Different Dimensions..... by Julianna Rowe

 

Once Upon A Time….. either inside my head or outside, I know not “witch,” lived the beautiful land of Killarney, Ireland.  The grasses around Killarney were the colors of every green and more in my hundred and eighty box of crayons from grade two. As I looked out over the hills and valleys the quilt called Killarney Green truly was.  I wonder if I weren’t in space momentarily, peeking outside where I truly lived, looking onto something not real. For its beauty was not being measured by what senses blessed my extreme intellectual level. Ah, maybe that is the culprit here?  Or was I in space having died of my previous matter of being?  Either way Killarney was my home now.  Or so I thought.

The cloths that held my new body nearly draped the ground. A long white apron covered part of the cloths and they flowed weightless as the gentle winds of Killarney blew a mist of salty sea water across my milkin pure skin. I was pure, humm.  Since when did that occur but it had so, I went with it because it felt PURE.  Clean.  And then I saw the others gathering this and that being busy like they each knew their intended jobs and did them.  And still in the back ground were those scenic patchwork green acres of land with the sea as a distant background.  I looked like one of those Amish women.

Then I observed a group of people sporadically painting a few of the rocks in the area.  They would stop on occasion looking at me for approval.  It was told to me through spiritual communication that I had designed the rock painting that needed my permission which of course I gave.  My creations were a magnificent display of art blending into the landscape as though from God thru me.  I was no longer in the long dress with the long white apron.

I heard a sound to my right and turned in wonderment of the sight.  How could this be?   A woman is laying in a stall in labor of child.  But it is an animal stall and she is having trouble birthing her baby child. There was no one to assist her.  I continued to watch.  One man came forth holding a tiny Bristol brush he instructed the other man how to use.  He told him if he gently as possible brushed the area of the woman’s cervix the infant child could be born without further pain and possible trauma.

The woman in labor had sent a message to her best friend to come and be with her but the woman friend ignored her summons and went about her business of chores and happiness.  She didn’t wish to be bothered with her friend’s pain.

The man who appears to be the overseer of birthing explained to the woman this new procedure that should bring on the birthing with less difficulty.  Telling her it would be somewhat uncomfortable but the result would end the misery.  She agreed and he proceeded to bristle the cervical area and within moments a child was born in the animal stall in Killarney, Ireland.  A land unknown to most.

One day the woman was walking her baby and came upon her friend who had ignored her pleas for assistance in the birthing. The friend fell into deep despair of crying and begging forgiveness for her lack of caring.  The woman forgave her friend but the others did not.  She was ostracized by the community because her true heart shown she had merely gotten caught and was not repentant at all. 

The man who lived in a room in Killarney was viewing all the same things I was but said nothing, only watched as I did.  Who was this man?  But then who was I? For in a flash, we were riding on the edge of a shooting star and the scene changed.  I was living in a different time and place once again.  This house was built of cement.  Possibly I transported to Italy? Or New Mexico? I always liked being in control of myself but this was something I knew I had to let go of and flow along with.  It wasn’t like I was in any river with crashing frightening rapids, more it was a trickling creek with tributaries the spirit had chosen for me to take off the main flow.  Most likely some form of learning or lesson and so far, it had not caused me duress.  At the least that was my summation of this movie inside my head that really wasn’t.

Inside my new stucco home, I felt safe.  The man from Killarney was still with me but not in view.  He seems to have his own area he viewed from yet I could always feel his presence.  

There was a knock on my door.  Before I had a chance to open it a man of another nationality pushed the door in and then another man doddled in behind him. They began pushing me around and I was frightened. I told them I was calling the police but of course they laughed when one of them took my phone.  The man that cared for me opened a porthole in the room.  Right out of midair.  I could see him laying down on something when he mentally summoned me into the porthole but not all the way.  I was told spiritually if I went all the way I wouldn’t be able to come back again.  The man was not all the way either.  I did as he requested and stepped into his domain.  I laid down next to him and noticed a very large tear coming from his left eye. He asked me if he could love me and I said yes.  His lips were wet and had the consistency of jello from many previous tears all held in one pocket next to his left eye.  I placed my hand on his face and wiped the tear that told his sad story away from him.  He told me how much he loved me and how everything was going to be alright.  I kissed his very wet lips for a long time.  I was pulled back by the interference of the police who had recently arrived needing to ask me more questions regarding the intruders.   The man told me he would be watching and waiting for me.  I asked him if he was dead?  Or was I dead?  He just stared at me with love, no words. 

