I’ve created a beautiful house and a beautiful land in my imagination over the past six months. I go there every day, throughout the day, and in my dreams.
The original purpose of the creation was to have a place I could go to commune with my Team: spirit guides, ancestors, ascended masters, guardian angels, past/future incarnations, etc. We all have these entities/energies with us always. I think it’s helpful at first to think of them as separate intelligences from us, but have recently concluded they are all parts of our larger, “higher” selves.
The main house is at the top of a mountain. Usually I’ll just go directly to whatever room I want to be in, or different areas on the property, depending on my intended purpose. But for the full experience, think of me as your host, an astral real estate agent of sorts, showcasing my creation.
We start in the middle of a pine forest near the base of a mountain, and there’s a wide, paved driveway leading up. There’s a golf cart, and we hop in and start the journey. The driveway curves to the right, and we start the first of eighteen switchbacks, each straight for about 200 feet, quite steep, then a sharp turn and up the next one, left then right and up and up. In the middle of each switchback is a wooden bridge under which flows a crystal clear, rocky mountain stream that sputters out of the large lake high above.
At the bottom of the driveway it’s cool and a bit foggy, but with each switchback it gets a little clearer and warmer. The sound of the stream is ever-present, as is the hum of the little engine in the golf cart, and the breeze over our ears. New England bird species chirp and sing their late springtime songs in the trees all around. Squirrels hop around, the occasional chipmunk happily yells at us from atop a boulder, and the deer stop what they’re doing to watch us pass by, completely unafraid.
Finally we finish the last switchback and it opens up into a large gravel lot, with an open air carport on the left, where we park the cart. Straight ahead is a tall stone wall rising 50 feet above the lot, 100 feet wide, with a single stairway in the middle. We walk up the steps in the narrow corridor, four feet wide, and as soon as we approach the last few steps, everything opens up and we’re standing on a large putting green, which is the lawn. There’s a stone walkway leading to the house, the putting green is to the right of it and wraps all the way around to the back of the house, and on the left is a bunker and a chipping green. Left of that and hundreds of feet high above is a spiral staircase leading to a metal lookout tower, which is the highest vantage point in all the land.
As we start along the stone walkway to the house we see the wide wooden staircase made of dark red wood, which narrows as we near the top, which ends at the front deck of the house. The deck is twelve feet wide and wraps all the way around the house, and there is a narrower eight foot wide wraparound deck on the 2nd floor. The third and top floor has only a back balcony, out of view from where we are. Each deck is covered by a copper roof/awning angling down above it. The house is hexagonal, made of beautiful, quartz-infused stone, each side of the hexagon 30 feet long. Each floor is 20 feet tall.
We walk up the steps to the front door, which is 10 feet tall, heavy, made of wood with a large metal handle. As we walk in and close the door, on the far wall opposite us is a giant fireplace five feet high with a nice fire going, and a large couch in front of it. As we stand facing the back of the house, outside to the left is more mountain going up higher, the peak of which is the watch tower, and it’s dense forest. Off to the right of the putting green yard is a steep cliff, and we can see out of the windows nothing but sky and a valley miles off in the distance, then the ocean. This first floor is typically where I’ll go just to relax and sit on the couch staring into the fire.
To our left, just next to the front door, is the elevator, which is not mechanical, but a colorful hologram. By stepping into it and intending to be on any particular floor, we teleport there in an instant. We can also teleport anywhere else in all of existence with that elevator.
First we go down to the second basement floor, the Water Room, two floors down underground, which is in the heart of the mountain. It’s my hot tub and sauna room, where I go for physical healing or sometimes meditation. Hot water flows from a golden pipe into the hot tub that covers the far side of the room. The air is hot and humid. The half we are standing in is a wooden floor, and there are sauna seats of all kinds around us. The hot tub water is whatever temperature we want, with just a thought. The water is pure and heals all ailments of every kind within a few minutes of immersing in it. This room is raw and natural, the walls composed of mountain boulders and rocks and dirt and moss, water gently dripping down all of it.
We step back into the elevator and go to the next floor up, the first basement floor, the Memory Room. It’s dimly lit, and every wall, floor to ceiling, is filing cabinets. We can use the beautiful red wooden ladder, or simply hover up to whichever file we wish to access. They are organized by incarnation, year, month, week, day, hour, minute, and moment. In this room I can access every memory, every lesson I’ve ever experienced or will ever experience in this life and any other life that my Soul has lived or will live, physical and non-physical. It is my own personal Akashic record room. This knowledge can be accessed in the first person, third person, with any level of immersion from watching as if on a movie screen to being inside the experience and not knowing it is a simulation, even choosing beforehand to alter the known outcome by making different decisions. Could this entire human life, or at least these few moments, be one such simulation?
Next we’ll skip up to the second floor, my Guide Room, since we already saw the first floor. There is a large seat in the very middle of the room, facing left, and on the left wall is stadium seating. Whenever I need guidance, I sit in that chair, call upon my Team, and they instantly populate in the stadium seating. Thousands of them. I ask my question, and the individuals best equipped to provide the answer come forward, and we walk over to the table that’s on the far wall. It’s like a restaurant table that juts out from the wall with no legs, made of old wood, a there’s pen and a sheet paper on it. On the right is my seat, and on the left sit the individuals who came forward. There we have a conversation and I take notes. Sometimes in my physical life, where I’m typing this, part of my consciousness will be in the guide house taking notes, and I’m also taking the notes here, physically. In the wall supporting the table is a large window with a view overlooking the backyard.
