As I raced wildly through the hurried crowd at the airport, all rushing to get to the gate where their flight would carry them to their next destination, I began to split my dimension and found myself being lifted from my own destination and into another reality that arranged a different view from above even though my feet continued to walk at a brisk pace.
I looked around at all
the humans, all with a different agenda and all not aware of my emotions that
were coming into full view as I made my way to the gate of my next space of
time. I began to have so many feelings that were coming to me because of the
things that I became aware of in the last few days. While going back to my
considered home base is a happy thing it was also bittersweet with memories
constantly hitting me up one side and down the other.
However on this visit
it was not to be one of fun and party lights, no this visit was one of
connection and redirection. Sometimes reality can hit you between the eyes and
really send you into orbit, but for me it was a calm and peaceful awareness of
future things that were yet to come, yet eagerly anticipated.
I embraced the
person and my surroundings as if I had never left. I looked around and knew that
things were a bit disheveled but still the surroundings felt wonderfully
familiar and I instinctively knew that jumping the invisible hurdles would take
patience, calmness and support to a friend who carries the same DNA of
friendship that I have. I sat, at times, and scanned his aura for the correct
way into the process of planning the new directions needed for a positive
arrival to the next phase of life. I felt the days still ahead would have to lay
down the next set of directions that would eventually lead him from the dark
tunnel and out toward the light of a new happier tomorrow.
I often sat
quietly and took everything in, silently researching the best way out of the
dilemmas that plagued the atmosphere and at what swift pace could end the fears
that danced around him. At times the tango dance of fear shrouded his demeanor
in a split second.
I asked myself so many times what kind of approach would
be the best. Eagerly I wanted the answer to this and many other questions and
journaled my request to the universe in hopes of getting an immediate response
so that I could move forward in the most gentle way.
Like most things that
the universe delivers, the answers just show up in the most distinctive way and
it will always be up to you to see the sign that is being given to you.
we edged toward the starting gate and the boxes began to appear I had my
universal answer delivered to me. The awareness completely surrounded me like a
divine feeling when you know you are on the right track. To be exact "tracks"
would be the necessary items needed to set his newest train on and learning to
be the conductor toward his next chapter on the railway of life.
silently there and gazed into a large box of miniature trains and realized at
that moment that it resembled his life. All the trains were in plastic boxes all
sealed up, unorganized, and not being used as they were meant to be. Those tiny
train cars were not on any given track, yet they awaited the linking that would
connect them and send them down the track to their destination not yet
Intuitively I knew that I could help in linking his trains
together. Support and confidence would help send him down the tracks to an
unnamed destination and since he would be the conductor I would still be there
at any stop along the way that needed assurance.
I realized that his love of
trains was the symbolic propellent toward a new turn of events and the tracks
would create the awareness and becoming the universal conductor he would arrive
at his new destination and never look back.
It was at the moment of
understanding the gift I had been given in having this friendship over the many
years of life, that I realized in gazing into the box of train cars that there
was truly was an art to catching a train. Innocently and without his own
knowledge, he shared that special reality with me. Inside that big box of
trains, all safely tucked away in their plastic boxes, laid a future and once
they were all linked together, the destinations were limitless. I could feel the
shedding of their plastic safe containment and sense the urgency of linking up
to the reason for their creation and their desire to travel to destinations
I came away from my trip with a most distinct awareness. The
love from friendship can be quite strong and yet quite fragile. Day after day I
became privy to the feelings that had been dipped in depression and kept within
a tortured soul. The conversations and emotions that were shared, slowly opened
the door toward a hopeful light and a sense joy and direction began to form. It
was then that I began to put the pieces together and could feel that I had done
something good for a person who holds such a light in my heart.
through the tears and trepidations of my own anxiety that I came to realize that
the true art of catching trains is seeing the perspective view from within your
mind and having the drive and desire to catch the dream inside your heart and
just conduct the ride on the train of destiny. For some of us, the art of
anything can come naturally, and for others it takes a few times to put the
image together. Yet when the image is clear and the horizon seeps in, the
arrival at the next depot is exhilarating.
So in closing, the art of
catching any train is arriving at the station on time and leaving your past
behind you...........All Aboard!