Balanced Feminine

They sit, perhaps a dozen, in a circle a few paces in diameter around a fire. They are observing, they make contact.

Word reaches the people. They are skilled in bridging realms, for what purpose... it becomes clear. It is prudent to listen. There have been legends foretelling this time. Prophecy fulfilling. We've decided. We can clearly see the threads that hold dimensions of the Web of Life. Yet, this information, we now discover as dreams becoming facts. I can plainly see it. Occasionally it comes as waking vision and looks with large gentle eyes of overlapping dreams or another deja-vu, and then resumes normal vision.

I wonder if they know. Probably. And they certainly have a beautiful intent. Anyone can feel their pride. However, I reason, can they feel mine? Otherwise what is the purpose of connection?

I am an observant woman, and basically a reverant one. I love to laugh. I am a traditional ceremonialist and adept at choreographing energy, and I live my life teaching the ways of earth and evolution that have blessed my life. I care. I know my value, and I respect life. And I have the ability to open the thoughts of possibility.

In another life and another time, I was a seer, a charter of time, a choreographer of ritual. Among the lives, there have been many names, esteemed, adored are all our times. We are agile time travelers. We are always happy to share the results of eternity. In return, we are the benefits of connection, our sense of humanity, and earth wisdom, asked for.

Just now, celebrate sacred initiation. We have the curing of soul sickness pretty well solved. But what of the coming together? The energy lays quiet for a few moments, while we adjust ourselves. We might loose ourselves. But can we loose what is eternal? Still humans wonder. I have no doubt that a life continues, expands and remembers. I have remembered the moment the lightning struck me. I have seen the light enter my head. Should doubt and fear exist in life? Perhaps this is what brought us together.

And then there are the others - the ones around the fire. They rattle. There is a slightly different sound too, a ringing sort of sound that is unfamiliar to many. It must have something to do with the shifting energies on the land. This is the first opportunity to study time. The dimensions of space crest, like waves of water coming together, white light peaks. It is a shiny, and similiar experiend - shiny and similiar.

And we carry the truth. It looks very much like life. Apparent and with greater ease, we study it, being in the moment where we experience, I am sure of it. It's closer to us than a blink, and we move a little to study it's intent and it's purpose. The transition smooths I note, and catches the rays of awakening with brilliant glint. Suddenly we realize a startling fact. The energy from which evolution is made greatly resembles that of our truth.

Now even the circle, I reason, will begin. So it follows that the shining is contrived to be enveloped, for evolution. The same energy must be used for dreaming. For that manner, it is needed in every thing. What next, I let my mind leap into wild memory, it is all happening, from the Circle of Twelve. that's the way it is, the shining moment made to be experienced, and there are threads holding us true. We evolve again, determining truth along the way. I think I see others seeing threads. I'm right, they begin shining, but like seeing it all, alive and a life. I see it. There is courage.

I look again. I am certain. The crest... the medicine. I see far beyond now. I can't quite see all. It appears to grow as I watch. Of course, this is how it is. I am shifting around in an effort to see if the lightning has imprinted me. I am becoming. I move forward and see more clearly.

Right now an event takes place that sends such thoughts out to the directions from my mind as I myself settle into the dream. For the Council gives a long tone, stands, and moves into the fire.