I partook in what I can only call one of the "lost Sacraments", and had the most...I do not even know how to describe it, other than to call it an encounter with the Angelic Host.

I took a rather strong edible (chocolate infused with the sacred mushroom) on August 8, 2018. It was in the sign of Leo, strangely enough. This will be important to remember later.

Within an hour of taking the Sacrament I felt what I can only describe as my body feeling as if it was changing. If I'd been blindfolded I'd have sworn I would have told you, I was a lion-headed, eagle-winged guardian of the gates of Eden. I felt a tail, like that of a lion, about two to three feet long, swinging behind me. I felt a strange sensation, as if I had the lower body of an eagle, and opening my eyes and listening to the sound of my own steps--sans the fearsome claws of a bird of prey clicking on the hard floor--or seeing my face--without the golden eyes and slit pupils, the dappled sandy fur, the alert ears of a majestic lioness--or realising that there were no multiple pairs of mighty golden-tipped white-feathered wings with a ten foot wingspan extended from my shoulderblades--it was quite disorienting.

But wait! There's more...

Until I went to bed I kept feeling a continual sense of shifting back and forth, between the leonine/avian/human form and another that I've felt, without any of the Hidden Sacraments, since childhood, that of a human/serpent or human/dolphin form. (Yes, I have had past lives as what I can only call a mermaid, and I will always feel a deep spiritual link to and love for the realm of the Merfolk, those from Sirius.) 

I caught a glimpse of a being, perhaps two feet tall, made of leaves--at first I thought was a praying mantis, and my husband said was one of the Mantid extraterrestrials. But I'd seen these before, and they seem to be made of plants. They shift with the seasons, but that is another experience for another time.

I did not fully fall asleep. But in a hypnagogic state I saw those lion and cheetah and leopard headed beings, all lit up from within by golden-white light, almost as if each individual strand of fur was a filament of light, with enormous multiple pairs of golden tipped white wings, and eyes like fire. They ushered me down a hallway into a room in the firmament, where a giant sea turtle swam, or flew, overhead. I felt at total peace in this place. 

I have no other words except that I know that I was in the presence of the Host. You can call them Lyrans, or Angels, but whatever you call them it was as close to Heaven as one can get. I think this is the fruit of the Tree of Life. And now I consider myself Christian, in a sense; not the fundamentalist sort, nor the dogmatic sort, but I do ponder the Scriptures and wonder, could Christ have partaken in this holy hidden Sacrament? For He must have. The Kingdom is within us all, and we only have to take one bite to know eternal life. Love your Creator--and most of all let us love one another. Shalom. Peace.