I awoke on a floating bed in a hotel room with a soft, white sheet ever so gently suspended over my body. It must have been five-star because it was a lot classier and more welcoming than the Welcome Hotel. I examined the sheet up and down to see how they'd got it to float, but after a few minutes gave up trying and enjoyed the little lie-in instead.
I was wearing a white onesie and white socks. I could see a pair of white shoes, slightly suspended from the floor, across the room. Now that I think of it, everything in Lemuria that wasn't nailed down was slightly suspended on a thin cushion of air.
A tiny, bell-like sound chimed and a soft female voice requested permission to come in. Using my vocal chords, I responded. The wafer-thin door slid open. It was Solari, carrying a tray, laden with a magnificent array of food.
'I hope you slept well!' she beamed.
'Like a baby!'
'But you are a baby!' she laughed. 'In your fancy onesie! From now on I'm going to call you Baby, just as you do in your songs!'
'Wuow! Is that a genuine pot of Lemurian coffee I see before me?'
'Not coffee as you know it, but the wheelies tell us that it's better than their own brew at home!'
She placed the breakfast tray on the crystal table by my bed.
I checked her shoes. Yes! She was walking on air, but it was hardly noticeable, as her feet were ever so slightly suspended from the floor!
'I had a wonderful dream!' I exclaimed, as I glided out of my floating bed, sat and stretched. 'I mean, it was nothing extraordinary or even memorable. But why was it wonderful? Because I could see myself. I actually knew I was dreaming! Do you know what I mean? It was such fun just to watch myself dreaming!'
'I'm so happy for you, Jordan. That's lucid dreaming. We learn how to do it as children. It helps you to understand that life itself is a dream.'
'And is it a dream? Life?'
'You could call it that, yes. A lucid dream. We have an old saying here in Lemuria, Know your dreams and you will be ready for death. Except, we don't actually call it death.'
'What do you call it?'
'We call it retUrn. Noun and verb.'
'When I was a student, I had this dream once that I was at a lecture on the Periodic Table of Elements. Anyway, the seven noble gases, Argon, Krypton, Xenon and so on, they all left the chart and starting dancing on the lecturer's desk. What I didn't realise is that some new elements, or pairs of elements, began to show up, dancing away on the desk. It would have been the scientific discovery of a lifetime. But I forgot everything when I woke up, and in my rush to get to a lecture on time, even forgot that I'd had the dream! Do you have a Table of Elements in Lemuria?'
Wrong question. She was blocking her thoughts. Then I got what was coming to me.
'My dear Dr Jordan,' she responded, with a sardonic smile, 'you'll just have to dream a little more lucidly next time, won't you?'
'Sorry. I should have known better than to ask. The thing about the dream, though, was that immediately on waking up, before I actually forgot the contents of the dream, I wished that it was I who had discovered those new elements and not the professor at the desk. What I'd overlooked was the fact that the professor was actually me, my creation as part of my dream.'
'In exactly the same way, my dear, everything in life, everything in the dream of life is you.'
'Wow, now that is a thought to ponder! But I'll just have to park it until I've had at least one strong cup of coffee!'
'But first things first, Baby. Let us greet the dawn together! Shall we? A little meditation will stimulate your taste buds and help you to activate and clear your chakras. It will enable you to focus with gratitude on the influx of vital energy you receive from your food. It will also enable your body to benefit in the best possible way from the interaction between you and its life-force. All right? '
'Well, well, well, with a trade-off like that, how could I refuse? Will the coffee still be hot when we get back?'
'Oh, you of little faith.' She ushered me out to the balcony.
'We are grateful to the sun, the source of our food,' she announced, addressing the blue sky, 'and we are grateful to our food. Without the sun, there would be no food.'
She turned to me, looking into my eyes.
'When you are grateful to your food and drink, your body is energised by the interaction. Just like yesterday. I could see your body changed when you said thanks to the water you drank from the lake!'
'The elixir of life!'
The sun began to rise magnificently over the horizon.
'We are all sunlight,' she said. Sunlight, sunlight. It was as if she were chanting inside some kind of an echo-chamber.
'Atlanteans, Lemurians, everybody, all species, everything, everywhere. Isn't it wonderful?'
Wonderful, wonderful...
'And of course, we are the stuff of stardust, those dancing elements on your beloved Table.'
As we stood facing the sunrise, she sang gently, vocally. The words of the song resembled some ancient, mysterious language. For a few moments, I thought I would just float away, like a bubble, all the way across the misty landscape into the rising sun, into the very sun itself, where I would burst like an exploding star into a shower of sparkling light. She told me it was a song about the sun, about sunlight, love and light.
My eyes were smarting with tears as I thanked her. She bowed gracefully and told me that she and Xendo would be waiting for me in the lobby.
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