by The Hawk

I was walking  in the Suns. 

It was a wonderful sensation of freedom and Self-Existence.  I walked with a spring in my step and a song in my Heart. 

Some, seeing me pass would ask,  “What are you doing?”  I would  reply, “Walking in the Suns.”  With a puzzled look in their eyes they would ask, “Well, where are you going?”  “To the next Sun“, I would say confidently. 

They would shake their heads and walk away from this crazed person walking under many Suns.  After all, every one knows there is only one Sun.  Inwardly I would smile, knowing I knew what they did not. 

I would continue walking.  What they said or thought didn’t matter.  I left them with my Love, and my Sympathy.  I was where I should be,  Doing what I should do.  I walked on reveling in the Light and  the Warmth and the Security. 

As I walked from Sun to Sun, the only sadness I felt was that of being alone.  Why was I the only one having this joyful experience of tramping through the wonder of other worlds?  Why had only I found this “Road of Eternal Light”?  I wanted companions.  Perhaps I could stop and find someone to teach the “Way” and they could walk with me. 

But wait, now that I had experienced loneliness and wistfulness of wishing that others could join me, I became more aware.  I became aware of others. 

At first I thought they were joining because of my selfless example.  But, No!  Many were already walking in the Suns.  I became aware that the Path before me was already deeply worn.  Many had made this journey before me.  Many others were now walking the same trail as I.  Some had journeyed long and others were new to the Path.  I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there. 

I had been walking alone only because I thought I was alone.  The others on this pilgrimage weren’t  joining me, they had found the way to their own journey, each in their own manner.  We were all on a Quest.  We were each walking the same Path, but each in our own personal way.  I knew others walked with me now, each intent on their own journey, but all headed toward the same goal. 

I was Happy.  A new Song burst from my Heart.  It was a Song of Joy and Love and Acceptance. 

I walked from Sun to Sun growing and changing deep within my Spirit.  I was now aware that the transition to other Suns, although gradual, was marked.

A new Sun.  A new Perspective.  A new World.  I walked and I was Glad. 

Some seeing me pass would ask, “What are you doing?”  I would reply, “Walking in the Suns”.  With a puzzled look in their eyes they would ask, “Well, where are you going?”  “To the next Sun”, I would say confidently, “But you haven’t asked the most important question of all”.  “What question would that be?”, a few would ask curiously.  “Ahh”, I would reply, “You didn’t ask, Why?” 

“Oh”, the occasional one would respond, “Why are you walking so joyously in the hot Sun?”  “Because I am on a Quest”, would be my response, “To the next Sun and the next and the next.  The Journey, that is the important thing.  There is a goal, an endpoint, a destination, but that isn’t very important.  The Journey, that is what is important.  The Quest, the Learning, the Experience, these are the reasons walking in the Suns is so important.” 

Then I walked on leaving the Questioner.  I walked hoping that in imparting my small bit of experience and knowledge to the Questioner I might have helped ignite a flame of curiosity.  Perhaps someday I would sense the Questioner on the Path and realize I had helped myself and another along the way. 

I walk with a wonderful sensation of freedom and Self-Existence.

I walk with a spring in my step and a new Song in my Heart.

I walk with Joy, with Love, with Acceptance and with companions.

I walk with the completeness of knowing there is a Journey.

I walk in the Suns.

May we all Journey well! 

[This was a “Vision” experienced while I was awake and written from notes I took while it was happening.]

~The Hawk

The Hawk is a long time member of Nashville Psychics Meetup Group and seeks to understand the Mysteries of the Universe.  We are honored that he as agreed to share his visions on LuminEarth.com.  The Hawk has  experienced several “waking visions”  similar to this, which we will be sharing soon.

I was personally touched by this particular writing.  I felt as though his words were speaking directly to my soul.

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By John Kern

Two souls passing in time,
Each sensing in the other, recognition of search’s
     completion..
The promise of coming home again.
Yet, each bound by prior commitments;
Each bound by societal dictates and expectations.
Moments to cherish.. foreseen, dreamed of, then
     longed for,
Yet not reached for, not realized, not lived.
Excited aliveness of possibilities,
To soon cut short.

This window of opportunity too brief,
The courage to action too fragile,
Tick-tock then gone

Here again, in forms and appearances of this new incarnation,
Here again that spark of recognition in each for the other,
Here again sticky commitments and social pressures,
Here again a window.. closing.

Will the torments of that first loss, now embolden heroic effort
Sufficient to loose personal and societal strictures?
Will knowings in their hearts prevail
While doubts and conditionings of their minds fall away?
On what side of the glass will our would-be lovers find themselves
In this window’s final hour?

Tick-tock…

Introduction 

This is poem is about two souls who are meant to find one another and be together to complete a major part of the tapestry of their human existences.  During their first encounter they are enticed and attracted to one another to an unexplainable degree, but they let their then-current life situations mute their behaviors toward one another until circumstances geographically remove them from each other’s presence.

Then, lifetimes later in a different incarnation, they again find and recognize each other in a setting almost identical with that of their first meeting; thus given a second opportunity to choose the powerful leadings of their hearts and souls or the comforts and stability of lives they have built to this point in time.

The author’s intent as conveyed in style and wording is to endeavor to bring to the reader’s remembrance or imagination a similar situation in the reader’s own life which was similarly charged with unspoken passions and allowed to quietly languish until the opportunity for positive action had passed.  A central theme highlighted in the poem is the impermanence of the window of opportunity, and the suggestion that the torment of a prior missed opportunity may be an encouragement to action if given a second chance.

“Hellooooo….” they call out in the night
“Can you hear me….” “are you there…”
As she drifts off to sleep she hears them.
“Am I dreaming?” she wonders.
The whispers are like a soft breeze
brushing against her face.

“Comeeee with ussss….”
Whispers and murmurs, buzzing and humming.
She is surrounded by the soft vibration.
Upward, lifting. She is floating now.
Into the night sky…and further.
“Where am I going?” she wonders.

Soft, warm, silently she floats.
“Loooook….” they say
But she cannot see.
“Why can I not see?” she wonders.

Falling, slowly, softly, gently.
Back into here and now.
“Goodbyeeeee….” they whisper.
She feels them brush against her cheek.
She awakens knowing she has been there.
And did not see.

-Marguaret Nibbeck