An extraordinary experience unfolded during an ordinary flight from Amsterdam to Porto. What began as physical turbulence turned into an inner spiritual expedition.
Turbulence Into Vision
As the plane shook, I closed my eyes seeking rest but found visions instead. Unsettling images appeared first, then a calm, guardian-like presence. To steady myself, I began humming three meaningful words Serenity, Courage, Destiny and the humming shifted my perception entirely. I found myself transported from the cabin into an expansive underground cavern.
The City of Light
Standing at a crossroads within the cave, two paths presented themselves: one ascending upward, the other descending into a luminous white light. I chose exploration over hesitation, and moved toward the unknown brightness.
The path opened into an extraordinary settlement: a radiant city hidden within the cave's darkness, home to beings composed of pure energy. Communication happened through thought and vibration rather than spoken words. These beings named their home Mentros, the City of Light, and told me physical sustenance held no relevance there, energy and light provided complete nourishment. When they learned my spiritual identity, Altauri, they offered this insight: every soul is already light.
Remembering, Not Learning
When I asked to be taught their way of communicating, they explained the knowledge already lived inside me, that thoughts carried by sound and frequency are the language of light. It was remembrance, not new learning, since every soul already carries this capacity.
Before I returned, one luminous being embraced me, our presences merging for a moment, and offered these words: you can always return here, just think of it, and the path opens. I came back to the plane, still in turbulence, but carrying a newfound stillness inside, and the memory of Mentros.
Light remains perpetually accessible. Even amid fear and chaos, the path back to yourself is always waiting to be remembered.