“Anyway, the way in which we of the Tylwyth Teg pass from earthly to the higher planes of existence is usually the same for all. At the moment of earthly death, your enaid or ‘soul’ is in a heightened state of awareness and vibration. This is where you can see and experience, without suffering pain any longer, what is happening around you. You usually ‘see’ much the same as you did before dying. Except that when you look upon those who are left behind, they are usually in a state of grief, if they are close to you. They of course cannot see the real ‘you’ at all. Some may feel you close by and be comforted, but usually the emotion of grief is too deep for them to sense your presence during this period. You then have to stay near your dead, earthly ‘clay-body’, for not less than three days and nights, to properly ‘formulate’ your higher enaid or spirit. Only then may you pass, as we did, down the Red Tunnel to the Golden-White Mist. After passing through the Mist and by acknowledging that there is more to come after death, you pass into the Garden to meet those already there, like your father.” Pelydryn seemed to suddenly remember himself, becoming brusquely businesslike.
“But we will speak more of this later. For now, it is time to return you to your tower. Sleep well, Nomis, your task begins in earnest tomorrow!”
Suddenly, there was a violet nimbus surrounding Pelydryn and, as he began to fade with it, he said, “I will return shortly to be with you as your new tutor. Keep the little ‘Preseli-Bluestone’ as a token of our new friendship … Farewell for now…” His voice faded away and he was gone.
Nomis awoke with a start in the crack he had been sitting in before Pelydryn’s arrival. It had all seemed so real … Was it real or could it have been a dream? … Had he fallen asleep?
Nomis felt cold with the dampness of the moonlit night all around him. As he stretched his aching limbs, he felt something in his hand. In the palm of his left hand was a small blue-violet stone that was luminous and shining with a light all of its own. He realised then, that what he had experienced must have been real … in every detail!