fires

Fires burning in ancestral night. I see the flames reaching for the stars. Embers break apart and form a trail of light that mirrors the trail of stars overhead. I have been here...I have never been here.

There are random images that your brain throws out just because it is your brain and it keeps itself occupied. There are certain things that you carry with you. The above is one of mine. These images--I want to say visions, but I hate the associations with that word--are real even though you can't possibly have experienced them in your conscious state. I'm not talking about dreams, which are something else altogether (though it is possible to dream these images, dreams merely being a different extension of mind.) No, it's that knowledge--not a feeling, knowledge--that you have witnessed this scene before. The knowledge that it took place hundred, thousands of years ago and you were there.

Your body as you know it was not there, but some part of it was. A molecule. Some tiny fraction. Enough to retain the sure knowledge of what you saw. You watched the fires burning in the ancestral night. You felt the heat. You studied the stars. Some of those stars, the light that was shining then is the light you are seeing now.

Is it not the most beautiful thing?