So much pain, suffering and grief swirling around.
I am not quite sure of the sequence of events, but will capture it to the best of my abilities. It is always difficult to put out-of-world experiences into words and then to box it within time constraints.
As we were getting ready for a deep intimate meditational massage session last night,
Greg seemed a bit clumsy. On reflection, I think he was ungrounded and
unfocused as though his consciousness was elsewhere.
His warm hands ran over my body as he anointed me. I vaguely noticed that he was hesitant, almost reverential.
The room
was quite cold despite the central heating, so he placed a warmed towel over
me, but every time he moved it, I could feel a waft of cold air. Initially it
startled me until I realised that the cool energy was creating a surge
of some kind.
I too felt somewhat ungrounded and unfocused, somehow here but not here.
He knelt next to me for a while his warm hands on my back where the heart area is, pouring in his love, while constructing something. What, I am still not sure.
When the powerful orgasm spilt over, I felt myself shoot through some kind of portal. A sense of joy, shortly followed a second later by a tsunami wave of pain, fear, suffering and grief. So much grief within which I could hear thousands upon thousands of women's voices crying out.
It was so strong, a surge of my own grief joined the ululating women the world over as the energy moved through my heart.
I cried and cried, deep sobbing gulps, Greg holding me as I did so.
Then peaceful calm descended.
I've not transmuted for the collective for many months.
I am grateful to be of service. May our love wrap the world in a warm embrace.
