The Dream

I find myself in a most beautiful glade.  Tall trees surround me, with soft green grass speckled with delicate flowers.  It resembles a sway of multicoloured jewels on a carpet of green as they dance in the breeze and glimmer in the light.  

Before me is a large tree stump.  Something silver attracts my attention on it.  I walk towards it.  
It's a large silver ornate hand mirror.  I pick it up but to my astonishment it doesn't reflect my image.  I examine it more closely, front and back.  But its surface does not reflect me or my surroundings.  

I feel the presence of my Angel near me.
'What is it?' I ask.
'A mirror, of sorts.' she replies.
'I don't understand.'
'The mirror does not reflect you or this place.  It is more a portal or viewing mechanism to see through.'
'Where?  What can you view through it?' I ask.
'It's simply a mirror to reflect your soul, your true you, dear one.'
'Oh!' I reply in wonder.
'Clear your mind, allow yourself to connect with your Soul.  The connection may be difficult at first but with time it will become easier.'
I sit by the tree stump, taking the mirror in both hands, I begin to clear all thoughts from my mind.  I close my eyes to concnetrate further.  
Slowly i feel myself become lighter.  I gently open my eyes and stare into the mirror.  The surface begins to ripple and move like waves lapping a delicate shore.  The mirror's surface becomes smoother as the rippling continues at the edges.  From the shimming surface an image begins to appear.