A piece of short fiction in honor of and in celebration                                                               of the blossoming of Spring, Holi, and the Full Moon:

Sara suddenly awoke from a deep sleep. The light of the full moon was so bright that at first she thought that dawn was approaching. Intrigued she went out into the backyard to look at the majestic and magical moon. The moon seemed to hang directly above her as she stood within the semicircle of trees she called her little forest. Sara was amazed at how warm she felt on this frosty night even though she was only in her pajamas.

Just then she heard rustling on the branches, and looking up she saw three ravens perched above her, watching her. From her shaman studies, Sara knew that ravens were carriers of sacred wisdom, guides for working in shadow, and carriers of souls from darkness into light. The ravens were bringing her a message, a very important one.

As she pondered this, Sara felt her body lift off the ground. Her form had shifted into the shape of a raven, and she was flying straight towards the moon. Soon the brightness became so intense, Sara seemed to melt right into it. She felt like she was one with the light, as if she too were mere energy waves or vibrations.

Sara could now see and understand everything: past, present, and future. It was all the same really. The confines of time did not exist in the realm that she was now flowing through. The limits of space did not exist either, for she could be anywhere, on earth or in a distant galaxy from one moment to the next. Sara had been transported into a realm beyond space and time, the realm of Spirit. As she flowed through the infinite Universe, she was overwhelmed with the beauty of the interconnectedness of everything. She was no longer Sara; she was the Universe.

Sara suddenly awoke from a deep sleep. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, filling the morning sky with hues of pink and orange. She decided to go out into her backyard to soak up some of the colorful light and warmth of the majestic and magical sun. As she did so, she remembered what had happened during the night. Was it a dream? It seemed so vivid that it had to be real. She did feel different this morning too. Sara felt an incredible sense of peace and awareness that she had never experienced before.

Somehow she knew that this feeling was not temporary. She still had the same ability to see and understand that she acquired in her “dream”. Her psychic and clairvoyant abilities had magnified overnight. She had come into her power. By the light of the full moon, she had been transported through the realm of the subconscious and connected with the realm of Spirit, the continuum of One, Nothing, and Everything.

Just then she heard rustling on the branches, and looking up she saw three ravens perched above her, watching her. Ravens…the carriers of sacred wisdom, guides for working in shadow, and carriers of souls from darkness into light.

Sara then thanked the ravens for their important message and went inside to begin her new life dedicated to helping others to connect with Spirit.

Blue Full Moon photo by: Jerry Stolarski.

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