A story of releasing a past version of myself

Sitting by the water I find myself approached by a large translucent bubble. It is big enough for me to step into it lying down comfortably inside, so I do. As I am floating down the stream within the protective walls of this bubble, I am noticing the tunnel I’ve entered. It is a tunnel full of light and warmth, and when I look through the bubble, I can see the reflection of the colors of the rainbow. The colors are flowing out, so as to create a bridge toward what appears to be a slice of night sky full of vibrant twinkling stars. As I am floating toward what I believe is the sky, I am feeling completely relaxed. I sit myself up, putting up, my feet out in front of me. Leaning my back against the bubble I am gazing up and noticing how comfortable I feel in my body in this moment.

I am in awe of my travels and feeling great anticipation for what awaits at the end of the tunnel of light and warmth. This entire trip my mouth has been gaped open, taking in the sights all around me. When I arrive I feel myself leave the security of the bubble and enjoy the familiar feeling of stepping onto solid ground.

I don’t feel scared, I trust myself to know what to do and I trust the ground I am stepping on. I feel like I have arrived, though I do not know where.

I am excited to see what I will see, to look around and explore the sights, scents, and sounds. I thought I might take my time time looking around, but to my surprise I am here only briefly.

When I stepped out of the bubble my eyes locked on a sturdy marble stand with a beautiful green lightly textured vase, and I knew instantly this is a missing piece of myself. I reach out and take it from atop the marble stand, hugging it tightly, not looking around at anything else.

I step back into my bubble with this vase, and on the return journey through the tunnel of light and warmth, I feel this wonderful feeling like I have what I need. It feels as if the vase is a living energy I’ve longed to be around. I am not yet sure what this vase is, but it has a magic to it I know I will discover with patience.

for days I’ve pondered, what is this vase? And now I know. It is who I am. No wonder I feel so much joy about it, no wonder I knew it when I saw it, no wonder I cannot contain myself. I found my Self. Here is me in my current version retrieving and holding my previous self. I feel so happy to know now.

Later, I return to the tunnel of light and warmth, and with me is my previous self. There is a sense of urgency for her, so I try to make the bubble go as fast as it can. She is looking longingly at the starry end of the tunnel. When we make it she is lifted by the light from the tunnel, and she is so relaxed and so ready to go.

I watch her bright light moving further away and she is dancing the whole time. It is like she felt she could move again, all that urgent energy from before is lifted, transforming to a feeling of freedom. She must have known about it and longed for it. I watch her go and feel myself exhale deeply.