One day in June, I was walking outside by myself. It was that time of year when the fresh green of early summer begins to turn into real summer, and the air felt so good. Then I arrived home.
As I was climbing the stairs to the front door, “someone” came.
A strong physical sensation.
Not Gyu.
The name “Metatron” came into my mind.
I know that name! I’ve studied a little too, you know. He’s the angel who runs that thing called the cosmic library, right? The cosmic library is somewhere out in the universe, right? And that’s where the Akashic Records or whatever are stored, right?
Then Metatron’s appearance came into my mind.
Like the sun.
Like a lion…
He had a round face, and around his face there was something blazing…
Hair? An aura?
Something like that.
But his expression was incredibly gentle.
Then, all of a sudden, in my head, I overlaid this anime-like image onto Metatron, even though I had only just met him. And after that, I couldn’t see him any other way.
I had accidentally put this very anime-style filter on him, and now I couldn’t undo it.
The blazing hair? Aura? around his face somehow turned into something like a sheep.
He looks kind of sheep-like, and for some reason he’s an old man.
Oh no, what am I supposed to do?
He’s an angel, but like this… he’s a sheep.
And kind of an old man…
How do you take a filter off?
As I was thinking that, Metatron gently said, “That is fine.”
So I took him at his word. And my Metatron settled into the form in the drawing above.
“Now then, let us go to the library.”
Right now!?
See, this is why you can’t let your guard down around smiling angels!
Whoa! I’m already getting wobbly!!
Wait, no breathing method?
What is with this guy!? He has such a gentle face, but he does not hold back at all!!
It didn’t seem like I would have time to go inside the house. So right there… I sat down on the stairs in front of the entrance. Even though I was almost inside!
I could already feel myself starting to slip out of my body. In a panic, I grounded myself.
Gaia, I’m off!
When I got out into space, Gyu was there too. It seemed like Metatron and Gyu were taking me there together as a two-person team.
The famous cosmic library!
I was excited.
Oh, I can see something.
A massive-looking building with what seemed like very intricate decorations…
Ahhh, I’m already inside. I barely got to see the outside!
And now there’s already a thick book sitting right in front of me on a stand.
Boom.
The page I’m supposed to read is already open.
I didn’t even get to look at the inside of the building!
Since there was nothing I could do, I looked down at the open page of the book. Then everything spun around a little…
First, the ocean.
Then a white temple.
Atlantis?
“Atlantis” is echoing in my head!
Whoa. So now the famous Atlantis has finally come out!
I was there too!!!
Amazing.
The ocean is so beautiful.
All the buildings are white.
White town, a blue ocean, a blue sky, and green mountains.
How beautiful.
Apparently, I was doing something like a priestess.
Well, my goodness, she is beautiful. A very gentle-looking, incredibly beautiful woman. Even though she is a priestess, she has fans.
She falls in love with someone, gets married, and retires from being a priestess.
The men who had been her fans are angry. One of them is dangerously angry.
I give birth to twins.
A few years later, that fanatical fan kills the older twin brother.
After that, I keep living while blaming myself, thinking, “One of my sons died because of me.”
Also, I’m thinking, “I am absolutely done with being beautiful ever again!”
After I saw that much, someone said,
“You must stop blaming yourself. You must understand that it was not your fault. Even if you continue blaming yourself, your child will not be happy.”
I don’t know who said it.
Maybe this is the theme I’ve been carrying all the way from Arianrhod…?
Every time, I lose one of the twins, even though it isn’t my fault?
When I thought that, for the first time, Arianrhod’s form came into my mind.
Long chestnut-brown wavy hair.
Crying.
Thinking it was her fault.
Apparently, it wasn’t your fault, you know?
Maybe you don’t have to cry anymore?
What am I supposed to do for her?
Then I returned to my body. I stood up, and finally went inside the house.
That same night, in the kitchen, someone came again.
I felt an incredibly strong energy.
“I am not as gentle as Metatron, but I am overflowing with love.”
That powerful someone said,
“You have overcome so much to get this far. From now on, the flow will speed up all at once. The visible world and the invisible world will begin to mingle. For the visible world, the invisible world will become a visible world. You will be able to witness that process.”
I don’t really understand, but… ok.
“This weekend, you are to go on a trip.”
What!
Again!?
I just went to Los Angeles last month…
“Somewhere nearby is fine. Go out with your family.”
…
…
Understood.
Who are you?
Giga…?
I couldn’t hear it!!!
When I meet all kinds of beings like this in a single day — though they’re not exactly people — it wears me out. And each time, I have to write notes on my phone.
Memories of going somewhere or talking with someone invisible like this feel a little thinner than ordinary memories. At least in my case.
For example, if an ordinary memory from one minute ago is a “10,” and the memory of a dream right after waking up is somewhere between “0” and “3”…
Then memories with someone invisible are around “6” to “8.”
They are just a little thinner than ordinary memories. So if I don’t write them down right away, I forget them.
They don’t disappear as quickly as dreams do, but they fade more easily than ordinary memories.
That powerful someone I spoke with in the kitchen at the very end of that day…
In the end, I never figured out who it was.
But maybe I should go on that weekend trip.