The dream begins in a strange desert land. I am a male infant living with my mother and several others of our race. We are humanoid and are very petite and very Asian looking. We are telepathically linked to one another. We live in a small village. There is little food in the area, but have been forced to live here so we are trying to be well with what we have. There are HUGE dust storms that blast through our homes regularly. My mother would read to me everyday from a book she believed to be sacred. I remember her holding me under her shall to protect me from the dust and reading to me. Many many days pass within the dream.....I am getting older. As soon as I learn to walk my mother begins teaching me a very unique and beautiful form of martial arts. The days go by and we are always practicing the forms and always reading from the sacred book. My mother had many objects that were used for healing. She teaches me all about them. The most sacred to her was a rattle. It was beautiful and had many intricate carvings on it. She taught me how to use it for healing and told me that it was very important. She told me that it would be mine someday and that I would have to protect it from danger. Many more days pass and I am growing into a little boy. I am now about three or four. A dark day came..... several beings from another race came to our village. They were GIANT. So much taller then my people. They had a very dense energy about them. Their faces would contort and shift in a way that I couldn't quite see who they really were. They ordered us to gather all the books we had and turn them over to them. Many of my people did so. They were tearing through our homes looking for objects and books. My mother swiftly hid her sacred text under her shall and I put the rattle in its case and tucked it into my clothes. She looked at me and told me with her eyes that we needed to protect these things. These beings tell us that we are to come with them. My people are very frightened. They are dividing the children into a separate group. They take the adults first. Then the group of children are ordered to walk. We walk for days and days through the dust with very little nourishment. We are getting closer to our destination. One day a gigantic dust storm blows through and everyone is getting separated from each other. I am alone pushing through the dust and am calling out to my mother. I am frightened. This goes on for hours it seems. Finally I hear her voice on the wind. I can barely make a figure out in the distance. I run to her. My mother picks me up and holds me tight and deeply pouring all of her love into me. It feels like the last time we are to embrace. One of the beings comes up on us and separates us. We are back in our groups and are waiting for the storm to pass. It finally does. We can now see where they are taking us. A gigantic structure in the distance that has been carved out of the hill side. We approach it and the huge doors open. This structure was absolutely enormous. The beings shuffle us inside. we are in the entry way and there is what looks like a council of these beings waiting for us. As we enter we are further divided into smaller groups. Each group is ordered to perform a different style of the martial art form that is unique to our people. I watch as each group performs. The dark beings are watching very closely.....studying every movement.... I am entranced by the beauty of the form. It feels like the last time we may be able to move through it. It comes time for my group to go perform. We all telepathically know which style we are going to do. As we move through I am so present. The walls of this dark structure seem to fade away and I am literally becoming the movement. It feels soooo amazing and so pure so medicinal...... As we finish I awake back into the reality of the situation. We are then escorted into the main chamber of the structure. It is a huge room with a ceiling so tall you can barely see the top. It feels like a dark ceremonial room. There is a fire burning and the beings bring the books my people surrendered to flames. We all watch as they burn. They begin separating all the females of my people. I watch as they grab at my mother....my heart is screaming. They take all the females into a different space. One of the beings comes back out with my mother's sacred book and throws it on the fire. I watch in horror as it burns. I think to myself I know the text so well that it is forever with me and I can pass along the knowledge. I remember looking around the space and seeing many pillars and strange sculptures and many books with an encrypted language written on them. A few of the beings come over to me and some of the other young boys. They each choose one of us and swoop us up under their arms. We weigh nothing to them. It seems the leader of these beings has chosen me. The remainder of the children and the men are then slaughtered right in front of us. Terrifying and ugly. The beings that now each have a child under their arms congregate and communicate. I sense that we are being taken somewhere else. All of us children are so so frightened and sooooo sad. They take us to these bizarre ships. They look like they are more for short distance travel. Each being with their chosen child gets into a separate ship. The being I am with is studying me. I know he knows I have a sacred object.... the rattle.....
Waking from this dream was very interesting. I felt as if I had barely eaten in four years. I cried for the loss of my people and my mother. I had a strange feeling though about the rest of my journey in this dessert lifetime of mine. I felt that my role with the rattle was able to do some good....... So intense...... years of experience re-lived in one night.......
A Desert Life
