Posted May 01, 2009 at 09:44 (General)
He paused, and placed his hand over his heart. "Gaia, I felt, peace, and though it was only for a short time, I was complete. If she planted the memory within each of them she did well, because no memory was alike. Each was an individual perception, and some included memory and interaction with her parents. She has mainly limited her travels to Africa, Australia, and now she is here, in North America.
I feel certain she can sense me because each time I am close to her, my heart begins the painful awareness of its beating, and just as suddenly stops. If she is my other half she should feel it also? It is almost as she senses danger instead of completion and wholeness. When I touch upon her ending vibrations they are charged with adrenalin, as if she were frightened. I know I am close, but I feel far away enough that she cannot sense me. I have been asking for guidance from the creator. It is difficult to fight the demon of my ego not to blaze a trail directly to her, pick her up and toss her over my shoulder and carry her off."
Gaia took a deep breath as excitement stirred within her. She knew if she had been one of the ancients, she should have recognized the presence of another within close proximity, however, if she wasn't she would not understand the current of energies and vibrations that would awaken within and may have been afraid. Why had she not recognized they were returning? How many may be out there, with special gifts and abilities, alone with no one to guide them. It had been an eternity since that fateful day, and she had waited millenniums for their return, to guide them and protect them. She realized the impact this creation ceremony would have, she would need to utilize the Purification Temple in the presence of the Light Keepers.
"Oh, Warren, do you know what that means? They are returning to us, all of them. What could have led her to Florida?"
"I don't know," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "What brought you here?" He asked as he looked at her with quizzical eyes.
"Spirit has always led me, Warren," she said with a smile, "I have always followed its lead. Maybe that is what has led the both of you here as well.
I will need to go this day to the Purification Temple and summon the Prism. I must see that moment again as it was, so that I may understand why I have not clearly seen their coming home."
She swallowed back the lump that had risen in her throat and softly spoke. "I have not been through the portal of Bimini for ages."
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page three of the book I am pretending to write
Posted April 30, 2009 at 10:54 (General)
Gaia felt the cool dampness of the forest beneath her feet as she walked towards her new home. She had been led to this place by spirit, only a few weeks earlier, yet she still felt restless. She was not looking forward to her life contemplation, she had done all she could in service to the creator and humanity yet she did not feel the contentment within her heart that she once had as keeper of souls. For centuries she had felt as if some important part of her had been ripped away and that possibly in her need to protect she had destroyed the innocent souls. Something within told her they existed and she would unite them because she would feel their death. She couldn't quite understand or even explain how she knew, but she knew. She had decided she would confront the council with this feeling of incompleteness, for it had continued too long. And, she was concerned this would become a barrier in her life of service.
The dawn was beginning to bloom, the fragrance of flowers and sea salt were stirring in the breeze. She inhaled their scent, as she did, there was the scent of another she captured. She stilled her body, demanded her heart quiet its beating as she scanned for his presence.
"Hello Warren, what animal brings you out at this hour?" Gaia raised her brow in question. Warren Foster was renowned for wildlife photography, documentaries, published works and conservation techniques.
Warren leisurely stepped out of the forest hammock as he spoke. "You brought me, I heard the call of the dance, your creation celebration. As with our people, those that are within distance come together to share and honor."
"Warren, I thought you had long ago put aside the ways of our people. I thought you had forsaken us."
"Never have I forsaken our people, but felt alone far too long. So I chose to walk the solitary path until the creator called me home. I was tempted by the demon within, but my honor and my duty held me bound. And as yet, the demon struggles for release and the creator allows me to wander."
He bowed at the waist, his head slightly raised, his eyes keeping contact with hers. "I honor your creation and join your celebration."
Gaia could feel the tears pool within her eyes. More than a century of life celebrations had passed without the companionship of her kind. She bowed in reverence, "I accept your insights and wisdom of my life's path."
She reached out her hand to him and their fingers entwined. "I am exceptionally glad Warren that you are still among us."
"You are still not joined?" Gaia asked quietly as they strode up the steps to her small porch.
They sat on the swing without stopping their conversation.
"I am not. I hold to the teachings of our ancestors that each of us was a soul divided and our other half exists to bring us balance, harmony and completion of purpose. Yet, we became so fragmented when the ego came upon us, I struggle to fight the ego of doubt, that my mate may not exist."
"You know that she must, for the creator has not taken you into his keeping."
"But there is something else, something I do not quite understand.
"What is it Warren," she said as she lightly touched his arm with kind affection.
"There is a woman I am somehow connected to. I was searching for her when I sensed your celebration. I first saw her three years ago. She was in a refugee camp in Ethiopia. I was traveling in a small plane when we went over the area, and I felt my heart beat awaken within me, like a drum within my ears. I ordered the pilot to turn around and land the plane, but when I got back to the camp she was gone. I picked up her scent, and her essence, I asked those around who she was, where I could find her. They said her name was "Ash" and she would be returning. Those in the camp knew her well, they talked of her growing up, her family, I could touch the images of her as a child within their minds.
