You might think that they are not so significant, the ants. You can hardly see them, after all.
It is easy to shiver and tear up when seeing a majestic lion, an ancient giant mousse or an angelic giraffe. But an ant?
Let me tell you about a special friend of mine. Ariel the Ant started showing up in my dreams. All alone at first, he would simply make me curious in my dreams and have me follow him into his ant hill. (Sure, you can adjust your shape and size in your dreams.) There he would show me all kinds of stuff. Like how the pyramidical shape of an ant hill is mirrored under the ground and has one lowest point, the “tip”, where the guardian lives. And how their home was actually lit up from within, with light that seemed to emanate from themselves somehow. Like glow-in-the-dark-ants.
I could talk to him somehow and no one seemed surprised I was there. You could hear music in their pyramid and their home was some kind of connecting point in the woods. They would be hanging out and partying but now and then they had to head out and see to things in the woods. Clean up stuff, change the acidity in the ground somewhere for the moss.
One night we were sitting in one of the chambers when Ariel suddenly got really quiet.
“I need you to understand one thing about us,” he told me. “Have you understood that we are actually one being?”
I looked at him and laughed out loud. His friends, siblings and neighbours were coming and going, as always. Always moving, always busy.
“You might not be able to see it yet but we are actually one being.”
I didn’t know what to say because I figured he’d gone crazy, so I just nodded and then hurried back to my normal life, leaving my dreamtime friend.
One being. Did I not see thousands of ants move around building things and foraging for food?
I woke up in my bed and wondered what Ariel was talking about.
Months passed by and then turned into years. Hardships and age made me softer and more open to the unseen. One night, I found myself back with Ariel in the pyramid. Or rather, back in his home but he was not there, so I went looking for him. I scurried through endless rooms and dwindling aisles, up to the highest point and room by room looking for my friend until exhaustion got the better of me. I had to stop and rest.
As I relaxed, it seemed as if I could move sideways and up and down in a floating way and before I knew it I was feeling through and floating through walls and stairs and basement chambers. I was somehow shifting focus to feel and be the entire ant hill. I could feel every life, every consciousness but also the building itself. I felt it, I could even taste it. I could feel the ants outside of the ant hill, still one with the whole, just out working and foraging. There was a pulse, a silence, a presence.
One. It was me too, I was it and it was me.
So why would I look for Ariel, we weren’t just connected, we were somehow the same. The second I realized this, Ariel was right in front of me.
He could have said “I told you so” and “what took you so long”, but he just came close so we could enjoy the physical presence of each other too.
And that my friends, is the story of Ariel. A story of unseen allies and underground wonders.
I strongly recommend that you ask your own allies to make themselves known to you and tell you what you need to know.