A place between life and death, sleep and wakefulness, a thin veil hangs like a curtain, transparent in the shadows, translucent in light
This is where the spirit walks. All is soundless, There is no breeze in the air, yet a draft can be heard. We are in between time. In between the tic of the clock. In a blink it is gone, so easy it is to miss.
A second within a moment. This is when the voice of the Divine can be heard. This is when the soul-walks.
I taste the forbidden fruit offered before me. The only time it is OK to eat.
With the vibration, my soul is propelled, across a golden ocean, leaving all care behind. I feel my body grow stronger,though I know not where it is, as I left it behind.
Guided toward a star. The star of my birth. It is here I am rejuvenated A healing of the soul. A feeding of the mind. In between thought and thinking, all of life’s stories coming alive. I see Moses with the commandments. I see Isis nursing her babe. I see crossroads and the place of records I am able to read with my mind. All life’s mysteries I behold. All centuries replay before me, my past life or past time? Just on the verge of the answer, I am washed away with the tide.
It seems a lifetime has past, in the place between shadows and light, Left to wonder if I shall return, anxious to see the Greek Gods. Slowly, I am returned. The vibrations pull in my soul. Within the shell of my body. My vehicle here on Earth. Holding on to the lessons of life, gradually, I awake. A new person with an old soul.