Warmth rises up my spine and I

expand. I feel the massiveness of my soul.  I am gigantic. I am galactic, maybe universal. I can

change my focus from the very large to the very small and back again in an instant. I feel the

health of my

lungs and a

tingle and shiver

down through

my body as the

air reaches

every cell.

I examine a trail

of ants walking

up and down a

giant redwood

tree that rises

into the clouds. I

marvel at their

little bodies and

tender waving

antennae. I see

the tunnel that

has been cut

through the base of the tree. The wound has healed and roots have grown in a beautiful,

symmetric, intricate pattern, like arabesques, around the sides of the tree as new support. A

majestic sculptured lion made of translucent jade has been nestled into the roots at each side of

the tree, and the eyes of both lions are dark, shiny, and alive, warm with mirth and compassion.

They joke with each other, and I understand the joke, and laugh my head off, but I have forgotten

it. I walk into the tunnel in the tree and suddenly rise up on a column of crystal clear jets of water,

which are broad and powerful, yet very soft to the touch--it's like resting on a feather bed-- right to

the tree-house, where I debark to a plain wood and rope bridge in wonder. I am in the tree-tops.

Everything is cool and green and living. I have a sense of profound relaxation. There is not a

shred of my stuff anywhere. I am not even myself. I have no name whatsoever. I just am. I think

to myself, "Aah…this is the greatest."

An ornate silken web that stretches between the trees to my left is spangled with round sparkling

dew drops. A hovering blue humming-bird is playing the lines like a harp. Another green

humming-bird is bouncing off the lines like a kid jumping on a bed. As the lines shake, the large

dewdrops splash around me softly like slow wet beach balls hitting the deck. They go "plish" as

they hit the bridge. A sweet fragrance erupts, each one different, but all fresh and woodsy

smelling, as each dew drop falls. A few don’t fall, but float in the air as bubbles, and the

iridescence slides around their surface as they thin at the top, grow jewel-like droplets at the

bottom, and eventually pop. I feel the spray on my face as they pop. Every concern I have

collapses as the dew drops fall and pop around me. I know all things are conscious and alive.

I hear the roar of the waterfall and feel it thundering through the vibrations of the bridge. I sense a

force field in the middle of the bridge.  I walk through it, then back up, noticing a thrum of

excitement in my shoulders and forehead with each passage through the field. I move back and

forth through the field. I decide to try to remember how the energy shift feels for later. I look down

over the falls and feel myself attracted to the torrential drive into the river below. I feel compelled

to stare down into the convergence, my sight roaring down the falls. Then I breathe in the cool

moist air and look up and straight out through dappled tree limbs. The winding river stretches out

before me glowing golden in the rosy evening sun.

I become aware of an immense, solid, hand extending through the treetops, palm up. It stops

beside me. I realize it has been there all along. Without hesitation, I step into the hand and am

immediately transported to the ocean, which is vast, clear, and green, under a brilliant but

comfortable sun. I dive into the sweet limitless ocean, and begin to swim. I am a very powerful

swimmer. I swim for a long time and when night falls I turn on my back and float completely

relaxed and supported for a long time. I look up into the glowing dawn horizon, where it blends

with the deep star field of the crystal clear night sky. Suddenly the sky is Montana blue and I see

the red cliffs of the Grand Canyon arise on my right, much bigger than I could possibly imagine. I

set off swimming to the beach and cliffs across the warm green sea. I sense the love and support

of the sea as it lifts me in gentle waves toward the shore. I feel sustenance, like real food, in its