This one always confused me!
Not like other visions.
A memory of the Future perhaps?
A place we actually are from where now is projected?
 
It opens to a village
of huts and paths and people
 
The huts are stone with thatched roof tops
but more is known then what is built.
 
Many are around
they all know me
they greet me as I walk
They wish for me to speak to them
dogs follow with me, guardians from olden days
 
There are folks who know the secrets of this place
and many also here who don’t.
 
I walk to the eastern side.
Into the woods I go
towards the forgotten path
along the tiny stream.
 
There is something about the trees on the forgotten path
they stand a certain way
to tell you of the power of this place
to remind you of where you go
 
once deep into the forest
setting aside branches that cover
we come to the hidden lake
at the end of the forgotten path.
 
The lake is small with a circled beach
the north side has a tall rock hill
waterfalls flow from the top
into the lake.
 
Some are there
disrobed and naked in the sunlight
standing on the edge
and splashing water upon themselves
 
The water heals and cleanses the soul
The water washes away every ill of the body
The water glistens as an aura on our emotional bodies
People come here to be clean
 
Some enter fully into the water
and float under the waterfall
some are splashing and washing others as well
 
There are saints standing along the edge
praying and blessing the water
The sun shines down in glorious beams of light
everything is illuminated
yet calm, safe, serene and comforting.
 
I step a foot into the lake
and watch as the a ripple of energy shoots out from my foot
gliding over the face of the water
 
I wish to wash
I see the many faces of my wife
as many women calling to me
yet all are one in the same
they are drinking the waters
saying “come be blessed in the waters of Life”
“Join me” “Feel the peace”
 
Instead I speak out
“fear not anything of where I go,
for I know the way to the hidden Lake
of Living Waters”
I say more.
“But now I must return to the village,
and speak to the people who have not known
the forgotten path that leads to the hidden lake”
I continue.
“You will know of this success
when you see them here
and they enter the water to be clean.”
 
The saints then turn and say a prayer for the safety of my journey.
They command the dogs to follow me always
to bark and bite any enemy.
 
Then one face of my wife steps out of the waters
She presents herself to me clean and free
she speaks.
“I will return with you, this small portion of me,
that you shall not be alone without companion”
 
I see her arms stretched out to embrace in a hug.
 
Thus concludes the vision and the memory
another that haunts me day and night for decades.
 
And there is so much more
about the power and grace of the lake
about the secrets and workings of the village
about the forgotten path
and the waterfall
and the trees
and the light
and the energy in the water… life.
Even about the little stream that feeds a little to the village.
 
It is as I am… between the two
still walking the forgotten path
 
How do I explain the unexplainable?
 
Ryan o0o