"It is time.
" "Step into yourself.
" The gentle voice, not of my own, but spoken through telepathy to my minds-eye by another, said.
And as I stand outside of my body, an observer to a great wondrous event, I see myself laid out, resting peacefully upon a platform within the dimly lit, grey, domed room.
And as I look upon the scene, an opaque and transparent apparition of my own self appears from the air above, lain out like the body below, and is lowly and silently is lowered into the waiting vessel.
The Soul and the body become One - fitting together in absolute perfection.
Then I wake from the dream and I feel alive, filled with newborn vigor and wonder - unsure of whether I have just witnessed events of the past, when first I chose this human form, or whether my Higher Self, Guides and Over Souls have given me rebirth of Spirit in the current Age, so that I might realize it is time to start 'Living My Truth'.
To look upon me you would think secretly within your own heart, I appear as any human being might.
I am old.
I am worn.
I wear flesh that wrinkles and ages.
My teeth and hair do the same.
My blood is of the same compound and material as any human being.
Indeed I AM human...
in this Age, as I have been I several others, (much to my delight), but my soul is 'something' else, from somewhere else (as most of us are), and it's taken much gentle love, from many adored and blessed Souls too numerous to mention in this small space, and roughly half my earth-life to awaken, relearn and re-discover that fact, and to 'come into being'.
I often marvel at the 'plays' of life on this planet, in this pitiful third dimensional density.
Seldom is there an 'easy' way to endure the throw of it, save the few select and privileged individuals, who sit on thrones of wealth and power, at the expense of conscious life upon our precious Gaia.
As I reflect upon my years of childhood, the magic within me never dimmed, nor did the hunger to understand it.
Yet the path was never easy and was often wrought with sorrow.
Not that I cry for pity at all, no, not at all, because pity has no value what-so-ever, in any dimension, realm or Age.
Compassion is a tool seldom used, and compassion is more suited to the beginning of Divine understanding, also known as Enlightenment, and is always more welcomed by any Soul.
The darkened memories of domestic violence, death, child abuse, alcohol abuse, sexual abuse and poverty - the tale sounds too dreadful and too woeful, and yet the life contained within that tale, is ever as real as the life you might live today or the dream you might have dreamt last eve.
We all have our burden, our skeletons behind closed doors.
Many of us carry similar sorrows, some far worse comparatively.
We all have crosses to bear, and yet in these very sorrows are the life lessons that mold us and shape us, (for good or for evil if such things existed, and they don't), creating beings of such Divine magnificence, that nothing can stand in our wake.
Yet daily we struggle to find meaning in this life, purpose for our existence and our struggle and all the while the power and the knowledge lies within, and those 'beings' and 'entities' behind the Veil and indeed beyond this dimension (and our human capacity to understand), have this knowing and understanding, and are ever our guides and our steadfast help in our greatest moments of need if only we ask- for we are never alone as we walk this path as mortal men and woman of humanity.