What was that? Multidimensional Awareness happening NOW? 

I set out about 5:00 pm to walk about 40 minutes; certainly not a long distance marathon, but one that would allow me to release a stressful phone conversation with my friend Brad regarding the new Delta variant.  It was a nice Northwest kind of summer day—about 75º, the sun going in and out behind the clouds. This was a walk I had been enjoying almost every afternoon as of late.  

Many bicycles, and an occasional horse and rider shared this paved walking path—which was my normal experience each day.  Today, I had passed a couple initially on my way ‘out’. The husband/father was in the lead and attached to his bike, a child carrier. The mother/wife was following on her own bike close behind. Both had helmets—she a pink T-shirt with bold white letters—and as we quickly passed each other, exchanged friendly smiles and hellos.

I had reached my turning point and was headed back to the car. About halfway down the Centennial Trail-path, I saw the family of three approaching. We were in opposite “lanes” this time. They had put on music, which audibly grabbed my attention. It seemed like a good-ole 70’s melody, but a bit odd on a nature trail, I reasoned. I smiled to say hello again, and my eyes were pulled to the bike trailer in tow. This time I had a good look at the child in the carrier. She looked,11ish, wearing black slacks, a pink bubblegum colored shirt, but clearly a special needs child.

 My thoughts were of love, and the acceptance and devotion these parents clearly had for their daughter. However, it is what happened next, that startled me. As the trio breezed past me, and I felt a tremendous, almost haunting chill. It was a chill that hung with me for a very long time—minutes—and even made my head feel peculiar; that third-eye pineal trigger. It was the same feeling I noticed when I was around a channeling from Kryon—or other huge multidimensional energy groups at a few of the esoteric conferences I had attended over the years. But that had context, and something I “understood”; it just happened at those times, and I accepted the mystery behind such feelings.

 So, what had just happened? I continued to walk, a bit shaken, at least surprised and mildly confused, still feeling the tremendous wave of body chills. It wasn’t a ghost for god’s sake, the child was resting comfortably in the black bike trailer, listening to tunes, being carried along by her parents—in the middle of a nature trail—with similes and love. 

I had an encounter at a traffic light with a homeless woman a number of years ago—and when our eyes met, I recognized an angelic presence. I saw it in her eyes; colorless, invisible and no physical form, but affected me deeply in the moment and today. (I have chills, big, big chills again as I type this last sentence. Confirmation?) I believe, the souls of our individual angelic fragments touched this afternoon with no agenda. I saw love. She felt love and so did I. It must have been a divine-cosmic love, for there is no designation; no naming. No context to place in a box. It simply exists in a space within the space; somewhere in the depths of our inner-being, and we shared something big.

 I experienced “something” out of this 3D reality, that has no words, yet is as real as the path I walked, the fresh air I was breathing, and the trees that surrounded me. Did we change each other? I can’t answer that. I don’t even know what it was. This was a new experience for me. I felt there was something much bigger that I had participated in—and I wonder what will come next? I am curious. And, yet, there is also a part of me that planned this encounter—that is out of time and space—and certainly out of the intellectual understanding our brain and ego so enjoy and often times need or require. 

Multidimensional energies cannot be sorted, numbered, placed or labeled. I like to call these things magic. So out of the realm of what we expect, know and comprehend. Did her parents know how she affected others? Or was the afternoon bike ride something they just did on a summery Northwest day—as the sun filtered through the trees and the blue sky and clouds began to close the day? You fill in the blank. 

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