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There was once a galaxy in a universe far, far away. In this galaxy slowly rode a moon and her name was Paraselene. Her shiny surface was brighter and whiter than any other moon. She filled with joy when comets, nebulae and asteroids would often visit. She vividly felt their playful bright shoots of colour, and their swirling rainbow energy and graceful stone dances. She had a brother who was a planet; somehow always protective and comforting by her side, even while both were spinning. She shined even brighter still when witnessing all of those friends and their various arts.

Sometimes she imagined that she had a sister - a sun on the opposite side of the planet, who would briefly twinkle at her with affection – for just a quick moment, as her brother tilted slightly a certain way each of his cycles, and Paraselene would struggle, heavily laden and weary with moondust, to try and move just a little bit closer…. This was mere fancy however, born out of millennia of stellar boredom. It must be. Mustn't it? For although her imagination sometimes seemed to show her a sparkle of a bright yellow star peeking out around Brother Planet, this false sun of her brothers never came closer, and Paraselene could never get the sense that she might be getting any closer to it…

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To sooth herself of this confusion and frustration, Paraselene hums a song she can feel as the universe and all of its cosmic gatherings and teachings marches on. Celestial bodies float serenely in a velvet dry sea, lulled by the vibrations of a humming moon.

Paraselene is feeling a sense of the surreal - and then there are many pieces of oddly shaped metal moving to surround brother planet - suddenly there is so much blinding bright yellow light everywhere - caught within many beams of blue light - and no order to this act, no reason - as Paraselene weeps oceans of silvery tears - enough tears to fill every one of her beautifully symmetrical craters. She feels it as Brother Planet is just suddenly and horribly GONE - instead of the bulky round majestic blues and greens of her most familiar friend, only so many different chemicals and minerals cruelly and inexplicably - dissipated.

Her tears move to sparkle around her and hang as filaments of translucent light. They quickly move all of her light to rushing inside of her so that -

A small door opens in the dark opaque metal skin of a moon in a galaxy, in a universe far, far away. A fleshperson ascends to stand upon the lip of the doorway, encased in protective, magnetic spacesuit, attached to the inside by a cord. Under the helmet and affixed to the front of the suit is a small tag with words written in a language that eventually more than one person will understand: “Paraselene – Mother, Mission the Second”. The fleshperson turns to look back inside and smiles.

The beginning.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, April 26, 2013

I am dreaming you into finding me.

Your half-heart will match mine.
Your eyes will mirror mine.
I will have your warmth
welcome mine as if we were
the same body in the life before this.
Your hands will know my hands and your lips
remember my lips.
Fit your limbs to my limbs and feel
the melding of two souls finding home,
making one.

“Finally”, my newly whole heart will say,
“now I am full and true and real”.
And instead of falling we will
pick ourself up.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, April 10, 2013

Have you ever wondered about the mythologies of the world? About where all of these legends came from? We are the descendants of our ancient ancestors who came here from many different worlds. I tell you, lucidly and without the shadow of doubt, that I have knowledge of a time millennia ago when us people created the very stars and planets where those “stories” were first socialized. Their patterns of drama, tragedy, comedy, lessons, of life - are all twisted, diluted and practiced still on earth today. When I first began to realize this, around age 13, I suffered a much more extreme and unrelenting insomnia than I do now. At 32, I’m now able to realize that I was truly in awe and terrified of the limitless depth and immensity of the cosmos. I believe I sub-consciously feared falling into it and never waking again. As an adult my insomnia now is caused by a mix of chronic pain, the worries of every day life, and often just by my random contemplations. Am I mad? It may be logical to think so. It may be logical for some to wonder if I suffer from a peculiar lucid form of madness – in fact it is a thought that in the past I have entertained many times myself. There are many senses beyond the five which modern science tells us about. The sense that hinges me to logic is memory. The one which convinces me that I am sane is truth. As a person who loves to learn, change, grow and create, I admit that in a way, I have made all of this up. Just as we all make everything, from our galactic center to the interior of the earth, and from this universe to the next.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, March 6, 2013

Under our skins and deep within our bones it is written in every language that we are all the same.
We are confusion and love and frustration and rain.
When cares fall from our bodies, unseen by all of these half-blind eyes,
unlamented by the strain,
they are simply what they are.

