"Please, come in. Make yourself at home. They should be ready, soon."
I looked for somewhere to sit down, but there was no furniture. Instead, the ceiling was covered in what looked like stretchy white nylon stockings filled with different colored materials. I stood for a moment looking at all of them. It was a strange feeling, like I was supposed to know something but could not remember. One of the "stockings" across the room "called" to me. I know that sounds silly but it is the only word that comes close to describing it but it is woefully inadequate. It had beautiful colors, it was like looking at another world, literally. I reached out to touch it and instantly I was flying through space and time. I jerked back in shock.
The woman laughed softly and touched my shoulder saying "It's okay. I remember how overwhelming it was for me the first time." Through her touch I still had the sensation of flying but it was more subdued. "It will get better."
"What IS this place?" I asked. She smiled and turned away and started walking further into the room. As she walked she held her hands out as if she was greeting each one of the worlds. "Not worlds, connections," came the answer., "this is a connecting place." As we kept walking I realized it wasn't really a room, there were no walls that I could see and even what I had originally thought was a ceiling really wasn't. I stopped and turned back and the door was right there in front of me as if I had not moved at all.
"It's a connection place," she repeated gently as if she was speaking to a small child. She touched me again and this time I felt a flash of light at the connection.
"Pick something you know and love" floated through and instantly I was surrounded by a whirlwind of people, animals, flowers, waterfalls, oceans... It was like seeing everything I had ever seen all at once. I wondered if this was what it was like to die as a butterfly emerged and, unperturbed by everything around it, delicately landed on my hand and looked up at me.
She stepped back and smiled "A butterfly," she said softly. "A butterfly," I repeated as I realized I was once again back in the "room."
"Not room, connection place," she reminded me as she opened the door and we stepped back outside. "Follow the butterfly."
I looked more closely at the butterfly and realized I could still feel the connection. The butterfly flapped its wings and lifted off and moved away. I turned around and everything was gone, the house, the woman, the connections but the direction "follow the butterfly" was still there and so was the butterfly. I moved toward it.