Between the Veil and Stars

Sleep has been few and far between this week. And in that space, a portal opens.

All my life I have traveled in this way. Slipping into the night, finding myself in places far beyond the familiar. Dark forests where I move through flight, arms outstretched above the tree line. As natural as breathing. Encounters arriving without warning. Visitations with beings and galactic vehicles from other dimensions. Experiences unfolding as vividly as waking life.

It begins subtly. Energetically. I drift into a space of stillness. Not quite asleep. Not fully awake. Something in between. As if I am wrapped in a cocoon of light, preparing for space travel.

This is how these altered states have come to me over the years. Not forced. Not sought out. More like a spontaneous opening. One I am not always a willing participant in, in all transparency.

Over time, it has become a practice of surrender and trust. A teaching on impermanence. On the acceptance of death. And a way of learning how to navigate any terrain I enter, remembering that my light and my love are eternal.

Learning to soften into the experience, lucid and awake, I accept the invitation. Sometimes I wake myself, shake off my energy field, and return to the awareness in the room. These days, it is by choice whether I answer the call.

The common thread throughout my life has been two nights of sleep disturbed from my natural rhythm. That is all it takes to send me on a Vision Quest.

It is like being handed the keys to a world vast and mysterious, existing just beyond the imagination of this waking world. Multidimensional in nature. Familiar to me since childhood.

Last night, I woke to the stars shining through the window in a blackened sky. Awake. Present. Alert, yet relaxed. I lay there for hours, suspended in that quiet space, feeling something gently stirring just beyond my reach. Familiar, yet mysterious.

Eventually, I softened enough to follow the golden thread.

It began as an ordinary dream. Walking down a path toward a house. Then something shifted. I realized the world I was entering was not like anything I had encountered before. Lanterns of golden light lined the way, leading toward a garden. Two spaceships emerged from the earth, anchored as if relics from the past, existing in a timeline beyond prediction.

I turned the corner.

Gravity shifted.

Everything slowed.

Everything hovered in this space, synchronized, moving along an unusual elliptical path.

Color began to reveal itself from every edge of the darkness. Jewels spilling from golden treasure chests. Crystalline citrine caves. Moving statues of gods and goddesses impregnating the space. All of it in slow motion. Everything passing quietly, energetically, as if guided by its own unseen rhythm. Unusual. Provoking. Penetrating. Surreal. Connective. Etheric.

The realm carried the distinct flavor of the underworld where Hades lives. The place where Persephone was once taken, and now holds court. Empowered. Passionate. A world rich with color and life. Movement and vastness.

Light did not come from above. It emerged from within everything. From the air. The waters. The earth. The crystalline structures embedded in the landscape. An inner illumination, like a jewel lit from behind.

Crystal caves glistened with a dark brilliance. Waterways moved slowly through the terrain, holding reflections that shimmered with a metallic sheen. The atmosphere carried a density, though not heavy. Gravity felt different. A low hum moved through everything. Steady. Constant. Slow. I could feel it more than hear it.

Saturated hues of amber, violet, and emerald green wove through the shadows through a flickering light. The darkness itself felt alive. I felt safe to wander. To wonder. To participate, if only for a moment, in this peculiar part of the universe.

I felt like a visitor. And somehow, I belonged.

For a moment. Not longer.

Time did not move forward there. It expanded. Opened. Stretched across millennia.

It was time to return.

Gradually, I followed the thread, moving into an in between space in the dreamtime, until I returned to my body here and now.

Sometimes I step toward these experiences knowingly. Lucid. Other times, it feels like being drawn by a gravitational force that cannot be ignored.

Last night was one of those experiences.

And as I moved through it, I could feel that familiar thread guiding me. The same one that has been with me for as long as I can remember. The one that opens the way, not by force, but by absolute presence.

A reminder, perhaps, that these worlds are not somewhere else entirely.

They are here.

Just beyond the threshold.

Between the veil and the stars.

Magical Blessings,

AliSun Trees “Auntie Owl”