They are.

Under our feet and deep within our soul, one heart beats in every sense that we are all the same.
We are earth, we are stone, we are fire and pain.
When this world falls from our minds, experienced by these opened eyes,
intensely scented by the gain,
We are simply what we are.

We are.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, February 3, 2012

It's becoming more difficult to pretend things aren't changing, even though it’s all in the details. Insects are still six feet tall and they still crowd the buses and the buildings. Some reptiles too, but most of them tend to stick to their SUV’s and their posh cocktail parties. There are still people - brownies, narwhals and selkies, humans, satyrs, elementals and other various gentle folk, scattered all around this world. At times we are connecting, dancing, discovering and growing together strictly via various forms of electricity.

Food is often halfway edible, if that - even when it smells ripe and seems healthy. So there ends up being less of that sort of eating. There are certain words, sounds, colours, and psi abilities that taste better. Even most memories feel more palatable. And not only the ones that sparkle in such a fashion that you just know they were born from white hot suns billions of years ago.

Recently I have noted with some confusion and a surreal, intriguing and (surprisingly only slight) disorientation – but not apprehension, that occasionally my perception of change is suddenly simultaneously faster and slower for certain things. Or maybe the very nature of the processes of change are changing.

Honesty doesn’t completely disappear, even when it is of something that is running from itself to try and feel safe again. Truly living instead of merely surviving must be worth not always feeling safe. There are so many bright experiences we don’t currently know of. I confess that there are times I feel so finished with having legs to walk me across this earth, that I would prefer to be experiencing life as a cetacean. Graceful water-living without starting to become choked and with no fear of drowning. In other places of this life I am wanting to be a feline. The kind of cat who doesn’t look so closely through all of the details and just jumps on the gazelle because it is in her nature and it is her right. Dolphins’ swim-dance. Tigers’ leap-jump. I work towards more types of land-action and I must allow patience to be my guide.

There are moments when I am suddenly almost breathless, heart pumping faster and getting shivers – and I don’t quite know why; there is no physical substance use. It will feel as if starlight is rushing up and down my spine. Something is lightening inside, something is being learned and integrated. My sub-conscious will store the data. It will seem to be me for about a minute, seeing all of myself. It’s exhilarating. That reminds me that nothing is hidden forever. Nature will allow me to take flight.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, February 3, 2013

Things like dance, tai chi, meditation or any kind of exercise illustrate and parallel the cosmos as stars and planets coming to life and death. That's why those practices make us feel happier and more connected to other people and to the universe.

“Where did you go?”

“I was in another dimension, in your arms.”

“I’ve been there. I wonder how many others know that those places are real.”

“That time moves and shifts with our actions…that we are everywhere, infinitely…”

“Yes…there are so many places and lives to be in at once that I lose count. I become dizzy with knowing.”

“Who are we, really…? What do we do here? When we love them and then a contract is completed, do we leave them with value, or only with sorrow?”

“With both! I believe…usually with both.”


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“Do you prefer the icy planets, or the ones with hotter climates, volcanoes and the like? I’ve always appreciated a good blizzard. But yet there is something to be said for a life or two under a good warm sun.”

“I don’t…I like variety. Why chose? We incarnate so much.”

“I think things will change soon. For some of us. We may be flesh for the last time. Don’t you remember at least vaguely what it felt like to just be in the skies?”

“Ha! Time! There’s the trap, the illusion we set for ourselves – why? Somewhat for the boredom, and often there’s a dash of humour, but even a babe-in-arms remembers intuitively, subconsciously, that this whole experiment, this series of adventures, is really for the learning. As for remembering the skies, no. I have, of course, the simple knowledge. Who knows how many experiences we have left to discover? I do enjoy each body, playing out each story. And yet…hmmmm…to be otherwise…”

“It makes me smile to think on it. You will enjoy it. Really FEELING timeless, being pure spirit, the sensation of truly existing across all dimensions, knowing all time games, without the slightest disorientation…It is indescribable really, in any of these spoken tongues. We will discover it, know it, feel it, and integrate it. We will be it. We exist somewhere, forgetting that there are pieces of us in simultaneouswhere. Timelessness to end, and time to begin. Here. Hear?”

