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Sign Up for Our E-Newsletters. Get our updates straight to your inbox. Sign Up. She seemed to have forgotten something about the night, but this morning, Natasha was focused on the refreshing light of the sun. She turned and looked at the dress she had laid out over her chair, and walked smoothly over to it.
She slipped into the dark dress with flower patterns, and smiled. She faced the mirror, amazed at her long black hair, a freckle she once had was gone, and her once imperfect eyelashes seemed corrected somehow while she slept. She was pleased. Natasha washed her face and headed down stairs. She could hear the tea kettle whistling, like the wind through the trees outside.
She knew her mother had made her some tea with milk and sugar, the way she loved it. She wondered why now her apartment had stairs — nice, white marble, clean stairs.
She went into the kitchen, and noticed her mother sitting there. Or was it her father? It seemed to shift. Natasha decided she needed to see a doctor. Why is your favorite table here? The image of the person before her changed again, becoming her brother. Quietness seized the room; Natasha was a bit afraid.
She noticed for the first time, a golden glow, radiating from the person in front of her. She looked at her brown skin, recognizing the glow was all around her too.
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The being in front of her simply poured and handed her a cup of tea. You are safe. Suddenly, an elderly graceful lady with long silken grey hair appeared.
She had the poise of a queen, Natasha noticed. They blew up the world? All of those people gone now. I know love well, but not enough about war, Natasha. Then, it struck Natasha. The weapons at those sites in the United States and Russia would be deactivated at those times. Many suspected the craft of doing that to the weapons. No one knew where the craft came from.
Earth was a temporary residence anyway. I knew I would have to move, taking all loving essence in the world with me. You are responsible for the UFO's! Natasha recalled reading stories of how Native People in different parts of the world always thought Earth was alive. She remembered reading about the deep rumble which is heard sometimes from the oceans, referred to by sailors as the beating heart of the planet. Natasha wondered how many times have this being moved throughout the universe taking what had evolved into humanity. Maybe that explained so many pass life episodes occurring with some people.
Perhaps, on other worlds, mankind evolved to other sentient beings. But there was permanent recall written in the soul. Every drop of water, every molecule of air, all of the minerals — part of my need to seek out and understand the universe. Remember the flowers you loved as a child? I made sure they grew along with you. Where are the others? My parents My friends? Even Robert?
Others who had animal-like tendencies did not. I only could gather those who searched for something better, like you. Natasha recalled her science studies. Energy could not be destroyed only transformed. I understand that. Am I an energy being now?
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Earth was saving those wanting love. She certainly wanted to fall in love with a person like Robert. Would she see him again? Loving something is also forgetting. It is part of His Mercy. As we approach our new destination, energy will again combine. We will prepare for the next journey. She was concerned her journey would never end, forever drifting. Although it seems like hours have passed, it has only been minutes. We are heading to Sol.
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From there we will wander again. We started from Sol. Therefore, it is to the sun we return. She saw water evaporating, going to the clouds, then falling to land.
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She visualized water traveling through the waterfall back to the ocean. Sol will head where ever the Divine Creator directs. Mankind, in whatever shape he takes in the next stage, will begin his search anew. Mother Earth stood and walked over to Natasha. You will forget this, but you will still feel His love.