Swastika

I can’t have been back in the room for more than a second when I was drawn back into the astral or spirit world, whatever it is (no place I’d ever seen before). When I reappeared it was to an entirely less troubling scene. I was walking forwards onto land beneath a cornflower blue sky (the sky so often looks that way in the spiritual dimension?) on a path towards a building that I knew was there but could not see.

I am not sure if this makes sense, but I find that in this dimension one’s vision is restricted in a way. One sees what is before one’s eyes and the rest unfolds. It can be like tunnel vision. What I could see was a low outer wall with an opening in the middle, clearly some sort of entrance or gateway.

Sitting on the left of the opening was a young woman with long black hair wearing a knee-length white toga or chiton. She was sitting kind of sideways and shielding her face with her hand. It was obvious I should not see her face and had I thought about this fact for a bit longer it would probably have scared me a bit.

As soon as I registered her presence I arrived at the next scene (time and space has no meaning there, things unfold according to one’s understanding of them, with full consciousness or comprehension triggering the transition).

I was somehow inside the building with the girl walking beside me on the left. I vigilantly tried to observe my surroundings for outstanding detail, but it was quite dark – it seemed to be a basement – and everywhere was plain marble or stone. There were columns and I remember being surprised and even a little disappointed that there was not any kind of decoration on the walls that I could see.

The room itself was not normally shaped, comprising of weird angles. It seemed like a corridor. As I made this mental note about the décor I was led to look at the floor, and saw that we were following a path of square tiles, about 12” across, that were uniformly patterned with simple black swastika shapes.