For weeks, the line to my guides had gone quiet. Today, in the stillness of an afternoon nap, it opened again and Anubis was the one standing on the other side.
A Practice Returning to Silence
It had been a while since I lost direct contact with my guides. In recent mornings I had returned to my practice, breath work and meditation, hoping to reopen the line, but each session closed in silence.
Today began the same way. I woke, moved through box breathing, sat in meditation, and again, nothing came through. By the afternoon I was tired, and rather than push further, I decided to rest. I lay down for a nap and used the stillness to attempt an astral projection.
Ascending Through Focus
I began the way I always do, moving slowly through the body, part by part, breathing into each one and then letting it settle into stillness. Once the body was fully at rest, I stepped into what feels like an elevator of the realm and began to ascend.
I counted the way I was taught, in the tradition of Monroe: one to ten, reaching Focus 10, then continuing further, to twelve, and then to fifteen. From there I entered what can only be described as a tube, a passage like a wormhole, its walls swirling with color, closer to the Orion Nebula than anything of this earth. It felt like the connective tissue between one dimension and the next.
I was not in my body during any of this. I was smaller, something like a bubble, or a cloud of light, the presence of a child, three or four years old, drifting through the passage.
Anubis, Waiting
When I reached the end of the tube, Anubis was already there, waiting. He was tall and lean, his body human in form, his head that of a dog. The moment I saw him, I knew exactly who he was there was no shock in it, no need for introduction. He felt familiar, the way a person you've long known feels familiar.
He caught me by the scruff of the neck. It wasn't rough, and it wasn't a threat, it was the same motion a parent makes when they scoop a wandering child up from a playground and say, without needing to raise their voice, "here you are." I tried to speak, to ask where he was taking me, but no answer came. He simply held me, and moved forward.
Not every guide arrives with an explanation. Some simply arrive and carry you home.