Braveheart - Flying on pencils
Type of Spiritual Experience
Annoyingly I can't remember what he was ill from and I didn't write it down [poor observation keeping on my part!]
A description of the experience
I am up early after crashing to bed early. A bit exhausted at work. On my holidays I was strangely vision-free. I guess it was all very stimulating during the day and I quiesced at night.
These nights I have been ill I have had great visions. My helpers now are the same as the last time: a tall woman and an old man. The pencil case is a solid presence, sometimes towering very large, sometimes seen inside a flower. In one vision the pencil case stood balanced on one of its short sides in a featureless plain. It must have towered as high as the Eiffel Tower.
In its shadow stood the tall woman looking larger than I remembered from before. Wearing a dark blue robe of very thin translucent material. There radiated from her within the shadow a kind of light. I walked towards her and as I did I realised that she was so tall that my eyes were at the level of her navel.
As I reached her the lid of the huge pencil case swivelled open as if the side of a tower block opened like a door. The pencils with their different colours were there and mindful of the colour of the woman's robe I selected the Dark Blue one. There I was seemingly holding a pencil as long as the Eiffel Tower. I grew huge and the pencil case seemed normal sized. The woman however was the same size as me. She took the pencil and placed it between her breasts and held my hand. I pushed upwards and we flew, her dark blue robe trailing and swirling behind very dramatically. I was naked with very long hair swirling in the same way.
The sky turned red and looking down the plain was also blazing red. We floated together and I reached for the pencil between the woman's breasts. As I did so her dark blue robe was dislodged and fluttered away. The dark blue between her breasts was no longer a pencil but writing on her skin.