I remember when I landed.

I remember it clearly. My eyes slowly opened. Before me was a white wall. My hand lay in front of me on a pillow.

“So this is my hand this time. It looks so different from before. I am here.”

These thoughts slowly took form. They were the first thoughts to crystallize this time-this lifetime. I slowly rolled over in my new big bed. It felt like a giant cocoon similar to the dark one that I had journeyed to all of my destinations in.

A long hallway stretched beyond and the figure of a woman in a long gown appeared and slowly walked towards me.

“This is my mother this time. How did I get her as my mother? Look at her hair!”

I looked back at my hand, “This is nothing like before.”

My mother greeted me with a cheery, “Good morning,” as she swooped me out of my bed, into her warm, chenille clad arms. I loved this familiar feeling of warmth and security, yet today was different as it came with a sense of arrival. Somehow this warm secure feeling alerted me to a new awareness. This new awareness was of a strong desire to feel and experience ... what? I could not express it as thought, as expression and thought were yet to become completely connected in my new being. I only knew that it was a feeling of being everywhere and with everything, yet nothing. I knew that morning that this feeling was what I must discover, or perhaps re-discover, as I was certain that I had experienced it before. A long time ago - before any thoughts took shape; a long time ago, before my hand was formed.

My mother carried me down the hallway and turned into the lounge room, and then again into the kitchen. This had been the morning ritual, but this time it seemed to have more meaning because this time I had thoughts. I knew then that I must re-discover that experience that I could barely remember, yet absolutely
yearned for.

That day had clarity like no other.

I had definitely landed in this time.

Thud.