When I wake from a vivid dream, and remember it, I think of it as a message. A genuine connection between two minds is never severed, not even by physical death. It's like a giant root system, connecting us across space, time and memory. A psychic network of sorts.
When you experience de ja vu, you are tapping into that network. Like when you feel someone watching you even if you can't see them. We call it "instinct" and often treat it like an evolutionary left-over. The emotional equivalent of a vestigial tail. Or, the appendix. But it's actually the opposite. You have to be open, observant, compassionate, and intelligent to "feel" anything at all, let alone glimpse slices of the human psychic continuum. You have to be...evolved.
As I stood outside the other night, gazing into infinity to glimpse the stars, I felt it. A pair of eyes lurking in the shadows. Watching me. My movement. It was pitch outside. The woods behind my home were completely still. Not a sound could be heard. Until a neighbor's dog began barking, likely catching the scent of a stranger in the forest. I called out, too. Then, we both listened:
Heavy footsteps made between long strides could be heard rustling through the bed of dead leaves strewn amongst the tightly clustered trees. And they were in a hurry, too....
Today, after hours of dreaming tumultuous dreams, I sat in the peace and quiet of the sunrise. I watched the wind play amongst the exceptionally green-leaved trees--the same ones that protected me from uninvited eyes the other evening. I looked up at thick, white wisps of cloud that seemed to form giant hearts against an azure sky. Vivaldi's Four Seasons played through my open door while all variety of birds flew hither and tither in a flurry of frenetic activity. There were no eyes on me this morning, outside of the trees. But I almost wished there were. I want to talk to those eyes. I want to see them. See through them.
Who are you? And, where are you now? Will you have the courage to step out of the darkness, and into the light? I already know you're there...what's the point in continuing to hide???
Because you see me peering, you believe I can't see you. But I can. And I have. Though you will not be able to see me for much longer.
The moon, reflecting but a crescent of the Sun's #light, told me in sotto voce that the purpose of a lifetime, any lifetime, is to #endure. To watch the sunlight dapple the leaves in a shaded forest. To see clouds change shape and size in an unyielding expanse of space. To love. To unlove. To break hearts. And mend them all over again. To sleep. And dream. Remembering all that's past and forgiving the future in the present. To boldly go where no one has gone before. To paint your nails pastel yellow with a "mermaid" glitter top coat. To make friends. Lose friends. Break rules. And eat candy whenever you want. To interview celebrities. Become a celebrity. Write best-selling books. And believe in astrology and red strings. To want the same thing your whole life, see it, feel it, dream it...only to catch a fleeting glimpse before losing sight of it again for what seems like infinite reflections upon reflections, two mirrors facing one another. A forever-loop. Until someone moves.
Winter is here. Even in #Georgia. And it comes again. And again. And again. Despite what may seem like an endless summer in a week of Boston skylines and Cape Cod sunsets. "Endure," the Moon whispers. Her name is Sahara. But only a few know this. I am one of those few. And now, you are, too.
"Endure, endure, endure...."