“…Indeed. What is, also was, and will be. The fascinating brain-twister, the constant familiar friend of contemplation after contemplation. Going in circles through the mind, over and over and – stopped.”


- © Emburr Orion Starshower, December 16, 2012

If you feel like shit, lonely, unloved, your life sucks, whatever - think about it this way: The reason that people will love you is BECAUSE you love people. If you actually don’t know how to love people, then that’s because you are very selfish, and likely a sociopath – this is probably not you ;)! If you have forgotten how to love, then your life so far has been very sad. Platonic love and feeling connected to people can be simpler than we sometimes make it out to be.

People are so much more generally beautiful with their little "flaws". Read body language. Small unusual quirks in features and facial expressions can make someone seem interesting - and when you talk to them to prove that they are interesting, they have imaginative, fun, shocking, or informative things to say which may instantly connect them to you. This is when you just “click” with someone and easily make a new and valued friend – not something which is extremely common for all of us. Whoever you meet, friend or possible “foe” (I prefer to think of them as social leaches that are to be avoided whenever possible), you will usually learn something new, and all learning has value in some sort of way, even if that value seems very small. Even if you just learn a lesson – yes, even if they hurt you in some way and / or maybe you hurt them. Learning is very important in relation to happiness – something we all sometimes forget. Learning, hope, and contemplation…and maybe most of all, patience.

The most important thing I’ve learned this year is how to want love from a specific person, yet not NEED it from that person. I feel I can now separate the two emotions – and this is huge for me. It has been very complicated, intense, and transformative. Hopefully I will not be a typical stubborn Virgo and have to learn this lesson again! If this is something you struggle with, since I’ve learned it, I don’t see any reason why you can’t.

Simple loneliness. Infinite, basic love. All encompassing focused love. A chaos of people and places, voices and visions. Visually bright, figuratively, ironically dark. Bursting forth, a mess of lines and colours. Shifting, melding, coalescing. Vague shapes becoming faces. New shades of colours emerging. Bodies twisting within hearts, throughout stars – animals, rarely human, often fae. So much colour to speak for so much love and solitary pain it burns the screen, the program, the page, oversaturated, an insanity of hue and luminescence…! Tears, end-smiles. All angles, fractured. All shades turned up or turned down. Unclothed, nothing to hide except words. Colours speaking louder, words unneeded. Frozen silent, timeless, true. Containing all of me, experiences and moods unmeasured. Open for interpretation. Me. You?

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, December 12, 2012

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I love you more
than the mass
of every single star
in the universe.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, December 3, 2012

I'm the one your heart calls out to, even as it is muted.

Close your eyes and I am with you.
Don't ever feel lonely.
I am you.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, December 3, 2012

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Glow.
Let your brain grow these colours out into this world.
Set all the colourstuff free on waves of pure light.
We can both -
we can all do this.
I can help you direct the colourwaves to where they need to go
to bring peace to those
most mind-tortured.

If we can help them to heal
themselves
of what they have seen
and screamed through,
we will all be as pure as
the magic of a hymn
from that far away gigantic sun
where first our flesh took breath.

The soundwaves, the lightcolours,
united.

What else can we do?

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The way colours can glow,
the way we grow, we
travel through all the cycles of a brain.
discovery, fascination, learning...
Death.

After death, the Afterworld.
The expansion of thought across all
possible universes.
Infinite alternate realities.

With a thought you can see
all the possible alternate lives,
all the threads of YOU.
And in the center of everything, your mind
sewn together, feeling all the threads.

You are eternal.

Where will you go, who will you be
next?

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, June 8, 2012

Some people see the
real me.

They find me and
tell me I have power,
so much power.
They say I haven't reached
my full potential for
healing people.

I heal by loving everyone.
It is intrinsic to the fabric
of my existence.
I can't and shouldn't
change that.

Some people are afraid
of my power
because they can't see their own.

They show me love,
admiration or friendship,
and then they suddenly
run from me.

They feel my love is too much.
I do not smother with kisses.
I do not mean to smother with words.
I do not tell lies.

I try to communicate,
to understand,
and to help
lost souls.

