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“Tell me what you remember, Yaro,” requested Saffi.

“I know that we loved, Saffi. Our names were different and our bodies showed the effects of the dense world. I remember meeting you and seeing so much more than your physical presence. I was compelled to walk next to you, to ask you questions in order to have reason to be in your energy field. You wore a jacket you had made yourself. It was very unusual.”

“Yes, I see us now. I am walking down the stairs coming from a meeting about starting a food co-op in our little town. I feel your presence as you approach me and hear the deep tone of your words. I let them in. They stay with me slowly drifting down to my heart. Pure tones. Welcoming. Kind. I want to know you,”

“I dream of you that night, Saffi. It is a young man’s dream, but takes me far beyond the sensual feelings I have. All of a sudden, I am bursting with life. I am a wild poppy, brilliant red, filled with seed. One dewdrop falls. I awaken."

Saffi blushes, “Yaro, we recognized each other so quickly. I am seeing you standing in tall grass near an old homestead, three worn steps up to the porch, a heavy brown rocking chair there looking like it had served many a tenant. You are silent, but your eyes take me in. And I want to be in. Inside you.

"You think I have come to visit your friend, Reuban, who also lives there. Your words tell me not to be afraid to hang around until he gets home. We begin to talk. You tell me of the masks you have been making together, the ritual uses for them and the ground Reuban is preparing for future events. I listen to your words and here the secret story beneath them. The secret story tells my soul that I have found the gateway. I must pass through."

"We knew so much, Saffi, and yet it appeared as though we knew nothing. I was lost. I was searching. Reuban was an inspiration to me. You were a ray of dawn light.