The Elysian Fields, the Land of Hope and Glory

Most of the dimensions I’ve seen or that I have been in, are digital fractal worlds that defy description because they are not human worlds, they are made of cubes with complex fractal geometries in them, and then there are some dimensions that look like earth.

There is one that is a dimension of golden fields, a place where the sky, the ground, the plants, even the leaves of the trees are like filigree lace woven in gold. This dimension was known to the ancient Greeks as the Elysian fields.

It was a place that was reserved for mortals related to the gods and other heroes and good people. The Elysian Fields were, according to the poet Homer, located on the western edge of the Earth by the stream of Oceanus. They were also known as the Isles of the Blessed.

I sometimes see the fields at times when I am being severely attacked, so to me their softness and beauty represent the land of hope and glory. I feel very linked, I think many of us are from there and destined to return one day.

One night I was on my bed feeling a bit low, I didn’t believe in our divinity as humans, not that night anyway and I said, “If there is a divinity please show me”.

Later that night, I was kneeling on the bed with my shirt off, to my right was a cupboard with a mirror on it. I saw my neck, shoulders and upper chest go pure gold. It was awe inspiring, I’d never seen anything like that before. In twenty or thirty seconds there was a shiny layer of gold all over my skin, it looked quite thick, maybe half an inch thick. The gold also flowed down my arms, the scene lasted maybe a minute or two.

I was convinced of the divinity after that. No matter what is thrown at us, the gold is always there, and the Isle of the Blessed remains in a dimensional distance waiting for our return. (sw)