I can not be less
than who I am.
Their feeling of inferiority
is not my doing.

I wish people would learn
to look inside and find
the darkest parts of them,
the pieces that the world has
smacked, crushed, tried to demolish.
I wish they would turn those things
into light.
People can shine bright.
People can heal themselves
with light.
People can learn to see their own
power and that I don't
eclipse them.

My only wishes here
in this life,
are to learn and to teach
to love and be loved,

in simplicity,
in peace and serenity.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, June 3, 2012

The loneliness
of being a solitary star human...
sometimes it runs too
thickly through me,
instead of blood in my veins,
and I feel lost.

Tears pour down my face,
as if a waterfall of pain;
all of me there with them.

I fall
quickly
down
down
down
My mind screams
and
I stop.

I am surrounded by light
by compassion
by soft wings.
His face, long and familiar
radiates brightness and peace.
His dark loving eyes see ME.
The real ME.
I am enveloped and
my tears turn from
despair to bliss.

He is family of
my soul.
My Gabriel, my love.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, June 3, 2012

(Note: The following is only slightly fictional, in that I do not use a wheelchair.)

My legs, the pain...
I can no longer be supported.
I sit in a wheelchair.
I am encased in a plastic shell.
Blinded by the people I've experienced.
By the lies and truths I've been assaulted with.

When I'm in here I don't hear them.
I hear me.
I hear the music of the cosmos.
Tuning forks and the slow gentleness of the sweetest bells
sing to me of places we will once again all go.

I am safe here, alone.
My eyes no longer see.
I FEEL colours.
Each note of the song,
a different colour, dancing around me.
Each colour is a distant star
and each star a home I once had or will have.

I feel an image of one of the stars.
It is of me,
without pain,
an athlete of all dimensions.
Is this my past or my future?

This exhilarating image of a life lived
with a body which does not betray me...
A body which bends, twists, runs, dances, MOVES
as I no longer can...

Knowing that this me exists or will exist,
I accept that, and I accept this gift
of the colourful song.

The plastic shell around me dissolves.
Safe in the arms of my universe,
I fall gratefully into blessed sleep.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, November 5th, 2011

watch
as the Giants dance
at the Giants Dance
stones of Goddess shine
lifting all the grime
as you watch they
hold hands and
spin around as the
Moon looks down
sing and dance with them

wish you could
join with them
become them in their skin
feel the earth vibrate
as you carve your place
see them growing out
of the trees and the ground
drawing symbols in
the Goddess delicate skin
love letters to her
as this day they
hold their circle
open for her

- © Emburr Orion Starshower

Do we heal with green or
calm with blue?

Orange is an early autumn evening
The doorway between the trees inviting
The archway of leaves breeze-beckoning

How blue it is
How green it looks

How foreign the passageway through
Rainbow of leaves at your feet
Fuzzy tunnel of light surrounding you

Blue wind you feel
Greenery you see

Red moon is midnight
The jewel at the heart of the cave
Voices of ether call from her
Nations have sprung forth,
lived,
loved,
fought,
died for her

She is red as she is life
She gives you red to die
She is blue as she is love
She looks green where she lies

Night stretches towards morn
As you kneel your song is true
In a tongue you do not know
All too soon the journey is through

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, June 10/11, 2008

We are all the poisoned. We don't want to poison in turn. We want to be Greek-like and agape-love you, but we aren't sure if we can do that. That's because some of you are just so loud with words, and yet you say so little.

We feel our red blood changing colours from the breeze, from the ocean, and from the bread. We can't escape these things, and they are constantly changing us. We desperately close our eyes and fly our godlights to the stars. We drink of starnectar, hoping it is enough to slowly heal us of the poison. We dream of leaving these bodies fully and once more becoming stardust.

We don't know for certain exactly where these changes will take us but we know we will find sovereignty at the end. We came to Gaia to learn. We wish you would be with us. We wish you could open your eyes and become divine with us. We all live in a sphere heavy with water, with life. We live in the biggest school in the galaxy, and our truancy is shameful. Be alive. Become love itself! We promise you there is enough love for all to receive, as long as all give of it as well.

