Golden Child

A young child emerges from the shadows of the man’s soul. Standing before me, smiling, he reaches out with is hand. His welcome invites and I place my hand in his. Upon contact, I sense tremendous peace and warmth to know who I am.

The child’s body is surrounded by an unusual light, one of golden purity with a tinge of greenish copper. The light seems strongest at the centre of his chest. An abundance of love and security is embraced by my soul and my spirit returns the compliment.

We walk together, side-by-side, hand-in-hand, toward a glowing blue-ish silver window. Reaching the window we are greeted by angelic creatures tending to masterfully crafted doors made from glass and inlaid silver. Smiling warmly, the angelic creatures usher us through the gates into a paradise of love and beauty that I have never seen before.

In awe, I stand six feet inside the entrance, my body and senses so overwhelmed I have entered a state of shock. Sensations ripple through every fibre of my being; I almost feel this sensation far exceeding my ability to withstand, so intense and overpowering, more than the most powerful whole-body sexual orgasm. My mind numbed, I probably stood fixed to that spot for about eight minutes before I could move again.

With my senses slowly returning, my body has adjusted to the spiritual awareness that had almost overloaded my physical beings electrical system. Still holding the child’s hand, we begin to walk again. As we walk on, the vision of what I had seen seems to be slowly evaporating.

All of a sudden, feet still moving, I feel as though I am in a coma of some sort. How could I possibly be continuing in any forward motion when all I can see is black? I can’t see or feel anything. Wait! There is one weird sensation. My hand, it's alive with electricty that courses up my arm; I can feel someone holding my hand. I reach out with my free hand and can’t seem to find anyone there. The feeling is unmistakable too; there is someone holding my hand.

As my panic subsides, rational thought slows down and I begin to listen to my heart again. Ah, a revelation; I remember the child. Although I can’t see where I am going on this part of my journey, I am still being guided by an inner wisdom sustained by the connection made with the golden child. He is still here with me, helping me, and always with unconditional love of self, knowing that I am good.

Now I continue my journey, feeling the warmth, love and security my discovery has led me to. The security has allowed me to admit that I do not know where I am going, only where I am. Each moment counts and knowing this, I focus on each moment, treasuring it, owning it, by doing the best I can to make a positive impact on those lives that are touched by mine. I also know that I will make mistakes along the way, always learning from them, and can forgive myself for my errors. I know that each step of the journey now will reveal, bit-by-bit, the vision for my life, if I keep my heart and mind open.