Chapter 25 Rosalyn

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Something warm and wet was tickling Asante's toes. She noticed its touch was rhythmic, that it followed the pace of her slow breath. She opened her eyes. At first, she could not make out what she was looking at. It felt like the sky but the colors were hues of magenta, swirling with lavender and gold. She sat up to find herself sitting on a beach just as the tide met the sand. In front of her, the sun was on the horizon, but it was too large and bright to be real. It took up the majority if her peripheral view. It was too close.

Where am I? She thought. She looked down at her hands and her skin, though still olive-brown, it was translucent with a million little diamonds that sparkled like stars in the reflection of the sun. Yet the sight of her altered state didn't frighten her. Instead, a calm came over her and she knew true peace for the first time in her life. Am I dead?

The last thing she remembered was the silver-haired woman and Stella in the tsunami. She stood up and looked behind her. There were trees that looked like a dense jungle at the edge of the beach. Asante decided that she wasn't going in there, so she sat back down and decided to wait. She didn't know for what, but she also didn't know what else to do. As she looked directly into the sun the warmth of it embodied her and she closed her eyes. When she opened them a moment later the sun, though still on the horizon, seemed to be eclipsed by the moon. And the sky was now dark and filled with the stars that mirrored the diamonds under her skin. Asante began to cry not because she was scared, but because she was free.

As she wiped her eyes she could see something moving in the light of the moon. The movement took form and walked toward her out of the eclipsed sun; it was a woman. As she moved closer, Asante could see that she was dressed in a white and purple sheer gown that glowed like a thousand stars and bellowed in the wind. The water beneath her feet shone with a beautiful iridescent light. When the woman reached her, Asante lowered her head in reverence from the power emanating from this being. The woman then bent down and took Asante's hand in her own, which she noticed was made of the same olive-brown, translucent, and starry skin. Asante rose to look the woman in the eyes and realized it was her mother.

Stella embraced her daughter. A love without loss or pain of any kind entered, then engulfed every molecule of Asante's body. She became a part of the light as she leaned back to look at her mother's smiling face again. But as she did her mother's face changed into another woman that Asante didn't know but still was familiar, then another, and another, until a myriad of a hundred faces flashed in a moment, until the countenance of the woman holding her was that of the silver-haired woman from the tsunami. Asante reached out and held one of her long braids in her hand. Asante looked into her eyes deeply and exhaled her name, "Rosalyn."

The woman smiled and said, "Asante, the timeless."

Asante took in her familiar voice and said, "I know you, but how?"

"You've always known me and all of your ancestors. You have just been experiencing the constructs of the dimension you were in, as do all men when they take form."

Somehow this wasn't confusing for Asante and she accepted it with perfect understanding.

"So have I died, is that why I'm here with you now?" asked Asante.

"No my dear child, but you have begun to use the part of yourself that transcends the realm where your form exists. Thus, the universe must reflect this shift and has created this space from which the culmination of the formless and form can coexist in the same plane." Rosalyn explained.

"So this is not a dream, but a real place!"

Asante exclaimed looking around at all the beauty which surrounded them.

"Yes."

"So where is everyone?" Asante asked earnestly.

"In the world in which you left, it still exists, still trapped by form and time," said Rosalyn.

"So we are in a new age? But how if The Sephiren still has the world trapped in its guise? How can this place and that place exist at the same time, doesn't the old have to end for the new to begin?"

Rosalyn smiled at Asante and said, "No, those are concepts that only exist in time. The Sephiren is not the creator of the guise over man. It only facilitated it forward during the progression of form until this moment. Form needed time to evolve, to experience its self as such. The formless part of man has been dormant or largely hidden from his visage, but your life illustrates the reunification of form and formless as one."

"But The Sephiren, The Wave, and the rest of humanity doesn't understand that. They are still entrenched with time and are tied to the constructs The Sephiren have created that give meaning to their existence. And the members of The Wave are aiming to set man free from those constructs, not able to see their purpose."

"Well, that's why you were created. It's all a part of your covenant in entering into form, the shift has begun, you have experienced it there and have created it here, there is no difference in these realities other than in the minds and hearts of men. You will be the light that directs them to these shores." Rosalyn gave reassuringly.

"I still don't understand how? I still don't see clearly the choice I made that has had me arrive here?"

"Do you remember when you first opened the bridge so that the formless could take form? We had been leaving you hints through your attention with clues that point to the infinite, like repeating numbers on clocks or destinations."

"Yes! I had been waking at 5:55 for weeks just before my alarm was to go off." Asante whispered recalling the memory.

"And what did you allow yourself to be completely motivated by the morning of the surgery?"

Asante thought of Seager's family and his daughter's eyes that touched her so deeply.

"Love." She responded.

Rosalyn smiled immensely as it all began to click in Asante's understanding.

"So, The Now is the bridge and love is the vessel that brought the power of the formless into form." Asante surmised as the understanding flowed through her.

"Exactly my child. But know that you are the first, but you are not unique in this ability. Each person in form has the ability. It's how this place will expand into the new paradise for all to exist harmoniously."

"Now open your eyes and make it so," Rosalyn said warmly.

"But how do I get them to see?" Asante asked, still at a loss as to her next move.

"My child, that is a part of your covenant, I have no idea, but we will be ready as you need us, trust yourself and the rest will follow," Rosalyn said as she hugged Asante once more, then turned and walked back on top of the water into the setting eclipsed sun. Asante opened her eyes.

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