555, Something like a Fairy Tale

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When you see this sign a life changing thought or event has just occurred. You may not like it, or you may. Whatever the case your Spirit Guides are notifying you that a change in your life path direction has just occurred and it is time for you to change too.  Move with it, follow these thoughts.

This is a true story. It happened to me last night. I am still glowing in the wonder of it. The image chose above inspired me.  I put some thought into writing something about it. I had no idea that this would happen to me. I have done some meditations using Pluto as a focal point of meditation. This was my first impression of the above image. That it was a door to the underworld.

     It was 4:00 in the morning and was extremely cold and dark. The sound of cats running along the old wood floor was the only sound that was noticeable; besides the little water fall in the fish aquarium. I got out of a warm bed. I walked through the kitchen. I reached for the tablets that relieved my back pain. The white French doors of many windows contrasted with the ink night. The lights above dimly gave the room a soft pink tone. This was my bed away from the bedroom. The couch supported my sore body. Covering myself with a purple knitted blanket I curled around the big red pillows and looked in to our hearth. It was black as ink. White cement blocks were the structure of our hearth and fireplace. I wondered about an image I recently saw of arches of red brick that moved away in perspective into darkness; a brick tunnel that moved forward into ink black darkness. I reflected on the image and wondered about it and the cold dark fireplace.

“How similar the fireplace and image look! This may be a way into the world of Pluto or a crypt that leads towards death. Oh, it is a very silent dark night! The image symbolizes fear and death,” I said reflectively.

It was a good time for a fire, but I was cozy and warm. I was too tired to light one. A cat pinned me down and was purring curled up beside my curved legs. The waxing gibbous moon was now far away from the horizon.

“No fire now Kitty… “

And oft to seep I went.

Then suddenly my body and eyes were startled by a light and opened up.

“Rumbling crackles and the roar of a lion wind came forth out of the hearth.”

I felt heat all over my body and tossed my blanket off. The room filled with light. I turned my head to see a fire in the fireplace. The hearth that was dark from the cold now was warm and inviting. There was a fire going strong in the fire-place? I don’t have a clue how this happened? I was in shock.

“But how can this be?”

Running into my oldest son’s bedroom I found that he was not home. His room was dark. My youngest son was fast asleep. Husband was woken up by my words,

“Did you light the fire?”

“No!” He said, even though I asked him many times. I told him what happened but he fell back asleep.

“How could this be?”

My mind was filled with fear and wonder. My heart and mind filled with thoughts and feelings of fairy tales.

“Is this magic, spirits, or nature spirits, I wonder if this is a manifestation of this?”

A room filled with light that blazes forth is not a pleasant thing to wake up to. I reflected on the meaning of light coming forth from darkness, it is an amazing thing to witness. I have read about such things happening. It is another thing to have it happen and to strangely witness it.

When my oldest son came home it was about 10 minutes after the event. I told him the story. We went over all the possibilities of why it happened.

“Sleep walking maybe or maybe you just forgot that you got the fire going?’

“No, I would have heard someone sleep walking and no, I did not light it!!”

We gave up and just accepted that it happened. Although not knowing for what crazy reason. I am glad that my son was witness to the fire. It was a strange fire that seemed to start suddenly and not to last as long as it should. We use 3 hour logs in our fire-place. He went to bed and I stayed on the couch curled up. I was not scared or worried about the fire. I did think about Persephone. She is part of the underworld too. Her mythology is a big part of my life. For me she represents winter and spring, death and rebirth, and light and dark. Maybe this is what it means. I am curious to know what it means. This went through my mind over and over again. What is the probability of such a thing happening?  It is not the first time I have experienced such an event,  although this mysterious event is the most startling and overwhelmingly physical one.  It was not a movie, dream or book I was reading. This really happened to me and it is wild.

I fell into the mystery of what had happened.

The red warmth of the otherworldly fire in my hearth seemed charmed now. There was a fresh sweetness in the air as I fell asleep. I awoke to a very small fire and the need to check the clock. I ran into my bedroom to see the time, it was 5:55 am. Morning time has come, now to get up and ready for the day. The music alarm clock was set to go off at 6 am. The fire was now completley out. The horizon was pink mixed with cypress trees. I took a shower, got dressed and prepared breakfast.

I have a good feeling in my belly now about the mysterious. That at the end of any dark tunnel of cold bricks that arch into darkness there may be a marvelous light waiting there, one that we may not see now. A blazing light is waiting to find us and that Fairy tales are still alive and living among us, just waiting to amaze us. We still need to share this magic !!

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