Sharing the Visions

 The awakening call arrived. 

Waking up from the slumber of centuries, 

I could not comprehend the things I was missing out. 

Where was I ? 

Why was I here? 

The questions faded out, as they echoed across the universe. 

My breath was caught between a scream and an indefinite urge to cry.

 The result was to combine both and scream as my tears streamed like rivers from my hands. 

I was the proverbial river that was ready to meet the ocean.

I never felt so alone, and so full of myself. 

I saw myself was a universe all encaspulated in this body of 177 cm. 

It was unfair. 

My emotions were out of control spiraling towards a deadly dance full of blood and destruction. This monetary system that asked for the blood of innocents disgusted me deeply. I wept for my immaturity and the unwillingness to see the obvious. 

At the same time I was reaching out, embracing things that my imagination made. 

Ready to love. 

Images of a future that did not exist yet, images that were so dear to me, images that rose mountains inside me, that made communities based on respect and mutual understanding, with ideas such as preservation prominent in the hearts and minds of the people. 

It was I, only I all the people I saw. 

It was so overwhelming. I hated and loved everyone at the same time. I hated and loved myself. Having the power to destroy or to love. To dispise or to forgive. 

Such a responsibility. Since that lesson arrived I was more careful. I was observing me, outside myself, all those flaws and shortcomings. How could I bear it ?

At first it was devastating, but I realised my power. It was hope, a ray of new light, a promise for better days ahead. Could I bear the burden of hope or unwavered doubt ?

Was I that strong ?

Suddenly something shifted inside me. 

My free will. 

My strength and the lessons of the past. 

It was I who could fix it. 

The responsibility, 

overwhelming and exciting. 

Then I heard it. It was the answer that came from my body, where the entire universe laid dormant.

It was my heart, bitting stronger and steadier than before. Somehow something was aligned inside me. 

Quietly clear vision started to restore itself. It was my cry. The release of excesses, the assumption of my duty towards Creation. 

That was only when I realised and my feet had led my to the bottom of a mountain that its peak was lost in the clouds.

'Fear not , said my heart, where your fear is, that is the place that your task lies.' 

I understood the I belonged to this urge to go beyond. My true origin called me back to the 'dojo' of my spiritual practice. 

'Quietly yours is the final destination. 

It will wait for you until the final breath of the universe, 

daughter of Sirius. 

Always have the star with the 16 rays in mind. 

It will not lead you astray.'