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Spirit of Evolution
We were silent... between two worlds. I thought... perhaps a sign, one thing seen before the Spirits. There is hope.
Opened again, I thought perhaps to face the soul. "You are strong. The strongest of..." Tears began to run. "Love." Voice ended with a soft sound.
Lifted on the gentle breeze and dissipated throughout lush, green land around. I had the sensation of something pulling me, a promise, a great force from the dream. I was suddenly under water struggling, I can't swim. Seals stared as seaweed danced.
I sighed a breath, perhaps to die, only to discover that while in this space there was no need for air.
I had no words, nothing was said. Seaweed was pressed to my heart and lungs and up to my throat.
The seals had begun to talk to me, at first their voices were only a babble of sounds.
What was it about the seaweed? Then it became clear. The seaweed would heal, all could be well. The seals had said this. This miracle belonged to those who would choose transition into the future.
-When women say no more to their children dying in war, it will alleviate the suffering and destruction for all time.-
It's time to dream wide open. We ride on the fast energy, truth blowing on the wind. Ancestors ride bside us, together we laugh, we race the Canyons of Evolution, and the light shines on us, warming our hearts. We call out to the others along the way.
"Come, be free!"
Others follow, and it seems that we fly, and suddenly, we are flying. Now sitting with lifetimes and overlapping, energy around us, and together we fly, arch and circle again. Turn, pull, be again.
Suddenly we stir awake, realizing we are not alone. It's just an evolutional dream.
Opened again, I thought perhaps to face the soul. "You are strong. The strongest of..." Tears began to run. "Love." Voice ended with a soft sound.
Lifted on the gentle breeze and dissipated throughout lush, green land around. I had the sensation of something pulling me, a promise, a great force from the dream. I was suddenly under water struggling, I can't swim. Seals stared as seaweed danced.
I sighed a breath, perhaps to die, only to discover that while in this space there was no need for air.
I had no words, nothing was said. Seaweed was pressed to my heart and lungs and up to my throat.
The seals had begun to talk to me, at first their voices were only a babble of sounds.
What was it about the seaweed? Then it became clear. The seaweed would heal, all could be well. The seals had said this. This miracle belonged to those who would choose transition into the future.
-When women say no more to their children dying in war, it will alleviate the suffering and destruction for all time.-
It's time to dream wide open. We ride on the fast energy, truth blowing on the wind. Ancestors ride bside us, together we laugh, we race the Canyons of Evolution, and the light shines on us, warming our hearts. We call out to the others along the way.
"Come, be free!"
Others follow, and it seems that we fly, and suddenly, we are flying. Now sitting with lifetimes and overlapping, energy around us, and together we fly, arch and circle again. Turn, pull, be again.
Suddenly we stir awake, realizing we are not alone. It's just an evolutional dream.
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