Getting our colours

Hubby and I went deep into meditation yesterday. I sat between his legs and lent back against his chest.

I created a circle of protection and waited. 

Suddenly I felt something land on my head. My vision split and I found I could see myself from above as well as my normal vision.

It seemed to be a circlet of what I thought was gold. It was very thin and at the back had what looked like feathers made from this metal.

Instantly a long purple feather attached itself to the circlet in the middle above my brow. Slowly more appeared and it seemed I was wearing a headdress of all shades of purple – from pale lavender to deep indigo. I looked at hubby and he was also wearing a circlet but his was made up of the fiery red feathers.

We sat side by side in this vision, dressed in white.

Slowly the colours in our headdresses changed. Mine became all the colours of pink – from pale pale pink through to cerise. Whereas hubby’s was all the oranges fading to yellow.

I asked what was happening and was told, ‘you are getting your colours’.  I decided to have a closer look at the metal of the ‘crown’. It didn’t actually seem to be gold…it was a duller looking metal. I think it might have been brass. We sat and waited.

Finally a single green feather appeared in the centre above our brow.

That is when we stood side by side. We held hands – hubby was on my left hand side so I held out my left hand and he held out his right hand. We slowly moved to face each other and brought our other hands together and then moved back again. We continued to move together and apart in a sort of slow dance.

The longer we did this the more the colours of our clothes changed and soon were rainbow coloured, as were our headdresses.

The above is a vague recollection of what happened and then after this I sort of lost the thread and it is difficult to know what came first, last or at the same time. Actually now that I think about it, it all seemed to happen at once. The sacred union after that was truly beautiful…I don’t want to box it up with words. I simply want to experience the energy.

 

I asked hubby what he experienced. Being a man of few words…all he said was it was a reaffirmation of our wedding vows :-)

For a while now when I have meditated my third eye has been streaming all the colours of the rainbow, which somehow ties in with last night’s ceremony of ‘receiving our colours’.

I looked up the meaning of brass and could only find this:

Brass was a melding together of two metals (copper and tin). Fine copper was classed as being as precious as gold, therefore its symbolic meaning is the same as gold, which is faith and love, heavenly riches.

We combine our divine nature with our human nature, so that they cannot not be separated (as the two metals in brass cannot be separated). We are fully divine and fully human (copper = divine nature; tin = human nature).

I’ve not had much time to meditate on the events of last night. But when I get a chance I will do so – and try to figure out what ‘getting our colours’ means.