As we get closer and closer to the ends of these lives and the way that we are forced to live them, remember...remember when you were made only of pure energy. Remember when your neighborhood was made up of stellar atmospheres, stars, planets and other spacestuff - instead of stale dirty air, Monsanto monsterfood, houses and despair. Know that everyone and everything goes back to the source in perfect love, in perfect beauty and in perfect peace.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, January 7th, 2012

Protection for those of us who
earths angels we work to be.
Specifically my angels I call to my dreams,
when right now I go me to sleep.

Both eyes wide open,
both eyes light shut.
No one will drain
my etheric brain taut.

In the dreamtime I'm free
to play and learn out
whatsoever I chose
to then be my route.

This I will do
for me and for you.
This is as we
are not only two.

We are one,
we are many,
we are the individual,
and the plenty.

In all different ways
this light we do grow,
so that all of you, everywhere
should easily glow.

When to this world I wake,
one day I shall be
myself a full human,
and that human will speak.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, July 9, 2012

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"Who are you? You have angels here? Where?"
He spoke, and became intrigued.
She smiled softly, saying,
"Just look in my aura", and she became peace.

He saw every colour of her reflection,
in every pure and true shade.
His own colours smiled broadly,
and were merged with
hers to shine a blinding
sparkled hue,
as one rainbow soul,
in a mirror, yet not trapped.

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Those colours have drifted their mist
to the grass and have been slowly
melding and flowing as intensely confused
rainwater in all directions,
towards separate cliffs.

Will the magic stop to save,
to regroup, to rise and dance once more?
Or will the magic
fall to sink
into the continuously boiling ocean,
to renew, and to restore?

Here is change once more,
old adversary,
insistent teacher.

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So now once again she has been turned
inside out only to somehow have learned
to become further herself.

Will she cycle constantly,
metamorphose into
butterfly after butterfly, only
to be suddenly carried away from the
sweet breeze on a sudden gust of a
cold solitary timeless jet stream?

Will she
eventually
receive back what she does
give?

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, August 24, 2012

June 4, 2012
This life you are experiencing at this time is an illusion. You are not rich or poor by what your bank account looks like. You are not all alone if you are single. You are not limited by the intensity of being in love when you are in love. You have the ability to feel love for all. You are SPIRIT, more than anything else. You have a spirit family, guardian angels, who are with you always. They are in the Otherworld looking after you, and at the same time they are right behind you through everything. They send you information and energies to help you (not to do it for you) gain insight, so you can figure out what you need to do to better your life. YOU have to do this. Spiritual experiences can help, but God will not do it for you. If you are a wounded healer like me, It's important to spend a lot of time alone meditating / learning / reading. It's also important to be at least somewhat social, to experience and send love to people, and receive love. You must be ready to face anything, memories of your past, good or bad. You must clear your way through all of your experience, to come forward in light, ascending. It is in this way that I am currently moving towards being a pure light source of ❤ L ❤ O ❤ V ❤ E ❤

Devalue art and those of us who make it, and you are really only devaluing yourself. Because as much as you may not want to admit it, you really enjoy what we do. No, forgetting even that - you are OBSESSED sometimes by what we do! And so are we!

Everyone watches TV, movies, listens to music, reads, and admires visual art. We find things in these forms of entertainment which not only entertain us, but which make us FEEL. They can make us happy, make us laugh, make us sad and yet validated as, “finally, someone understands me”. Art can make us marvel at whatever new ANYTHING we learned about! Art constantly reminds us of our commonalities. It reminds us that in certain ways, when we have a chance to not worry about things like paying the bills, we are still childlike. We still enjoy beauty and fun. Art can make one feel truly alive when finally getting home from the tedious daytime grind. But if you are not an artist, you may not ever consider how much WORK, how much of an artists SOUL goes into their work. How many sleepless nights and tears went into that drawing they made or those words they wrote, which moved you to tears.

If you express to an artist how much you love their work, even if they are so worn down and exhausted by the emotional roller-coaster that inspired that work, they will probably smile. And even if you can’t see it in their faces, they are shining inside. Do you know what that tends to cause? Well, naturally, a happy artist is more likely to make happy art. And happy art makes everyone smile , without having to go through tears first.

