The New Life: Fifth Stage For Marie

An Autumn Picture Leaves, pale and dry, fall from branches which can no longer nourish them. They pile up in bunches, get wet and decompose into swirls of colors. How is it we still love autumn after all these years of decay? * * * Suddenly, she was there with him. 'That is so sad, but it's sweet, too. That mix of sadness and sweetness is your human experience of the beautiful...I read your thoughts as you worked. It's quite remarkable what is happening in your mind as you compose poems. I am no longer surprised the small things identify with you, and they do - very strongly. You could not have better advocates with the other entities... ' Daniel struggled to compose himself. 'Monica, it's been so many weeks - ' He wanted to say so much to her, but hesitated. She leaned slightly forward, 'I told you we would meet again. Now you know what you have to do.' Daniel folded the poem absently. 'Yes, but how do I provoke a Lucid Dream? Can you guide me? ' He paused. 'The last time I saw you, it was warm and bright. You were wearing a yellow summer dress - ' 'And now I'm wrapped in wool and scarves.' Monica bowed her head for a moment. When she faced him, her expression was almost blank. 'I know what you want, Daniel. Almost all humans on earth want the same thing... You want a soul-mate, at least, but even more you want to find your soul's other half. I would not be so careless by saying more.' She paused again, scanning the sparse crowd in the coffee shop. 'It's best for you to let go of that fantasy. If it is meant to happen, it will of its own accord.' Daniel spoke urgently, 'You are my Anima. I know I have found you, I know for certain.' Monica folded her arms across her scarlet sweater, and waited for a few breaths. 'This yearning is an obstacle to your growth. Free yourself. And stay focused on that freedom. Free yourself right now, in this present moment.' Monica searched his face, read his thoughts, and realized this was not the right moment. 'Yearning makes the heart grow deeper, St. Augustine said.' 'That's true, Daniel, and it makes it heavier, and you have to carry that weight by yourself. And it only grows heavier. How then will you fly? ' Daniel felt drained. 'So is Eros the problem? ' he asked quietly. 'No...No, it's a question of energy. You recognize the energy that turns the seasons. You surrender to that force in things, you take it within yourself, and are one with it. Eros is within you, and all around you. It doesn't take much effort for a human to forge a union. And you will be free of these yearnings which have no proper object. Daniel, you will feel the special lightness of being human, and you will soar in untrammeled freedom.' Monica smiled and rejoiced in her memory of Spirit Flight. 'Forget me... I'm just a visitor. I don't belong to your dimension. I'm a traveler, always, no place is my home.' She paused, and then spoke with utmost concentration. 'And no one is my partner, I am involved with the Many.' Daniel was stunned by her speech. He saw her finally with his new eyes. 'I didn't think I knew how to let go... but I'll change my focus to Spirit Flight... and Lucid Dreams. I'm determined to be ready.' Monica watched his human face sympathetically. 'A larger world than you have ever known awaits you. Do you remember the words of Marsilio? THE SUN INFUSES LIGHT IN ALL THE STARS. THE SUN IS THE LORD OF ALL ELEMENTAL VIRTUES. You will become like Marsilio's Sun! ' The last thing Daniel saw fade was her bright smile under dancing eyes.