I find myself walking along a desert road which stretches far out in front of me and I can see it steeply and very straightly go up the mountains before me. I suddenly decide to start running, as fast as I can. I run faster and faster and faster. Large big, leaping steps. As I reach the crest of the hill I jump, not expecting anything, and I suddenly fly/am suspended in the air above the road. My arms are stretched as far as they can go, my chest expanded, but my body weight and legs are relaxed as if I’ve done this a thousand times before. I feel like I am laying in a warm bath suspended by the water, yet in air. It’s perfect and I feel a complete release.
Then I hear a loud boom ( like a cannon or an especially loud thunder, with a crack). I am facing west and it’s like my eyes are re-focused and another boom the suddenly I see season change to fall. It’s vivid and perfect and almost too much to take in, I see, feel and know all the beauties of fall.
Then I am turned to the south**boom** and see the summer, feel it’s full heat, know it’s passion.
I am turned again to the east **boom** and see the spring, it’s wonder and mystery.
I am turned to the north **boom** and see the winter, feel it’s sleeping cold. **boom** I am turned to the west and the hold on me is relaxed. I am free to float again. Cradled as I have seen what I was meant to see.
After a time I am released down and stand again at the road.
Then I wake up, as if I was meant to. I got the distinct impression I was “to remember what was shown” to me. That it was particular and unique to me. I felt an intense feeling of being totally centered…of total fulfillment…of being completed.