We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through.
Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love
and then we return home — Australian Aboriginal proverb
I remember the serene humongous place filled with misty white light and pillars. I can still feel the awe from the first time I visited this place in my dreams as a child. Despite the powerful authority in its being this place had a sacred, soothing, loving, sublime energy. Everything seemed bathed in glowing, misty white light as if it the place was made out of clouds. At the time I did not know what I was tapping into but I do remember I wanted to stay there longer.
As far as I can recall even as a child I was always intrigued by the cycle of life and death. I had a deep awareness…
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