Once upon a dream, before there was time, a reflection caught our Creator's eye. The fascination began. As the gaze became intent, the reflection began to vibrate. As the vibration began to gather intensity, it began to shimmer. The shimmer became a blazing light that could not contain itself. It exploded into billions upon billions of bits of light that were flung out to all the directions of the Universe.
The brilliant, rainbow hued rays of light blazed through the indigo void and brought forth wondrous sounds. A symphony of rapturous beauty emerged. Sound took notice of itself and joined with Light to bask in the ecstasy of being. The melding created a slow dance to some. Others took delight in blazing to the outer regions - the playground being without boundaries and still unexplored. Those that were enthralled with the Emerald Jewel, began the descent to our Mother's arms...Gaea.
Our dense bodies took on a myriad of forms...of every shape and color, too numerous to recall, to experience all that we could imagine. The adventure of life with Mother Earth now had a stage and the drama ensued. In the passage of 'time,' memory was dimmed. Ancient knowledge that could only be remembered beyond our dense body's cognizant abilities, was blown to the ethers as dust. Still the seeds remained - untouched in the core of our beings. The cord, not severed, tugs on us still. A select group of our brothers and sisters were given the sacred duty to remember from whence we came. They swim the oceans and often call out to us to join them...to remember. In moments of desperation, they thrust themselves upon our shores to shake loose those ancient memories within us - a sacrifice of unconditional love. The cetaceans with unswerving love hold these memories steadfast and never cease calling out to us.
Eons have passed and we have need to return...and return we shall. One by one...each will find their way home...from whence we came. One by one, we shall awaken from this deep sleep. One by one...we will return to the One.
If I see you not upon my path this life experience... I bid you good journey.
So it was . . .So it is . . .So it shall be.Of The Dolphin Tribe
'Yours are the galaxies in the skies of the whirling...' - Maulana Jalaudin Rumi.
Flash In The Sky
February 1, 2003
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