I had the most unexpected vision the other day in the shower. I saw this ancient royal court, some long-lost civilization in the times of Atlantis, back when there was advanced technology and the Earth communicated with many stellar civilizations which also waged war. I am this Queen of some territory in a palace made of some high-tech crystalline material, but it also feels like a long time ago.
Everything is silent, just dead silence because all of our court has committed suicide, in order of their ranks, and only the two of us remain there, the ruling couple. We know it is our Last Task, to finish this, but I am feeling cowardly to tear up my body with the crystalline dagger. I ask my consort if he could do it instead, and he says, “No,” and grips my hand that is holding the dagger, “You have to do it yourself. You have to learn how to do these things because in the times that are coming such skill will be needed.” And so I do it, even though my soul has an aversion to killing and wants to delegate it as “a man’s job” and looking back at history he was profoundly right, it did get significantly worse, and even back then we knew well there is a fate worse than death.
After that, there was only silence. Then, a golden sky craft came in with the invaders.
The vision left me unsettled, as my mind now ripples into my then-mind. It would have been so much easier if he had done it, would be easier even for him. But it was the right thing to do.
I feel more compassion, gratefulness even. I feel the foresight. And I want to say, “Thank you.”
