🕯️ Three Houses and Two Crosses

 

The Mystical Journey I Had Between Ages 15 and 18

I can’t recall exactly whether I was 15, 16, or 17. I only know that something deep touched my soul that night while I slept. I dreamt that I was in a town I had never seen before. I didn’t recognize its streets or corners, but I felt that someone was following me.

I ran without stopping, as if my soul already knew it had to escape. The path stretched out in front of me, and the landscape began to shift. I left the urban area behind, and the city faded in the distance. When I reached what seemed like the edge of the world, a cliff opened before me, and beyond it... only nature: no buildings, no houses.

In a natural impulse, I opened my arms wide and began to levitate. I wasn’t flying with wings, but with spirit. My body floated while the earth remained below me, along with the tireless pursuer who could no longer reach me. I soared through rural skies, gliding over endless fields, until I reached a sacred river cascading down from a jungle-covered mountain.

I let the water carry me, as if I already knew I had to flow, not resist. Upon surfacing, I found a raft waiting for me without question. I climbed onto it, and the current took me on a new journey—one of mystery.

From the river, to my left, I saw three small houses floating in the middle of nowhere. Each had four doors: one in front, one behind, and one on each side. The doors were open, and from the raft I could see inside each one.

In the first house, I saw a figure dressed in red. I didn’t need anyone to tell me, but an inner voice whispered:
“That is Eleguá,” the guardian of roads, the opener and closer of destinies.

The raft kept moving. In the second house stood another figure, this time dressed in yellow. I also heard their name, although I forgot it upon waking. In my heart, I felt it was a luminous deity, perhaps Oshun or a feminine solar force.

As I arrived at the third house, I saw a being dressed in white. The raft stopped. I stepped off, approached him, and knelt in reverence. There were no words. Only presence. Only sacred silence.

And in that moment, the dream faded... but not entirely.

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🌑 The Threshold of Eternal Decisions

That same night, another dream connected to the previous one. I now found myself in a desolate zone, no trees, no buildings, no clear sky. In front of me were two massive crosses. They weren’t nailed into the ground, but stood upright like gateways.

One was made of white bones. The other seemed to be constructed from some solid material and painted white. Both were portals you could enter... but never return from.

I stood there, just watching them. I didn’t dare choose. Something—perhaps a spiritual force or a protective part of my soul—stopped me. And then I woke up.

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✨ Final Reflection

This dream was burned into my memory like a seal. In that river, I felt the Orishas speaking to me. In the levitation, I understood that the soul can escape fear. And before those crosses, I learned that some decisions must never be made without full awareness.

I don’t know if it was a spiritual test, a warning, or a ceremonial initiation in the world of dreams. But ever since, a part of me has known:
There are invisible paths that only the soul remembers.

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