The Serpent and the Weaver: A Dream from the Hall of Globes

An interpretation of the Hall of Globes, created with Midjourney.

April 1, 2022

The Dream

My footsteps clicked lightly on the marble floors of this palace in the stars, not because my corporeal form naturally made noise but for the need to announce our presence as we approached the Hall of Globes. Golden light poured out from the chamber like liquid upon the floor and heads turned to acknowledge my partner, Agoria, and I as we entered the cosmic viewing room.

Rows upon rows of living, watery orbs floated around the space, suspended by the quality of their density. I smiled as I passed by the globe holding the star Vega and it’s many planets—the birthplace of my consciousness. Agoria bristled beside me, her scales rippling with barely suppressed irritation. My birth had led to the death of a serpent near to her heart. But the past was neither here nor there, literally, as linear time did not exist within the walls of this palace.

The beings gathered in the Hall of Globes concluded their meeting and began to disperse nodding toward us in their exit. It was time to begin our next assignment.

Agoria’s Sacred Circle, created with Midjourney.

Agoria curled her long serpentine body into a wide circle upon the floor and grasped her fin-like tail between her teeth. She was a stellar water dragon and a master of traveling through the pooled portals connecting the many worlds of this universe.

I climbed into the sacred circle formed by her scaled body, folded my limbs to sit upon the floor, and sank into the calm waves of energy permeating the chamber around us. Stillness enveloped my soul as I listened for the resonance that called to me. A blue-green orb near the archway we had entered began to move toward the center of the room as I adjusted my frequency to match the call. The resonance was coming from Terra, which the humans there called Earth, and it was growing stronger.

My eyes snapped open as the globe came to rest silently before me. I heard them, two souls destined to find each other but separated by an eon of possibilities. Agoria turned her golden eyes toward the orb, sensing their need to collapse the gravitational distance between them as well. This was our specialty.

I dipped my gaze into the globe and scoured the surface for the portal closest to the lighter-density soul—it would be easier to adjust their gravity to attract the denser of the two like a moth to a flame.

There! Lying in the loving embrace of a valley between two mountains was a crystalline pool of water. I nodded to Agoria and she began the convergence.

The Convergence, created with Midjourney.

Our energies shifted and spiraled, condensing around the orb until we entered the liquified tunnel to this world. Submerged completely by the waters of the universe, the lifeblood of consciousness, we transitioned our souls into the eighth dimension of the planet.

Time always passes strangely on Terra, especially when dipping into the third, fourth, and fifth dimensional frequencies. It feels a bit like walking through thick sludge. The pull of time makes you question which direction is in the now.

It is here that the dream speeds up for I did not have the understanding nor the comprehension to adequately describe the actions of Agoria and I. What follows are the words that sound most accurate.

We traveled to the first soul, the lighter of the twos’ densities, by collapsing the gravitational space around us. As she came into focus we immediately got to work assessing her tree of possibilities—her soul’s “roadmap,” so to speak. Many possibilities had already been clipped by the decisions of her free will but she had a goal, a “contract,” to meet her soul partner in this existence. Only two routes remained that could bring them together.

I grasped one thread of possibility and Agoria grasped the other, each of us diving into their respective destinies. I followed mine to the end and reconvened with Agoria, touching our foreheads together to instantly share the possibility we each had witnessed. It was a unanimous decision: Agoria’s thread was had a higher probability for success in bringing these two souls together.

I began to re-weave the energy around around the first soul, shifting some opportunities for this lifetime that would bring her to the other side of the world where the second soul resided. After an unknown period of time the pathway was complete. Agoria took one last look at my work and nodded her approval. It was up to the first soul now to follow through on her intuitive quest and make the free-will choices that would lead her to her soul’s desired fulfillment.

Once more we collapsed gravitational space and stood before the clear waters of the pool that brought us here. Agoria wrapped her scales around me and we dove into the tunnel, traveling up through the remaining dimensions to emerge again in the Hall of Globes.

A record keeper stood before us writing quickly into his multi-dimensional book of destinies. We waited patiently for him to finish.

With the final stroke of his pen he looked up and graced us with a soft smile.

“It is done.”