I made a promise not so long ago.
I promised that if somehow, by some miracle, I made it through this hell, then I would help others like me.
I promised that I would share my story.
No matter what.
This is a promise that many of us have made.
Here’s to all of you who will soon remember your promises.
I arrive for the appointment with my Teacher.
I have no idea who I am or how I got here.
I have always been able to count on ME.
That is the only truth I have known.
Now, I feel like a stranger to myself. I have no idea who I am looking at in the mirror.
I feel like a familiar stranger.
That doesn’t even make sense.
NOTHING MAKES SENSE.
Teacher: “So, how are you Sarah?”
Me: “I’m starting to understand. But I don’t understand anything.”
Teacher: “What do you mean?”
Me: “I have been researching the symbols that I see floating in my aura. You were right about the crop circles.”
Teacher: “What more are you understanding?”
Me: “The symbols… they all lead back to Kundalini.”
There is a pause in our dialogue. The pause feels more natural than anything I have ever known.
With a start, I remember where I am, and so I speak.
Me: “What is happening to my body?”
Teacher: “The same thing that is happening to the Earth.”
There is another pause in our dialogue. A pause that would seem to last forever….