This morning, a vision.
I was on a ship, a rather large ship, with wood-planked floors and white railings. All the metal on the ship was white, and mixed with the brownish tinge of rust that seemed natural for an older ship. I could even hear the sound of an air horn blasting from above, although it wasn’t loud enough to be disturbing.
I was sitting on a chaise, considering whether or not I should relax in the moment.
The Chief I’ve seen from visions past came to me. He was dressed in fire department station wear, with navy blue pants and black boots, with a navy blue t-shirt with ” FDNY Engine 46″ screen printed on the back. He motioned me to follow him, which I did.
We headed toward the bow of the ship, toward the railing that was on the starboard side. The Chief stopped and mentioned me toward a form standing by the railing, looking out to sea.
You were dressed in a white dress, that had navy blue designs on it. Those designs varied, some were crescent moons, some were stars and flowers, and some were mountain shapes that seemed to randomly dot your dress. Your hair moved slightly in the breeze, and as I neared you turned to me and smiled, gently patting railing next to you. I turned to say a thank you to the Chief, but he was gone.
I took my place next to you along the railing and turned to look at you. Your eyes were beautiful as always, and your smile lit up my heart. Tears formed in my eyes, and I could feel them making their way down my cheek. You put your hand on mine in comfort, and leaned in to kiss one of my tears.
We turned together to look out to sea. The water was black and very calm despite the motion of the ship. The water’s calmness was broken only by whales and dolphins playing next to the ship, both exhaling geysers of mist as they broke the surface. They were swimming calmly next to us, and seemed to be protecting us as we moved through the sea.
There were mountains out by the horizon. They were tall and dark, their darkness highlighted by the white snow that capped their peaks. Their image reflected in the black sea, disturbed only by the ripples made by the whales and dolphins swimming by our side.
There we stood, the two of us, your hand over mine, my hand on the railing. Our bodies were close, so close that I could feel your warmth and the touch of your hair as it tickled my shoulder in the breeze. We said nothing. We didn’t have to. All the communication that was needed was in our touch, the sight of the sea and the mountains before us, and the feeling as if nature herself was protecting us as we sailed through life together. Beyond the ship on which we traveled we were protected by the Universe, and on the deck we were protected by each other.
Suddenly, we could see what appeared to be a small fire in the distance by the base of one of the mountains. It burned a bright orange, almost as if the Sun has found a place to sit on the Earth. As it burned, a bluish smoke rose toward the sky and over the mountains. It seemed to be like a compass needle pointing in a certain direction.
We looked at each other and smiled. You shook your head as if to say “yes, I know” and squeezed my hand three times in acknowledgement. We then turned toward the fire and the mountains, and it seemed as if we both knew where we should go.
I give thanks to the spirits that guide me, and have shown themselves to me in the most glorious ways I have ever experienced. I am not exactly sure why I am blessed now, but there is certainly a sense of peace and calm that permeates my existence as a result of these visits. I have also asked permission to share these, and while I am sure there are some I will not share there are also some I will.
Peace.