I don’t know how to even begin this unusual topic. A few days ago, while chopping wood behind the house in the heat of the day, I guess the sun got to me a bit. I staggered slightly and paused to catch my breath. I usually do physical work during the hottest part of the day—there are no annoying insects, no one else around, but the sun really beats down on me. So, I turned my face toward the sun, closed my eyes, and for a moment, I got lost. I fell into some kind of sun-induced catatonia, something that happens to me occasionally. Suddenly, I noticed a striking man stepping out of the sun, standing before me, and saying: "I am White George. I have come to tell you something. People will burn from the sun, and only those whose souls carry damp ropes will not burn." Just as I began to process these words, my body lost balance again, and the vision disappeared.
How do souls carry damp ropes? The answer to my question came quite quickly, just a few days later. Earlier today, walking back home from the store, climbing the narrow, deserted path leading to my secluded house on the hill, streams of sweat were running from my head down into my eyes, stinging me. I squinted and wiped my face, thinking how the first thing I’d do when I got home was drink some water. At one point, I felt something lightly pressing and cooling the top of my head, as if someone had placed a small bottle of cold water on it. I stopped, trying to become more aware of this sensation, and then I remembered that I had experienced this phenomenon a few times before. I closed my eyes and, in my imagination, saw a marvelous pale yellowish oval ray extending from the top of my head, like a tube, about a couple of centimeters in diameter, streaked with bluish-green ellipses and dots, disappearing toward the sun itself. The ray had a cooling effect, and it felt like all the water dripping down my head came from its melting on my overheated scalp. The feeling grew stronger each time I inhaled, focusing on the crown of my head, as if I were breathing through the top of my head, and then I directed the mental flow of my exhale through the point of chi toward the ground.
I can’t tell how long that moment lasted when I felt the hand of a man who was coming down the same path from the hill, rest on my shoulder:
- Hey, are you alright!?
He shook me, probably thinking I was suffering from heatstroke or, heaven forbid, a heart attack. Coming back to my senses, I mumbled that I was fine, squinting through the beads of sweat that had covered my face. In that fleeting moment, I clearly saw, without any doubt, a similar ray-like tube above his head, also leading toward the sun. I thanked him for his concern and continued on my way. Along the way, I met a dog, a regular in the neighborhood, crossing the road in search of better shade. From the top of its head, a similar ray extended, but slightly thinner and more greenish. I stopped and experienced a sort of epiphany, seeing countless tiny fibers and some larger ones flowing from every living being toward the sun, or perhaps the other way around. It was as if all these rays from the top of each being were merging into one life-stream connecting the earth and the sun.
So, that’s the "damp rope" that White George mentioned in my earlier vision. I had noticed this magical phenomenon before but never so intensely and clearly. After those initial visions, I unsuccessfully tried to recreate it in my imagination to summon the real feeling of the ray’s presence. After a while, I gave up, only for it to return to me manifold today. The coolness with which this rope envelops, since its appearance evokes sensations and associations of a watery nature, is very real in its unreality. Through this ray-like, aquatic imaginary tube, we can somehow "drink" the sun’s "moisture" and thus replenish our energetic, but also physical, body. It’s also interesting that, although every living being has a similar "tube," some of these tubes differ in color and the amount of radiation. This opens up a whole new field of exploration and a new way of experiencing the world. I am grateful to nature, the sun, the earth, White George, everyone, the universe, and most of all, to God for the greatest gift to humans, which is imagination.
