We played what if every night before bed. It was our ritual, and the days couldn’t go by fast enough. Dinner was hurried and we had no time for television. Even when mom kindly offered up an additional hour. For cleaning our plates.

Each of us named our regrets, who we might kiss when given that one chance? Tadpoles, mice, even rabbits we would have allowed life to fulfil their evolutionary destiny. Hands clasped we quietly prayed to the universe master of human design, offering a genuine and diplomatic request to travel. Often written and theorized about, we undoubtedly believed the tunnel of travel to past lives and experience was indeed a viable appeal of good cause, however self serving and selfish. Even self proclaimed house of the holy are all self serving – no? We then convinced ourselves of our impending sainthood. Especially if our request was granted.

Whether Genie or Spirit, it made no difference. Just that our wish came to fruition. And off we ventured through time, suns, stars, and civilization. The freedom to explore, the ability to change.  Don Juan was our guide, opened the portal, and awakened our senses at great acceleration throughout the dimensions. the curriculum began quickly within a circle of past and present. Cosmic correlations filled our visionary textbooks as lessons came and faded. The kiss was no longer relevant. Perhaps we were not as well?

Savor the memories as adolescence was gone forever. The youthful questions and transgressions no longer valid as you have now arrived and able to expand consciousness far beyond your mortal peers. It was time to make peace with the now and all journeys stored in the mental hard drive bank of forever.

But there was no forever. The bitter pill of reality. There is no return, only time to reconcile the truth of where you stand and hope you have the same opportunity tomorrow. Reality is mortality. We must make peace.