Portal of the heart

Pentre Ifan & Carn Ingli Hillfort (Mount of Angels), Pembrokeshire, Wales.
 
I think it’s natural for everyone to dream of other dimensions and help coming from other realms. There is, a loving presence.
 
But that presence is the knowledge, wisdom and kinship of all beings entering through the portal of the heart, your heart, conduit of the dragon self ...
 
Through the act of reimagining the land and those you love, your awe at each creation of nature opens the door.
 
Are there angels and other beings leading and guiding us?
 
Yes, but only in a certain sense. They are part of the one force which animates all reality ... echoed through the worlds in divine reflection of that aspect of yourself ... which you have not yet embodied.
 
Neither absolutely external - or internal - to your own self we discover, once identities run fluid through the terrain of no time, that we are merely the doorstep, a meeting place ... between heaven and earth.
 
In that confluence of form and no form there is nothing else but the natural light of the eye.
 
Our spirit at perfect rest, with the wind blowing in soft renewal, in the infinite sight of ourselves we touch our head to stone and we are thoroughly re-envisioned.
 
In the shadow of Mynydd Carningli, where the indigenous Britons and Celtic Christian saints would climb up the craggy rocks to speak with their god(s), I stepped through the doorway of Pentre Ifan. Torrential rain became bright sunlight. The lambs played with their mother sheep in the surrounding fields. I sat on a plinth of thin stone far above them. Such joy amidst the wind and cold; a lightness of heart which kept on expanding.
 
Much love x