Soul Song, painting by Rassouli
When I awake I am in a world of dreamscapes, Debussy's "Afternoon of the Faun", and weaving planets and stars around me, like this painting by Rassouli.
I am both here and not here, and at night I lie grounded into the heart of my great mother The Earth feeling her slowing heartbeat as she re-assures me that this time, the time of our Ascension and of the Great Shift that is soon to come, is a great opportunity of wonder and freedom for all, far away from the cry of the tyrants and the dark ones whose resonance will no longer match hers.
Yesterday, I talked to a young writer and filmmaker who told me about his book of science fiction. He said that there are a lot of young people, ages 18-25, who are gravitating towards this genre now, which allows them the freedom to also travel to other star systems and planets.
"Maybe that's because they ARE from other star systems and planets"I told him, "maybe they are just remembering."
He was silent for awhile.
"Yes, maybe."