Kama

It’s warm. It’s neither day nor night here where we are. Our heart beats strong sometimes. It’s not always so. Sometimes we feel distracted by the mendacities of everyday life. All these moving figures, wowed by simple smoke and mirror illusions cast by lower level spell-casters. They can sometimes be wowing. There is something fascinating about watching humans. They’re all so preoccupied with pettiness. Politics. All of it is politics. Politics of gender. Politics of money. Politics of Politics. All their policies and ambiguous contractual obligations. Then it all goes south, and in comes politics’ baby sister socio-economic equality. Then it all goes crazy. Feminist. Racist. Chauvinist. Ethnocentric. Violence. Policing. Armies. Cages. Rather inspiring escape stories of brave young people who dared to defy the authorities; who stood firm and would not be moved. Those who fought for peace. They were jailed. They were beaten. They were killed. Never has the echo of their voices been stifled. They live in eternity, their names engraved in the hearts of all who know somewhere deep down inside that they are Light-Bearers. That is, pretty much, every single human being on earth. Yet they don’t see it. And so we wait.

Birth

Eric was born to a mother and a father who lived ordinary lives. Kay was born to a mother and a father who lived relatively ordinary lives. Eric’s father had recently passed away. His relationship with his mother had grown intense. He knew that he was a constant reminder of the only friend she had left. Kay’s mother had recently passed away. They had been in a fatal car crash in which she escaped unscathed and her mother was lost. Eric and Kay went to school together, but they lived separate lives – completely oblivious to the existence of the other for four years. One day, as he lay in bed, Eric felt a gust of wind blow through his room. He was aware that he was definitely still in his room, and definitely still sleeping. A bright light flashed twice. Suddenly he was standing. There was a giant orb. It was bright, yet dull at the same time. It looked like a giant gingerbread biscuit. And there was a voice. You are we are you.

“Is this a dream?” he asked.

“I have a better question.” He turned. Kay had arrived. We are you are we! Boomed the voice.

“Did you seriously ask a giant gingerbread biscuit if you are in a dream?” she laughed.

“Well, there is a giant cookie. And a booming voice. And a rather beautiful dream figure talking to me. If this is not a dream, then I am dead. And if I am dead, then this is the very best heaven ever!” Eric said. He walked up to the biscuit, broke off a large piece using both hands. He broke this in two and walked back to where Kay stood staring at him, mesmerized.

Kay’s eyes opened. Eric’s eyes opened. She was four years old. Her mother woke her for school. She bathed her, dressed her in blue jeans, sneakers, a floral dress and a bright yellow scarf. She got to school and they were playing outside. She played. There was a sudden gust of wind. She jumped a little and it blew her a little way forward. It was fun. She jumped a little higher this time. It blew her over the fence. She looked back. Nobody was watching. She jumped a third time. This time she didn’t come down. She rose. And she rose. And she stopped. She decided to concentrate very hard on going down. It wasn’t happening.