Telescope “Memories”
I have a simulatinous multiple existance. Days that were never mine come to me throughout the ordinary walk of life. In one moment, it's early am. I'm putting away piles of laundry in my 1950s wood-trimmed, needs-new-carpet humble home. The next I'm on the side of an evergreen-laden mountain in a new-age cabin with a stage, a string of lights, a handsome stranger with an accoustic guitar, his lady with a microphone, and a tipsy but intimate audience. It's dusk and dreamy. I get the feeling, I know these people well and this mountainous town is home. I'm older here, more myself here. I never left folding my family's clothes. I feel cotton and the hustle of responsibility but I'm also here in this other moment looking at it through some sort of telescope. It's illogically familiar, metaphysically real and I smile carrying it's warmth in my chest.
Later, I'm out with my son at our neighborhood's run-down park in flat middle-America at a picnic table getting feasted on by mosquitos and feeling the weight of having to work tomorrow. But I'm also not. There's a blonde blue-eyed stranger in a 50s diner with a white leather jacket staring at me. He's as equally startled and frozen by my presence as I am by his. He's sitting on the retro table, his legs spread, elbows on his knees, feet on the cushoned red barstool and facing his friends but I can't see them. Only him. He's stopped talking the moment he saw me. I get the impression he's a "bad-boy." Our connection isn't romantic but it's strong. Soul-strong and as caught-off-gaurd by how unrelatable this world is to my interests, identity, age, and way of living, I feel calm. I feel love. I'm still supervising my son and being baked by the praire sun but I smile carrying this alternate-world connection simulatniously in my current being.
And I could tell you a million more. I can't predict when the veil between my multiple existance will happen. Sometimes it's multiple times a day, sometimes it's months apart. All I know is there are without doubt worlds within worlds and I don't fight them or seek them, I let them happen and enjoy both my primary being and all it's alternates. And something else I know? It's not being highly imaginative and I'm not the only one who experiences this. I call on us to feel soft about it, to observe it and live it, to love this life and know it's quite likely more than one.
-Jasmine @bysomegirl
Energy Surrounding: A Poetic Recounting of A Therapeutic Experience
For the first time
I felt my energy surrounding
In a sphere
Outside my body’s boundary
From my arms,
Light like tributaries shone
Branching out
To make the unknown known
Winding ’round the room
Like ivy up a stone wall
I gave it all
And all returned
But light and saturated with the weight of creation
All that was is mine again
And there is even more awaiting the taking
The power is pulsing through my heart’s casing
Limitless
Golden Bay #2
To say I have not sat in some strange part of the world lonely, scared and afraid with tears in my eyes and ask god give me strength to face the crap and then within a flash my mind is filled of the view of the Bay, warm, sunny and green as I had so often viewed it over the many years as a child and young man and wished I was back home, is so unbelievable, it is beyond belief for anyone to imagine. Those thoughts and dreams have given me strength to go on when all has seemed to be lost. Then gritted my teeth and gone on and persevered with the pains of loneliness and fear.
Let's see how good my memory is after all these years, remember it is now some twenty years since I last drove the road home and then it was my brother who was driving and the last time he saw the valley and on the way out we stopped at the rock for one last view of the valley together. I think in all honesty he knew then he did not have many good years left. It was the last time he was to see the valley of our home and we shared that moment. Sadly, he died in a foreign land that had become his home. In not so many words, I think, he wished he could go home from the way he was talking that day on the rock but I can never be sure other than to say his memories of the Bay had been long lasting like mine, even though he had some nasty memories of things that had happened to him there. A place that god had truly blessed with such beauty and gave so much peace to us both.
To be continued.