"If you encounter death and do not die, you're entitled to a gift," Ron told me a long time ago. "You just have to remember to ask for it," he smirked.

Samiel The Reaper

The death of my long time friend and our travels through time had taught me well. The surgeon who reconstructed me after the wreck died over Memorial Day. They both were in my meditation this evening.

Teaching meditation is not always as fun as doing it. The skill of talking through it and feeling others' processes provides benefits but at times distractions. In the second one, we got it together. We weren't individuals, but a collective whole.

My two friends were with me. I was everything - an emptiness with worlds spinning inside of me. "Yeah, but I can't go back in time."

"Why not?" They said simultaneously.

Ok, maybe there was. Moving forward and back in time - worlds within the belly of the goddess.

"My god, it is full of stars." Voice over from 2001: A Space Odyssy

"There is a way to align all the worlds."

Namasté.

Amarjah Wisdom School