A woman sits peacefully in the meadow watching storms start to form in the North.  She knows that what Earth is showing her is a reflection of her own storms forming deep within.  She has felt them coming for some time now.  And she is ready.

Her heart picks up a rhythm which begins asking her to move, to breathe, to remember.  And she does.  She knows it is her time.  She has seen this day many times before in her visions when she is alone and still and silent.  She recognizes the tightness in her belly which helps her summon the courage she knows will be required of her now.

She closes her eyes and lets her mind take her back to the time of First Knowing.  She was so young, then.  And she was free.  Her days were spent laughing, playing, and creating from deep inside herself, worlds that were magical and loving and so beautiful.  The Earth knew her well and Loved her deeply.  They played together endlessly in the wind and the rain and the sun and the snow.  Often this young being would lie flat on her Earth Mother, feeling the breath she shared with her beloved planet.  And they would breathe together for hours.

When the Changing Times came, she was unsure at first what was happening.  What she knew to be true in her beautiful world, all the wonder she carried within her, slowly began to shift.  It shifted into something unrecognizable to her small being.  She was forgetting.  She was becoming anxious and more reserved.  She began to be afraid - to speak, to laugh, to spin wildly around and around as she so loved to do.  The looks and stares of the Others suddenly felt threatening.  And she began to hide.  She hid so well that she could no longer remember the feeling of being free.  And the forgetting lasted until today, the day of the storms forming in the North, and on the inside of the now-grown woman.

Her life up to this point had revealed a series of periodic glimpses of that other world, her world, which she loved so much.  These glimpses alternately thrilled and terrified her.  She let them pass as swiftly as they came and worked hard at whatever tasks were at hand.  She married, had children, and tried to be happy.  But the questions never ceased in her mind.  The anxious feeling that she was missing something would linger on and on.  She studied and asked questions of others and found that they too knew that something was amiss, and yet they also had found no answers.  And then something happened, something wonderful…

Going about her routine one cloudy, fall day, she overheard part of a conversation.  It went something like this:  ”You are a spark of Divine Consciousness.  You are not separate from anyone or anything here on Earth.  It is all You.  Your connection to the Divine is assured; it can never ever be broken.  And you are so deeply Loved.  You came here to experience, to play, to feel.  You no longer need to control any aspect of your Life.  Simply allow it to unfold before you.  Feel your way now.  Let your mind rest as you will need very little thinking where you are going.  Be present to What Is - and you will find freedom.”  And there it was.  The thing she had forgotten.  Freedom.  As she listened to the words, her body was flooded with Knowing.  She was remembering that which she had put away so very long ago.  She remembered her deep Love - of herself, of Life, of Earth.  She remembered what mattered most to her - the open, expanded sense of her own Heart.  And she remembered who and what she was - a beautiful, limitless Being playing in a beautiful world of form.

In a flash, the conversation was over and she felt herself hurtling back to her current reality.  She held herself very still, and let herself feel her feet on the Earth.  Her Earth.  She could find only wisps of that feeling, that feeling of her True self, that feeling which to her meant freedom.  She knew now more than ever what it was that was missing.  And she knew that she would find it again, and this time, for good. 

And now here today, as she watched the storms gathering in the sky, she knew that it was time for her to reclaim her Life. It was time to take back that which she had given away, and reunite with all the parts of herself she had denied and hidden all these years.  The storms inside were insistent now and urging her onward, onward toward Wholeness, toward peace, toward joy, and most of all, toward freedom.  As the wind began to blow with more and more strength, she could feel the Earth supporting her in what she must do.  She stood up and turned toward the place she had mistakenly called home for so long.  It was time to truly come Home.  It was time for her own Awakening.  And she was ready…