Emily's House: Book 1 of the Akasha Chronicles

Chapter 50: Put Your Boat In

Chapter 50: Put Your Boat In

 “Your scientists say that nothing can travel faster than the speed of light,” said Brighid.

“Yeah, I think it was Einstein that came up with that.”

“Very limiting, isn’t it?”

“Well it’s a limit set by Mother Nature.”

“Nature set no such boundary. The true boundary is the one created by the human mind. Einstein was a bright man. Very smart, but very wrong.”

“Wrong? You’re saying Einstein was wrong? So we can travel faster than the speed of light?”

“You can be anywhere that you want in an instant.”

“But how is that possible? We haven’t even made it to Mars.”

“Emily, you have seen the truth of my statement, yet still you allow what you have been told to limit you. Did you not experience the web of all things?”

“Well, yes.”

“You knew what it was and could sense it with all your being even though you had left your human body behind. That is because you are the web and it is you.”

“Yes, I knew that. I could feel it.”

“Why then child do you question your ability to be anyplace within the web whenever you want?”

“You mean right now, if I want to, I could be on Mars in an instant?”

“Yes. But you may want to leave your human body behind for that journey. Mars is not particularly hospitable for humans.”

“But how?”

“It is a choice. Your Anam is not limited by space or by time.”

“Wait a minute. Time? Are you saying we can also travel through time?”

“Time is a fiction created by the human mind. You have also seen that for yourself. You have been living in a world without time.”

“I’m not sure I understand what time is. It seems impossible to go back in time because the past is over. And it seems equally impossible to travel forward to something that doesn’t exist yet. And Madame Wong’s always croaking about being in the ‘now.’”

“Madame Wong’s advice is accurate as always. It is best to stay in your present moment and let the stream take you. But time is much like a stream.”

A stream appeared before me. It babbled over rocks and meandered through a meadow and disappeared into a thick wood.

“I have created a stream so very much like one you may find on your planet. Do you see how the water flows?”

“Yes, but it flows in only one direction.”

“’Tis true young one, ‘tis true. But what you see around you when you are in the stream, do you agree that what you observe of your surroundings depends much on where you put your boat in?”

I had to think on that one a minute.

“So if the stream is like time, then if I put my boat in – back there, by the big willow ... ”

“Then that is what you observe.”

“And that’s like the past.”

“Yes.”

“But if I put the boat in way up there, by that big oak ... ”

“Then you are with the oak at that moment.”

“And that is like the future?”

“Precisely.”

“I can put my boat in the stream wherever I want to. So are you saying that the same is true of time? I can go to any time that I want simply by choosing it?”

“Your Anam is eternal. You already exist in all places that ever existed and all time that ever was or will be. Once you fully incorporate this into the core of your being, your Anam will then be able to travel to any place that it wants to because, you see, you are already there.”

“Akasha.”

“Yes.”

I felt like I had to sit down. A sturdy chair appeared behind me. I fell into it and sat in a brain fog stupor.

“Your bodies and all your creations seem so solid, permanent and real to you. So hard for you to accept that you can cast it aside whenever you like and be wherever and whenever you want solely by your desire to do so. And even harder to comprehend that, with practice, you can even take that body with you. This lesson has been the hardest for the humans I have met.”

I was barely listening to the Goddess at that point. My mind raced. If I could be anywhere or anytime that I wanted I knew exactly where I wanted to be. Home. And not the one that included Muriel the Mean and Zombie Man. No, I wanted to go to the home with a mother singing and painting vibrantly colored flowers and making Sunday breakfast.

“Yes, you can go there. But the past is a tricky business for the soul traveler.”

Her voice brought me out of my reverie. What is she saying about tricky business?

“What do you mean ‘tricky business’? I though you said I can go wherever and whenever I wanted to?”

“Oh you can but that does not necessarily mean that you should.”

“But I was happy then. I want to feel that way again, if only for a minute or two. To see her smiling face. To hear her laughter, like a million bells ringing. To feel her hug ... ”

Tears sprang from my eyes. My longing to see my mother again was so great that I don’t think Brighid herself could stop me even if she wanted to.

“Perhaps the best way for you to learn the tricky business of which I speak is to experience it for yourself. Yes, humans do seem to learn best by doing, even if it is painful.”

“So I can go there now?” I could barely contain my excitement.

“You are already there.”

“But how do I go?”

“The same way you let yourself be one with the web of all that is. You simply let go of your conscious mind. Be one with all that is and choose your time and place. You will be there instantly.”

I still sat in the chair that I conjured. I sat back and relaxed my whole body. I followed my breath as Madame Wong had taught me. I focused on the in and out, in and out. My breath like a gentle wave. Once I was in a deeply relaxed meditation, I imagined a stream and I pictured myself in a rowboat. I paddled my rowboat slowly. The water lapped at my boat and the paddles made little ripples in the water. I traveled down the stream. I imagined that the stream was a path to the house of my childhood. As I relaxed and focused on my breath and the stream, I felt the chair beneath me disappear, but I didn’t fall to the ground. Focus Emily. I knew that if I lost focus, I was likely to fall on my keister.

The boat followed the current down the placid stream. Soon I was enveloped by a thick fog and couldn’t see more than two feet ahead of me. It seemed like an eternity that I drifted slowly in that fog, all the while I concentrated as hard as I could on the house filled with my mother’s laughter.

The mists cleared and the fog lifted. I was no longer in a boat floating down a gentle stream. I was walking up a very familiar sidewalk toward a very familiar house.

It was like déjà vu all over again. Will I finally have what I’ve hoped for?