(Thanks to the people of Inspire Art for inspiring this, and especially Anthony Spears.)

Feel free to join us @ the Inspire Art facebook group, whether you make art or not.

Sparkles float in the light
above us,
the sweetest smell of every
colour you never imagined.
Drops of shiny light-magic
fall to bathe us slowly,
safely.

The light shifts, growing outward, downward.

His wings move to
gather the moist faedust
around us.
He swings them around
to enfold, possess me.

The feathers, soft and warm,
I reach up to caress as his eyes
alight on mine.

There is no word
in any language,
for this connection,
this merging of souls.
I cringe to say love as
that word, for us, seems pale and small,
with most of the colour
dripped away...

Out of time this scene
happened, is happening, will happen.

This human I am now longs
to fully remember the richness of this,
the vibrancy of colour,
the brightness of pure emotion
here...

I will wait
patiently.
I will remember,
until once more he arrives.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, June 5, 2012

If I were a witch
from an olde faerytale,
I would conjure me up

a man who was happy,
a man who was bright,
a man with a heart both full
and of light.

a man who would match me in
love and in might...
My equal in all ways,
with me to take flight.

Now these words I have written,
these words you have read,
Are they not then a spell
that we open and send?

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, August 7, 2012

It starts with a set of eyes opening. Her eyes. But yet... these eyes are huge, and wall sized in front of her. They are almost horrifying by their presence, except they are familiar. They are all shades of brown and green. The eyes blink slowly, emitting a warm loving feeling.

She begins to breathe, and stands up. (Standing? Legs? What?) She watches, entranced, as between the eyes a soft white light starts to grow. The light grows until it is so bright she brings up a hand (A hand? What is that?) to shield her face. (A face? Well now I've experienced everything.) The light around the edges of her hand dims and she takes the hand away to see that the whiteness has become a deep indigo, and is in the vague, fuzzy form of a doorway.

The doorway opens. The form that steps onto the threshold has long arms, short stubby legs, a long spiky tail that hangs back over the doorway, and a face that is there one moment, and pure indigo light the next. The face is as mother one moment, and father the next. The beast has wide tipped claws attached to the ends of its arms and legs, on fat furry paws. it glows all shades from white to indigo. It's torso is one moment symmetrically rounded, and the next displays life sustaining breasts. It's body is one moment reptilian, and the next mammalian and furry.

It tilts it's head to one side and smirks slightly, not unkindly. "So it begins again", it says. It's voice is like bells, like a deep bass, and yet like the lower notes of a piano all at once. She starts to move towards it and the doorway, saying "What is beginning?", but it holds up one paw. "Not yet dear-heart. It really IS just beginning", and for just a moment it's face is transformed by existing as a grandmotherly, loving crone, and it smiles. She smiles back. "Do you remember what you have chosen? What must be, what must become, and how to separate the two?" She is confused and feels light headed. "I'm not sure. Everything is all muddled, the way I'm thinking. How can I ever be sure that what's happening was meant to happen, or simply only the results of my actions?"

The beast, the Keeper of the doorway answers, "Simple. You remember I am here and consult with me on a daily basis. It is, after all, why we decided I would guard this doorway. Why I keep and protect this for you". It reaches into it's chest and pulls out a book. On the cover are the words 'All Of The Secrets Of The Universe'. She gasps in surprise and wonder and reaches for it. The Keeper yanks the book back into it's chest to disappear, and chuckles, throwing it's head back. "Ahhh, silly girl, it's not to be read yet! Why do you know what would happen if you opened this book?!I'll tell you what would happen! Everything out there", it motions behind it, through the doorway, "would quite simply cease to exist! There is a time for everything, out there. Oh but don't be too disappointed. The time is soon." She nods thoughtfully. (wait, I have a head? What is a head again...?) "Ok. I trust you. You are, after all... who are you again?" The keeper smiles and all at once she realizes and giggles sweetly. "Oh. Right".

"Yes, don't fret love. Everything you ever need to survive out there is always in here", The Keeper holds out it's paw. "Are you ready?" "Yes." She smiles. "Now that I know you will always be in here". She grasps it's paw and together they step through the doorway.

- © Emburr Orion Starshower, July 2010