I had felt such a strong pull towards her, yet these people were adamant they knew her, so I fought with my entire being the need to run after her. So I waited. For three days I waited, yet she did not return. Then the heart ceased beating as suddenly as it had started. It was then I knew she belonged to me."
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Posted April 29, 2009 at 10:27 (General)
Her long dark mane and ceremonial dress clung to her glistening body moist from the heat of the dance, the tempo of her singing heart awakened his. He could feel the life come into his body, as his heart beat in sync to the woman in his vision, hard, powerful with a sense of urgent need. He awoke abruptly, almost painfully as the heart and body he had shut down centuries ago took on life once again. His hearing so acute his heart and blood coursing through his veins shouted in his ears. Perspiration dripped from his pores, creating feelings and sensations that had long been foreign to him.
He had buried himself within the ground to serve as a spiritual guardian, to protect those in death until the creator chose to release him from his earthly life. He had offered himself as gatekeeper, offering protection for those souls who felt themselves "bound" to this world and in fear of the next. He had chosen the sanctity of the earth, instead of continuing the bleak existence of watching humanity be destroyed by themselves and his brethren growing rich in the power of ego and control.
His race had become scattered after the destruction of Mu , Azores, Thera along with sacred others. Instead of seeking unification most sought isolation, the destruction had brought a loss of faith and trust within their race. Balance had been lost. Without balance their race could not exist. Males would not be able to maintain peace within without their anchor, their mate. After too long a time without the union of their counterpart, males become ego personified. Many would choose the surge of power to control others and live as Gods among men, losing sight of all that is pure. As a chosen peacemaker, Shiloh Soloman had gone into the earth until the creator called him home.
But the creator had chosen differently. She was close. She existed. His mate was within his reach. Shiloh bursts from the earth and took his first breath in centuries. He breathed her scent, honeysuckles and wild jasmine, earth and purity. He smiled into the night, lifted his head and hands into the heavens and dropped to his knees, giving thanks to the creator. His smile was still upon him when he took flight in the direction his heart was leading.
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The beginning of a book I am pretending to write
Posted April 28, 2009 at 14:07 (General)
The sound of the music could be heard by no others. Yet, all of nature danced in rhythm to it. She heard it as it called to her as the mighty ocean might roar its way to the shore, as gentle as the breeze carried the bloomed dandelion across the meadow. She heard it. She felt the ground quicken beneath her feet as she felt the heartbeat of the earth. The strength of the moon touched her face as she held up her hands giving thanks to the creator. She felt her veins pulse with the life force, awakened and cleansed once again. She was renewed.
This eve was her birthday, a celebration of her life; she had stepped into the sacred circle as she had done for over a millennium. She watched, as her past had played itself out, the strands of yesteryear weaved the tapestry of her life, offering her wisdom, knowledge and even regrets of what had not yet come.
In her youth the ritual had been shared with her brethren, few chose to be renewed alone without others to share their wisdom of the individual's purpose and learning. It had been important that others share their insights in order to help one become part of the whole and follow their destiny. But, now her race was no longer thriving and the few that were left were scattered among the universe, the beacon connecting her people was growing weaker with each passing year.
This ritual painfully reminded her of choice on that fateful day, the moment she alone scattered the female souls sending them far from harms way. She wanted to believe she had done the right thing, saving their souls from the destruction of one who would use them for evil, but none of her sister-kin those she had vowed to nurture and protect had found their way back.
Her race, her people, the immortals were dying. The males losing honor, the few females aching to hold a child within their arms, but it seemed only males were now being given and the female children that had been born unto them were loved, but had not been blessed with immortality and mothers could not bear to see their loving child wither and die. Nor did the ladies of light wish to risk a male born son's life over to ego and destruction.
Kneeling, she took a long breath and willed her heartbeat and lungs to slow down and return to their natural rhythms. She would sleep come the dawn and allow the memories of what the ritual had reawakened in her and then she would decide if her fate lay in the past or within the future. She would hope that the visions would prove useful instead of painful.
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Today's Rambling
Posted April 19, 2009 at 22:01 (General)
I love life. I love its experiences. I have come to learn that even with its ups and downs, my life is quite remarkable. I have come to understand that even with stress or chaos it can be subsided with my peace of mind. I found that peace comes from nurturing and loving myself. If I take time to listen there is great clarity guiding me from within, and so I have learned to become attuned to my greater good.
My life is real. It is not built upon a false preface of what I would like to be or how I would like the world to see me. It is lived in its truest expressions by being me.