I had to pass through an area containing a person around whom I felt very, very uncomfortable. I’d been thinking that I needed some kind of extra-special conscious entry or forcefield to help me, so while walking there, it occurred to me to ask Big Sister for advice. (I always have the best conversations with my sisters while walking!) Little Sister was there as well, so it went like THIS:
Me: Can you give me any advice on this special forcefield thing?
Big Sister: *shines with golden divine light*
Me: That’s your answer to everything!
Big Sister: *shines*
Me: Wait, that means it’ll be MY answer to everything in a year too. That means I’ll be able to shine! Could you start teaching me to shine now?
Big Sister: Of course! First you have to find the star in your heart.
(I put my hand on my heart and the others did likewise. Little Sister started singing ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’, which was the only song I would sing when I was four. Big Sister and I joined in, and I visualised a bright star in my chest while I was singing.)
Big Sister: Found it?
Me & Little Sister: Yes!
Big Sister: Right, now you say all the qualities that your star is made of.
Little Sister: Love!
Little Sister: Happiness!
Little Sister: Wonderfulness!
Little Sister: Sparkles!
Little Sister: Play!
Big Sister: That’s lovely. Are you done?
Little Sister: Loveliness!
Little Sister: Birthdays!
Little Sister: Bunny rabbits! Pussy willow!
Big Sister: (chuckles) Is your star shining nice and bright now?
Little Sister: YES!
Big Sister: Great. Now take a big breath in, and let your star grow a little bit bigger. Every time you breathe in, let your star get bigger. Bigger than your body… out to the tips of your fingers… down to the tips of your toes… up to the top of your head.
(We all did this until we were walking along inside three balls of brilliant light. When the light reached the top of my head, I was startled to find that a tall crown of golden-white fire flared up from my head into the sky.)
Little Sister: I’ve got a crown!
Me: Me too!
Big Sister: Yes. (smiles) Now we just need to keep our stars big and bright. Let’s sing our star song again.
(So we all sang ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ again, in a blaze of light.)
Little Sister: Now what do we do?
Big Sister: Let’s do some more qualities.
Little Sister: Bunny rabbits! Pillow fights! A good sneeze! Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens!
Big Sister: Fine, fine, we can sing that if you want to!
So we sang ‘My Favourite Things’. Then we did qualities again, except this time we were shouting out all our favourite things as well. Dogs! Cherry blossom! The sky! God! Ice cream! Crying because you’re happy!
We got into the area in question, and the person in question was there, and it was fine. We kept doing qualities while I sorted myself out, and it changed again, from favourite things to everything that came into our heads, because everything that came into our heads was mysteriously part of the wonderfulness. Hockey sticks! Mirrors! Being warm! Tweezers! Shouting things out!
Then we got through that area to the door and this happened:
Little Sister: (patting the door) Hello door!
Big Sister: Hi door!
Me: Hiii door!
Little Sister: We love you!
(I should add that this kind of enthusiastic door-love is a totally normal part of conscious entry with my sisters, but it’s the first time they’ve done it with an actual door. And then we went in.)
Big Sister: Now you don’t just forget about your star. You let it get smaller. Do a nice big sigh and let it get a little bit smaller. Then another, and another, until it fits inside your heart again. Ah-h-h-h!
Me & Little Sister: Ahhhh!
(We did this and it felt as if the star-energy wasn’t dissipating, it was just relaxing down to a sort of seed state inside us.)
Little Sister: Big hugs!!
(And then we all had a group hug.)