Paisley Park - by Thomasina Kundalini

High on Your Grass (A Sighting at Paisley Park) 8.14.00

You open your place to us, we, the on-looker of stars and you make us feel at home. It recently gained new meaning as i found myself high upon your grass.

I've never seen the Northern Lights shimmer like they did. The Solar Winds blew...that light. Like a dusting of iridescent flower, drifting on the breeze. We were underneath it, shielded by some invisible dome (the magnetic-sphere). Luminescent particles drifted and swirled over it. Some were translucent. I could feel the arc and girth of the Earth. The lights became my ceiling, and your lawn a make-shift bed. My body sunk to Earth, my spirit flew through the magnificence over head. Watching it's dance made me high, though my flesh was on the ground. The gift of the Borealis i finally had found.

Some say this omen means there are magical things to come. I say the omen IS magik. Lying on those dew covered blades, i held my arms to the sky with the tips of my fingers trine. The pyramids of the Park echoed the shape of my hands and followed the gaze of my arms. Forming a site, i looked straight off the tips of my fingers into the sky. The pinnacle of my sky was a star. one star.. i believe within Orion's belt. A star that calls to me ' home.' It was the peak of our great omni theater. In time, the ceiling seemed to come down around it, and lights began appearing from every angle (not just the north). Metallic winds brushed across the bowl making indescribable patterns. Moving in waves. Alive, like specters. It was god like. If there were ever angels, i was seeing them here. And for the others that had laid down with me - some had sat up quickly, as if their guts were being pulled on a roller coaster and they could not take the ride. I even heard some shriek. The spectacle was a rush. I found i was with others, getting high upon your grass.

Me? I was speechless. I was motionless. I was Amazed. Arms straight to the sky...you know that i cried. Streams of tears, relentless. The most hypnotic sky i have ever seen. It was, undoubtedly, magik. We were a part of the heavens.. and my love was converging upon them. Graced with this sight...can you blame my urge for praise?

I recognize the wisdom here and am grateful. You are magikal, dear one. There is god stuff between us. May you be well, and may you have been looking thru some window that night. Out of the fortress of Paisley, knowing why we were lying there, high upon your grass.

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