From the time of take-off I felt comfortable
and at ease. However, as time passed I began to realize something
larger than usual was upcoming. An odd fear/anxiety came over
me briefly. I wasn't worried about my well-being nor did I feel
I was in danger. No, the feeling was much more comparable to the
anxiety felt when you're about to meet someone you're not sure
you're prepared to meet. Like the invisible all-powerful CEO of
a mega-million dollar multi-national corporation who has specifically
requested to see you for some unknown reason. You're not sure
why. Is your portfolio ready, has your desk been straightened,
appearance tidy? This could be your big break and all the fine
details of what you may or may not have done to make a good impression
begin to cross your mind during those last two steps before the
door. And there's no going back because there's no exit out of
the waiting room. Thoughts, thoughts...it's all in the thought.
This trip was taking much longer than the
others. I seemed to be on the "road" forever. I was
moving faster and faster it seemed and I thought I knew what was
coming. Just like the introduction to St. Germain, I thought I'd
break through an electromagnetic layer and be back in his presence.
Not quite, but very similar. There was the break in atmospheres,
I passed by St. Germain briefly, in fact, it almost looked as
if I passed right through him. I did land in the presence of someone,
but it wasn't St. Germain. The next thing I knew there was a tornado
of gold energy all around. It was overwhelming and for that brief
moment I had absolutely no thoughts at all. It was as if this
energy had so impacted me that everything was blank. That didn't
last long though. Within micro-seconds I was asking who/what this
gold tornado was. The question seemed positively naive on my part
for I knew what this was. The immediate answer, even before my
question had finished forming, was "I AM CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS!"
He was very firm and, unlike seeing him as the diffuse crimson-gold
light, that quality of heaviness was absent. That's not to say
I felt no impact whatsoever, on the contrary, the impact was profound.
However, I'm not sure words exist to describe what the impact
was. Big. Real Big.
I believe he said a few things about what
was occurring but that has since escaped me. All the activity
seemed to take place around my "head." I wasn't there
for long and I don't remember him saying too much else. Then I
was off. Much as if I'd been sent out to play by myself. I was
back in the tube speeding off into oblivion. I wasn't sure what
was next. Usually after the main attraction, I'm sent back down.
That anxiety of not knowing came back. There was a certain level
of insecurity, of not knowing what to do. I remember asking, "St.
Germain! Hold my hand!" He appeared instantly as violet balls
of light reassuring me all was as it should be. Away I went. I
noticed the gold tube occassionally had a few bands of white.
I wonder if those were stop points. Like the floors in an elevator.
Not much scenery, I noticed. I caught a couple of shapes---a gold
box sort of crushed in on all four sides and a deep violet ring
in the midst of gold. On an on I traveled until I actually started
getting bored. Was I supposed to find my way around? Locate certain
doorways? I did seem to have a lot more control over the time
I spent there. I could have gone on indefinitely. Re-entered and
landed in a dream.
Getting out of bed I reached for a tissue
to blow my nose. My nose was bleeding! Not heavily though, and
I probably wouldn't have noticed until I blew my nose. I have
never had a bloody nose in my entire life. However, there in the
tissues was deep, dark red blood. My nose cleaned out in four
or five tissues but some occasional post-nasal drip still came
out bloody. There's been nothing since yesterday morning. I like
the experience to that of being at high altitudes, nothing more.
I didn't feel drained after this trip. Actually, I felt quite
energetic, not to mention invincible.