The energy in here is changing, she says, as she takes a drag
from her cigarette. No sooner have the words fallen from her lips,
than a strong, cold wind blows open the door, whips around the
room, and knocks the cigarette out of her hand. There before her,
in a swirling mass of lavender and ghostly white, hovers her greatest
love and her greatest fear. In familiar solidarity, she opens herself
and feels the familiar rising from her pelvis, filing her abdomen with
white light, rising to her heart, radiating out to fill the room, moving
through her arms and legs, projecting beams of light from her feet and
hands, moving up to her throat, madly sounding a beautiful and foreign song
with her own voice, rising all the way up to her crown, emanating from the
top of her head, rising and churning and radiating within and around her,
spreading her farther and wider, expanding and creating, out into the street,
the town, the planet, the stars, the moon, until she again becomes one with
All There Is
© SpiritLed 2014