The house belonged to my step Nana.  She was well to do before she passed away.  She was also overseeing my walk through this self-made movie set or heaven’s school, I knew not which. Maybe I was roaming in one of the twelve different dimensions spirit told me of but that I was also to be careful not to step too far into.  In my estimation that may have already happened.  I wondered if I would get to choose “witch” one I preferred or if the Universe was in charge.  I suspected the latter.  And what if the man didn’t love me and was a wolf in sheep’s clothing?  Either way I had to continue the journey.

I was over- cleaning when three people talked me into traveling back to Ireland for a business deal. Something about my calling to write so I agreed.  While standing at the airport or what seemed more like a train station, I felt the urge not to go.  I never listened like I should have to the still small voice.  No, I preferred the loud usually incorrect voices that seemed more REAL.  It was truly the opposite.  And so, we arrived in Ireland and I knew instantly it was a mistake.  We were not at the same beautiful Killarney, rather a stale building inside their cold apartment.  This was the second fear filled moments of my journey.

I snuck a legal pad from the tenant who convinced me to travel with them. I began writing to the man who said he loved me.  The man with so many tears, but my pen would skip to the place he wouldn’t be able to read my words.  I grabbed another pen and it did the same.  I attempted to tell him the trouble I was in and needed help.  I folded the paper and addressed the envelope to “somewhere” beyond the sea.  The owner came over and took it from me saying she would see it was sent.  My mind and heart were vacillating between flesh and spirit but I didn’t know it.

The man answered my letter with his voice.  He was upset I had left without warning, with not forethought of the dangers whether it be dangers of the flesh or dangers of the spirit.  Both existed.  I kept saying I was so sorry but he didn’t stop scolding.  He referred to me he would be back, to listen for him. He told me if I didn’t stop searching for things outside my true path he was going to give up and move.  I would not be able to find him.  I heard him and took his words to heart.  But I was still lost.

In the meantime, of this dimension, I wished I were not in, the female owner brought a dog into the larger of the rooms.  She sat him down and asked me if I would like a puppy.  I said I didn’t believe it was a good time for me to have a puppy and that dog was not a puppy.  She laughed a strange laugh like I used to hear a “witch” laugh when I was little. I decided words were not my friend at that time and stilled my fleshly voice.  Why weren’t there people communicating in the spirit like the others all had.  Oh God where was I because it surely wasn’t Killarney, Ireland by the beautiful patchwork hills and baby blue peaceful ocean with its mirrored surface reflecting the heavens and all it glories.  No, I was in some downtown coal yard that resembled the bad section or Detroit.

The woman continued.  She told me she could get me a puppy in less than two hours from this male dog.  I started to laugh when I realized her expression was for me to pretend, I believed. This was one of those times I imagined myself raising both arms and shouting.

“Praise the Wicked Witch of all wisdom and knowledge!”  

But of course, that was only in my imagination because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and needed to listen very carefully for my way out. But it appeared it was not time yet.

Witch lady took a syringe and injected it into the back of the skull of the dog.  The dog felt no pain and did not flinch. I did not cringe out of fear of retaliation. I did not want a needle inserted into the back of my head so I could have puppies or babies or anything.   I made myself remain calm as she inserted the long needle into the brain of the male dog.  He ejaculated sperm in an opposite direction than normal for a male dog.  She cackled at her feat.  The male dog had impregnated himself and within minutes she showed me an Xray of five puppies in a sac inside the male dog.  She cackled again saying they would be born shortly and I could have my pic of the litter.  I didn’t want a puppy, I just wanted to go back to the dimension I was loved in.  Not the one with bad men and police, or women of the old days having babies in the barn, or where witches lived and caused real and true horrors. 

And that is when I heard the voice of the man.  He gave me instructions how to escape the witches dimension and get back to the train station.  I had accidentally taken the train to Ausch- “witch.”

I did as directed and was home in a nano second or so.  I stood in a void staring going in a circle searching for the man.  I begged him to open the porthole again for me but he didn’t.  Had I waited too long and he moved away.  I cried, I pleaded, I threw myself on my knees in earnest prayer he would return for me.  Nothing.   Was this it?  I was on my own.  I sat on the grass and cried the same thick heavy tears the man had.  Why couldn’t I find him and why couldn’t he find me?  The loss and grief were unbearable. 

I opened my eyes, turned to the right, pushed the button on the clock that lit up to say it was 8:06 a.m. There was no man who loved me, no Ireland, no witch, no puppies, no train stations, and no help coming. Only the metaphors of a dream sent to help me decipher my own mind and journey.

Good Morning Flesh and Spirit….  But beware where you thoughts and decisions can take you. Dead or ALIVE