Womb of the Divine

There is a place in the spirit realms that Spirit brings me to sometimes, in the astral body. Mary Magdalene has told me that it is a place of healing for me. There are different things that happen there, sometimes scary or disturbing and sometimes ecstatic, but regardless of what takes place, it is working towards my highest good: to bring some issue I am struggling with to the Light so it can be dealt with, or to bring encouragement or comfort.

Due to past traumas, I’ve not been one to naturally enjoy astral traveling. Some of y’all know a little of my backstory about this topic, and maybe I’ll share it again one day, but for now I’ll just say that because of past trauma, some of which specifically revolved around astral travel, I had come to the conclusion that astral travel, by whatever name or degree, was evil. I don’t feel that way any longer, of course, but it’s still something that I don’t particularly enjoy doing. So it’s taken some time to get used to when Spirit pulls me out of my body. And it’s taken even longer to learn to accept what happens during those times without over-intellectualizing, obsessing over trying to understand the “why” or “how” to every event or interaction that takes place there.

That’s a hard thing for me to do, to give up control and to let it be what it is without needing to fully understand what it is. To give up control and to let the answers come when they come, and to be satisfied knowing that the answers may never come. But I’ve realized that over-intellectualizing—which for me means: the need to obsessively understand every single detail about an event or a situation, a need that is actually never fully satisfied no matter how many answers I find—can actually be a trauma response, and can be a way to avoid emotions. So now I’m learning that sometimes it’s necessary to let go of my need to fully understand, and to just let it be what it will be.

When I’m pulled out of my body by Spirit (this most often occurs during my prayer time, but not always), I usually go to a specific place that looks like a regular room. With each visit, the room is arranged and decorated differently, and it seems to be related to whatever I need to work on or understand.

But sometimes, nothing is seemingly happening. I am simply floating and spinning in the dim light of the room. Or, I’m pulled into another place, into what seems to be an empty dark space, and I float and spin around in there, my eyes closed tightly, body shimmering and vibrating with the energy that is present.

I’ve felt a bit silly at times, honestly, but when I ask my Guides about it, they simply remind me that this is a healing space, and to let it be what it is.

So, I’ve learned to let it be what it is.

A few nights ago when I was pulled out of my body, I kept my eyes opened as I floated in that empty expanse of darkness, and I realized that it’s not completely dark. Neither is it empty. Sparkles of light shimmer and twinkle in the darkness, making the darkness feel alive, and the lights like the heartbeat of the Universe. And I wasn’t scared anymore.

After spending most of the night in that quiet, peaceful space, I had the thought that being there in that particular way is like floating through the far reaches of the Universe, the Womb of the Divine Mother. It doesn’t seem like anything is happening, but in that living darkness I am being healed and created anew, being prepared for something either in this life or in the world that is to come.

Or both.

May you find rest and peace in the Arms of the Universe, and healing in the Womb of the Divine. 🙏🏼