What is it to fly and how many ways are there to do it?
How do you fly?
Where do you go?
What happens there?

For me, flying is discovering that I am ALIVE. To fly through the heart, through the mind's eye, into a place populated by others like me.  There are also many strange and moving "objects" there which twinkle and turn as if to show off their beauty, their strangeness.  Landscapes appear.  Things happen.

For me, flying is to discover that I am in relationship, that the energy bodies are mingling, changing, becoming.  I am with another in ecstatic embrace of emotion, and all that is required of me is that I stand inside the circle of my own wonder and experience the many expressions of love that exist.

I can fly into any storm, into convulsive laughter, into the depths of my despair, into profound awe, into exquisite restless bliss...because I am HUMAN.

A human can fly in so many ways to so many places.

Reach out. Let go. Anything can happen.

from love's eye, blink

*get out wing clippers*

Flying to me:
To rise in or be carried through the air by the wind.

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*get out wing slippers*

Flying to me:
To rise in or be carried through space(s) by my will.

I just finished a session with a woman who seemed to spend most her time between lives flying - only went int o the Light once - otherwise was either flying or sitting haunting some place - in one life she was stillborn and went flying off through the hospitall hallway - in another life she was a hawk - later she was a Native American when she died she went flying again.

Her description of her body as she "flew" or "floated" was that she was made of wind. She had no local place, but was kind spread out everywhere at once.

dave