Walking through the deep dense forest, I realise I left my guide behind me, he’s no longer walking beside me.
I look down and notice I’m dressed in traditional American Indian clothing, with feathers in my hair, in the distance I see a clearing and I move towards it on reaching the edge of the forest one majestic and very beautiful eagle comes to rest on my arm, I am not afraid, he is my friend, my companion on this journey and I feel honoured to have him with me.
I continue to walk and a few minutes later another beautiful eagle comes to rest on my other arm, I am in awe. I am not afraid, I feel strength I have never known before and humility.
Both of the birds take flight together twisting and dancing over the edge of the Rocky Mountains. I watch them play in freedom, joy and absolute bliss, supported by the currents of air, the wind and the hands of grace.
At that moment my guide appears by the side of me, “jump” he whispers and then he launches himself off the side of the mountain. I am fearless and I too jump, he has vanished no-thing of him remains and I do not fall instead I am lifted up, to fly free, feeling the freedom of the eagles moving through me in flight, feeling grace supporting me, my life and everything in it.
I know I am eternal, I know I am love, I know I am free and I know that grace carries me.
Love and Blessings,
Amelia (DP)
Dhyan Prasada 