Active Imagination Notes 01
I am walking along a path in the woods. I come upon a wrought-iron gate and it leads to a secret garden. There is a bench, so many colorful flowers, and the sunlight hits the grass in one spot of the garden in a way that is so beautiful. There is a willow tree and I approach it. It is my friend. I see a flash of white and think that it is a rabbit. It turns out to be a dove, and it coos at me and then beckons me to follow as it flies off. I follow it to a cave back beyond the garden. The further back and down I go in the cave, the darker it gets, but the dove shows me a translucent blue light in the wall of the cave, like a portal door. I step through it. Suddenly I am suspended in primordial space, not standing on anything, but not feeling like I am floating either. Just in it. It is bright rainbow white, pure light, and I almost feel like I could cut myself on it. I am slowly spinning around in this space, then I see the light coalesce into a bright colorful stained glass window of...