thing, and I believe largely used for those that have murdered others”, Hilda continues., “it is a sport mostly confined to the Nobles, thankfully, although my husband did have to play his part in them, but he never worried me with the details of such events.”
Well now I know far more than I wanted to .
We are talking about the transition points and she thinks it might be a good idea to note these on the spiral in the colours that belong to the chakras being used. Easy peasy why did I not think of that. I laugh at myself and she gives me a look that says what is going on in your mad head now. “I was just thinking that I think too much,” I say rocking the chair back so it almost tips up on me.
Anyway we did the colours thing so now I have a red starting point which seems ominous to say the least followed by orange and finally the yellow.
Walking the spiral
I decided to try out the spiral that evening and taking direction from the books at Hilda's I prepared for it by not having an evening meal first, but drinking water and showering before I put on clean clothes. I decided to walk the spiral bare foot, as well, so that I had contact to ground myself with, as this also seemed to be important. I did not think it would take a great deal of time but I was prepared to spend up to an hour at the centre of the spiral just building the vision if necessary. The majority of the preparation apart from that would be prior to and during the actual walk but this would not be time consuming in itself. I just had to make sure I had the notes firmly committed to memory and that I could produce them in the sequence I needed without hesitation . I can remember thinking that Hilda would need ear plugs at the end of this, or maybe I would. So when they sat down to eat I slipped out into the garden with my water and sang to the chickens. By the time Aylsa joined me the chickens looked pained. I will just have to hope they don't stop laying.
It was around 7pm when I finally stepped into the circle. Hilda sat outside it in an armchair. I cleared my mind and entered other sight and stepped into the Root zone sounding the C and holding this until I reached the Sacral zone where I changed the note to a D and finally the Solar Plexus where I sang an E. With each note I felt the power rising along the chakra pathway and vibrate finally the totality of it vibrating in my solar plexus I sat and built a mental image of the glade that he had drawn me to and then I called to him to be there. I had my eyes closed during this and I could feel energy flowing through me and out rather like the swirls in my spiral and then suddenly the scene took on a self sustaining reality of its own.
He is sitting on the mossy bank languidly chewing a piece of long grass and as I enter the centre he shades his eyes to look up at me. “ You look so much better in silk”, he says.
I tilt my head to one side and then shake it, “And you, my friend, look far better naked”. He acknowledges a hit if only a tiny one. I continue, “Is this a special space for you or is it somewhere real?” He considers this question before replying. “Its a fragment of Alfheim that exists in some small measure on your reality, but that is rather a simplistic way of putting it”. Ah so I am not considered intelligent enough to grasp the niceties of his existence. “You are probably the most arrogant creature that I have ever met but this is only a small town so perhaps there are those that can better you elsewhere.” Again he seems to consider this before replying, “You do not think to call me a man even though you have seen me naked?” “Touché,” I laugh ”It is a good impersonation on your part but no, you do not seem to be a man, as this world knows them.” “I shall take that as a complement,” he replies, his eyes dancing with humour.
“What is your
Well now I know far more than I wanted to .
We are talking about the transition points and she thinks it might be a good idea to note these on the spiral in the colours that belong to the chakras being used. Easy peasy why did I not think of that. I laugh at myself and she gives me a look that says what is going on in your mad head now. “I was just thinking that I think too much,” I say rocking the chair back so it almost tips up on me.
Anyway we did the colours thing so now I have a red starting point which seems ominous to say the least followed by orange and finally the yellow.
Walking the spiral
I decided to try out the spiral that evening and taking direction from the books at Hilda's I prepared for it by not having an evening meal first, but drinking water and showering before I put on clean clothes. I decided to walk the spiral bare foot, as well, so that I had contact to ground myself with, as this also seemed to be important. I did not think it would take a great deal of time but I was prepared to spend up to an hour at the centre of the spiral just building the vision if necessary. The majority of the preparation apart from that would be prior to and during the actual walk but this would not be time consuming in itself. I just had to make sure I had the notes firmly committed to memory and that I could produce them in the sequence I needed without hesitation . I can remember thinking that Hilda would need ear plugs at the end of this, or maybe I would. So when they sat down to eat I slipped out into the garden with my water and sang to the chickens. By the time Aylsa joined me the chickens looked pained. I will just have to hope they don't stop laying.
It was around 7pm when I finally stepped into the circle. Hilda sat outside it in an armchair. I cleared my mind and entered other sight and stepped into the Root zone sounding the C and holding this until I reached the Sacral zone where I changed the note to a D and finally the Solar Plexus where I sang an E. With each note I felt the power rising along the chakra pathway and vibrate finally the totality of it vibrating in my solar plexus I sat and built a mental image of the glade that he had drawn me to and then I called to him to be there. I had my eyes closed during this and I could feel energy flowing through me and out rather like the swirls in my spiral and then suddenly the scene took on a self sustaining reality of its own.
He is sitting on the mossy bank languidly chewing a piece of long grass and as I enter the centre he shades his eyes to look up at me. “ You look so much better in silk”, he says.
I tilt my head to one side and then shake it, “And you, my friend, look far better naked”. He acknowledges a hit if only a tiny one. I continue, “Is this a special space for you or is it somewhere real?” He considers this question before replying. “Its a fragment of Alfheim that exists in some small measure on your reality, but that is rather a simplistic way of putting it”. Ah so I am not considered intelligent enough to grasp the niceties of his existence. “You are probably the most arrogant creature that I have ever met but this is only a small town so perhaps there are those that can better you elsewhere.” Again he seems to consider this before replying, “You do not think to call me a man even though you have seen me naked?” “Touché,” I laugh ”It is a good impersonation on your part but no, you do not seem to be a man, as this world knows them.” “I shall take that as a complement,” he replies, his eyes dancing with humour.
“What is your
Similar Books
![Celeste Bradley - [Heiress Brides 02]](https://fs.dianahicksbooks.com/616522/thumbs/152x264/celeste-bradley-heiress-brides-02.jpg)
![Lakeshore Chronicles [10] Candlelight Christmas](https://fs.dianahicksbooks.com/572035/thumbs/152x264/lakeshore-chronicles-10-candlelight-christmas.jpg)
