You know those stories that have portal-magic in them, where the characters can open a gateway, pass through it and escape to another world? I love those stories, even the modern ones, because they affirm my sense that other dimensions and worlds do exist.
Not every story boils down to the battles between good and evil, but the best ones do. They’re important to us because they mimic the struggles we have within ourselves and those between us and the world. We are made of cells, but we are also cells of the body of the loving universe and that’s where the portals come in.
Should everything in this world begin to crumble, including the Earth herself, it’s time to open our portals and pass into higher dimensions. How do we open a portal? I only know the way is somewhere deep within the quiet and peace of our centers. We can’t open a gateway with fear or rage, only with loving confidence. Remember in the Fellowship of the Ring when Frodo, the hobbit hero, decides they will continue through the mountain and everyone waits for Gandalf to open the door? No matter what the great wizard does, the door won’t open. (I have wondered if this was because he knew what he must confront inside–a metaphor for us facing our most frightening inner demons.)
It was Frodo who used the word ‘Friend’ and the door opened. Isn’t that interesting—that the answer lay in friendship? I believe that’s because we must learn to make friends with ourselves, sins and mistakes all, and then make peace with those around us. From there the peace spreads and together, we open portals to higher places.