The third floor is my Astral Office, book shelves on the right and left walls floor to ceiling containing every book I’ve ever read or will read in ever life I’ve lived. Against the far wall is my desk facing the front, and off to one side is a recliner, a couch, and a couple old looking lamps. Sometimes I’ll relax there and think, and sometimes when I’m working in this physical reality part of my consciousness will be sitting at my non-physical desk feeding information and ideas down to my human self. Past the desk, the entire wall is floor-to-ceiling windows, with a small balcony outside. I’ll often stand there and look over the vista and just enjoy the sun and the breeze.
Lastly, above my office is a pyramid meditation room, which is the very top of the house. The six walls of the house have a copper roof leading up to the pyramid level, and they merge into the four sides of the pyramid, each of them 20 feet long. The pyramid itself is made of crystal clear quartz, no inclusions, although sometimes I’ll shift it to other types of crystals depending on what I’m trying to do. Inside is absolute, complete quiet, and floor is soft with down blankets and pillows to make myself comfortable. Often in physical life I’ll put my awareness into that pyramid meditation room while I physically meditate here on Earth.
Now for the backyard, we take the elevator back to the first floor, walk toward the back, past the couch and the fireplace, and exit the door onto the back deck where the same fireplace is also open in the back, where there are chairs. It’s a great spot for early autumn nighttime fire gatherings. Down the back steps, the whole backyard is still putting green like the front, with a stone walkway through the middle of it. At the end of the walkway, about 100 feet away, is a beach of fine, Caribbean sand, and some chairs and other seating. The beach is about 100 feet wide, 30 feet deep, and it is on the shore of a vast, deep mountain lake with crystal clear water. Looking out at the lake from the beach, on our left, is a wooden dock with various watercraft tied to it. A canoe, a kayak, paddle board, a bass boat, and a pontoon boat. The beach is the bottom of a U shape that’s a cove of the larger lake. On the right of the U is a grassy walking path that narrows. If you look right from that path it’s a rocky cliff that drops down thousands of feet to the forest below. The ocean is visible about 20 miles away in the distance. As we walk along the grassy path, eventually it turns to forest and widens. About 50 yards out from that right side shore, on the water is a floating wooden dock leading back to the beach. I’ll often walk along the dock and go fishing. The lake is loaded with largemouth and smallmouth bass, and all kinds of trophy trout (zero pickerel population).
About a mile out into the lake is an island with giant 100 foot tall pines. You can get there by canoe or one of the other craft, and there is a small beach and narrow path into the heart of the island, but I prefer flying out there since it’s faster. We fly out, way up in the air, and as we move over the island there’s a small pond right in the center, about 100 years in diameter, and in the center of the pond is a sandy circular protuberance, about five feet in diameter, rising just a few inches above the water level. I’ll often go there, stand barefoot in the sand, surrounded only by giant pine trees, and do qigong.
Now we fly back to the house and up to the top of the watch tower. From there we have a 360 view from the highest point on what you’ll notice is a large island. In all directions, far off in the distance we can see the ocean. It’s always breezy up there.
After enjoying the view we fly back out over the lake, all the way to the far end, several miles away, and the land drops down thousands of feet. The pines and oaks and maples transition into palm trees the lower we get, and by the time we arrive at the beach it’s nothing but dense palm trees and other jungle flora. Monkeys, hummingbirds, sloths, and more tropical creatures abound. About 20 feet into the jungle is a beach shanty with a thatched roof and a little porch out front with some straw chairs. The whole front is all windows. This is my beach house. Inside on the left is a bed, on the right a couch and table, and at the front is my desk facing the ocean. When I’m in the mood for the beach, I come here.
I have complete control over the weather on my astral island. If I feel like sitting by the fireplace drinking cacao during a blizzard, so be it. But usually it’s warm and sunny, about 85 degrees, low humidity. Perfect weather to swim in the lake. Perfect weather to practice putting. Sometimes I feel like standing on one of the balconies on a cool, windy day. Sometimes I like to sit on the lake beach at midnight in the spring and listen to the frogs. Whatever weather and time of year or day I desire, so it is.
There are a lot more details, and I add more and more to the place each day, but you get the general idea. I’ve built this place in my imagination and I go there all the time. Sometimes I’ll sit on the lake beach and invite in deceased loved ones to have a conversation. Or I’ll play with my deceased pets. They are all welcome there. You are also welcome to join me there as long as you have good intentions and communicate to me who you are. Otherwise, no one else is allowed. The entire reality is surrounded by an impenetrable ball of golden light, and outside of that ball, the darkest black of black, making it completely invisible to all unless called upon.
While I used to think of the place in spatial terms, “out there” or “up there” in the non-physical reality, I recently started thinking of it as existing right within my heart. So instead of going “out there”, I just go within, into my heart. I much prefer it this way. It’s always with me.
I encourage you to create your own sanctuary. Your imagination is the limit. The laws of physics do not apply. There are no limitations at all whatsoever. And the more you go there, the more you build it out, the more it takes on tones of reality. In time it will be as solid and real as the reality from which you read these words.
As I become more and more proficient at out-of-body travel and go to my Guide House more and more, at a point in the near future, I will be able to go there with full waking consciousness and the full experience of physical reality I have while I write these words. That’s the goal. I also plan on going there first whenever I physically die to spend some time relaxing after this human life and reviewing all of the lessons and experiences. And from there, I can launch off wherever else I can imagine, and beyond, because like any other place we go, any other reality we experience, we always get bored eventually and crave something more.
What do you think?