A River flows through me

She laid her hands on me and asked “What do you see?”
Nothing, darkness “I’m cold”.

She laid her blanket on me and asked “What do you feel?”
Nothing, softness “wait, a light!”


I immediately saw a river flowing through me. A river with countless tributaries all rushing through my every square centimeter of being.  It looked like it flowed as water, but on closer inspection it became apparent it was of some other flowing material.  Light, I would say.  Imagine a fiber optic waterfall, all lovely bright colours, greens and pinks and translucent opals.  

The river curved toward my abdomen, towards my soft spot.  My special spot where I’ve encountered a bit of trauma and ill health.  I saw a pearl like object in the path of the river  I intuitively knew that somehow, the movement of this river is what gives rise to me, on a continual, moment by moment basis.  

I could also see that this pearl like obstruction was causing a disturbance of the flow in that area.  I knew this was the left over energy of my long ago ectopic pregnancy.  At that moment I also knew that this opalescent pearl shared it’s origin with me.  It’s brief existence was also drawn from this same river.  I suddenly knew, matter of factly, no fanfare, that at any time I wanted, I could redirect this object to dissolve back to its source, this river that runs through me.
I also, strangely enough, felt reassured with the knowledge that there was no hurry, no urgency that I do this.  This possibility existed all ways and at all times.