Today as I was laying in savasana, my favorite position to receive, I felt transported to another place. It was strangely familiar and my entire body felt alive with energy as I settled in the scene.
The first thing I saw was a field of mustard colored grass. It spread out around me in all directions. I sensed immediately that I was home. I was on Lyra.
I opened my eyes briefly just to make sure I had not left my body. I had not, so I closed them and shifted back into the scene. The sensations of my body imitated the rise and fall of the ocean and the field of mustard grass swayed with me.
Above me in the sky was a brilliant, reddish-orange sun, bigger than any Earth sun. Behind and just below it was a smaller, yellowish-colored son, reminiscent of the Earth’s sun. Interestingly, the sky was not blue but a strange orange color that lightened to almost white the higher into the atmosphere I sent my gaze. The brilliance of the massive orange sun made it impossible to see much else in the sky.
I lingered for a while until my guide interrupted my journey. I shifted consciousness back to my body and the present time, leaving Lyra only a memory in my mind. Still, though, it is a vivid memory and so I attempted to paint what I saw. My painting doesn’t do it justice, but I imbued it with the energy of the place as best I could.