I remember a flickering or awareness that started. Like a turbine engine starting up.
Everything was vivid and bright, glowing.
Then I felt it...the warmth of the white.
I felt myself coming into being like feathers falling into liquid sun. Together yet ,now separate.
I have seen hundreds of lifetimes before me and still I am amazed at each one of them.
Some wonderful yet some are horrible....and in each one I always find myself. My Grace....
Humans are funny beings. When we incarnate as humans we have no idea that we are regarded by our cosmic birther as his children. That we must fall into our grace to find our way home.
In each lifetime we find pieces of ourselves, like keys, to open the doors to get back home and Earth is the final stop.
The gateway to get back home.
.....I was dreaming again.
" You are of the white flame, never forget"....
Was I floating? I was definitely in pain. Bleeding.....the moon is so red, so pretty.
He's here...crying....beautiful brown eyes. My love....
Pale skin like mine....he puts a hand on my head and a shot rang out. A red stain spread across his chest and I screamed.
My Godspark stepped forward....my eyes changed, for a second and I threw out my hand and crushed the man that fired the shot.....darkness consumed me for 100 years.
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Não Ficçãoit wasn't supposed to be this way. but I didn't remember....then it hit me...so hard. what is this place????
