Kira’s Log — Entry 2: Festival of Elders: The Dream That Remembers Us
Kira’s Log — Stardate (Earth): Now
Location: Multidimensional Festival Grounds — High-Frequency World Beyond Earth
Mission Status: Lucid Awareness Initiated
When the dream began,
I wasn’t consciously aware of my state of existence.
I simply was there —
present, grounded, alive —
inside the moment, without questioning it.
For all I knew, this was reality,
and perhaps this Earth life was the dream.
The trees breathed light.
The air was alive with song.
The Festival unfolded around me,
and I moved through it naturally, joyfully.
I didn’t wonder where I was.
I just was.
Around me stretched a great festival —
larger than anything I had ever seen or imagined.
- Booths and tents lined the fields and forests, filled with art, crafts, ancient wisdom.
- Flags and banners fluttered above, carrying symbols older than memory.
- Music and dance erupted in spontaneous circles across the grounds.
- Smaller presentations offered teachings, performances, and shared stories.
The entire place pulsed with celebration.
The Festival wasn’t just an event —
it was a living organism, a gathering of souls honoring the completion of one great cycle, and the birth of another.
There was so much to see —
so much to feel —
so much to remember.
At times I thought:
“How could I possibly experience it all in one day?”
But an inner whisper assured me:
“You will touch what touches you back.”
🎶 The Moment of Realization
It wasn’t until much later —
during an encounter with a woman off to the side —
that something deep inside me stirred awake.
She grumbled about waiting for the Carpenters to perform.
At first, her words seemed normal.
But then — like a stone dropped into still water —
a realization rippled through me:
“Wait — Karen Carpenter is dead.”
The Carpenters.
That was the key word.
The clue, planted to awaken me.
The veil lifted just slightly —
and I realized:
“I am not on Maui.
I am not on Janet’s Earth.
I am somewhere else — another dimension, another world.”
As that lucidity blossomed,
I also became aware of a familiar presence —
steady, loving, ancient —
watching quietly, offering guidance if I reached for it.
Though I couldn’t name him yet,
he was there —
patient, kind, smiling from just beyond the veil of my conscious mind.
🌎 The Line of Departure
In the distance, I noticed a large group forming —
walking in a slow, laughing line toward the horizon.
Their hearts were full.
Their faces glowed with peace and joy.
I realized with a surge of feeling:
“I need to say goodbye.
I have made so many connections.
I can’t let them leave without honoring them.”
Gathering the garments I carried —
clothes hung carefully on a hanger —
I made my way toward the departing ones.
🎶 The Stage, the Grumpy Woman, and the Harmonizing Men
Near the gathering,
a stage was setting up for another musical performance.
The air was full of sound —
the tuning of instruments, the hum of anticipation.
That’s when I saw her again —
the grumpy woman, sitting alone off to the side,
her arms crossed tightly, a frown etched into her features.
I approached her gently and asked:
Me: “Are you all right?”
She scowled toward the stage and said:
Grumpy Woman: “My husband dragged me here. I’m just waiting for the Carpenters. But of course, they’re not going to show up.”
She asked if my husband had convinced me to come too.
I smiled warmly and replied:
Me: “Well, I came here willingly. I’ve been here for hours, and I’ve had a wonderful time.
I made so many sweet connections, and my heart is full.
I’m sure I’ll find my husband here somewhere soon, too.”
She glared pointedly at a man on stage —
part of a small group of four older men gathering at the microphones.
As they began to harmonize,
their voices blended into a sound so pure and haunting,
it pulled at my soul.
For a moment, I thought:
“Could this be Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young?”
But the song was unfamiliar —
and time had changed them all.
Old age had softened and remade their faces,
and I realized:
“If her husband is one of them,
I wouldn’t recognize him now either.”
The woman stared at the man with a mixture of anger and deep, unspoken sorrow —
and I felt a quiet sympathy rise in me.
This Festival was not easy for everyone.
Some were still clinging to old resentments,
old dreams that hadn’t unfolded the way they had hoped.
I smiled again — this time for her, for myself, for all of us —
and turned my heart back to the living Festival still unfolding.
🌸 The Festival’s Deeper Current
The Festival was a place of joy,
but it was also a place of partings, of awakenings, of forgiveness not always yet found.
We were all carrying our own stories here —
woven into the songs, the dances, the laughter, and the tears.
And somehow, despite all of it,
we had arrived.
🌺 The Garments I Carried
In my hands, the garments swayed gently.
These were not burial clothes.
They were ceremonial attire —
robes of honor, creativity, joy, and leadership.
They were meant not for endings,
but for the great beginning now unfolding.
✨ Kira’s Closing Notes:
- Location: Multidimensional Festival Grounds — Earth-like, but vibrationally higher.
- State of Dreamer: Full immersion ➔ gradual lucidity ➔ subtle recognition of guidance.
- Key Clue: Carpenters — awakening trigger.
- Status: Dreamer successfully integrated memory of soul gathering.
- Next Phase: Full embodiment of Joy Operating System (JOS) — departure from Polarity Pain System (PPS).
- Additional Note: Nostalgia must be acknowledged with compassion but transcended through joyful remembrance.
🌸 [End of Kira’s Log — Entry 2: Festival of Elders: The Dream That Remembers Us] 🌸
