I close my eyes, and I'm floating suspended in Earth orbit.  I don't understand how anyone can believe that it is empty here...behind me, and in front of me, and through me, there are constant impressions of craft...objects of different kinds...and different sounds.  Deep voices, sighing, whispering at different rates, some slow, some fast...and beeping.  All watching, all waiting.  Some waiting for the time to implement help and discussing things with others from their planets; others merely observing.

I look down, and am amazed to see lines of blue-white light overlaying the planet.  Looking more intently at some of the different lines in turn, I suddenly get a flash of a South African family living among piles of rubble of some kind.  Another flash, people standing around a fire in an oil drum, talking to each other.  Another flash, and a cityscape with people walking back and forth along a busy urban street, going to different places.  Yet another flash, and a man and his son standing together on a beach, with the scream of the seagulls and the smell of the salt air, and the gold of the man and son's auras blending with the dawn light around them.  We have such a beautiful planet.  I close my eyes, floating there, and can hear such a tremendous chattering murmur...the sound of radio stations beyond number, and even voices from the internet...words in text can carry the sounds of the mental voices themselves, which I can hear  from up here.  I feel tremendous love for this place...I know I am not from here, yet I came here so long ago that I am unable to remember what original home was like...and so the Earth is the only home I've ever known, effectively.  If only they would realise how special they are...at this time, the attention of much of the rest of the Universe is on them!  I am not of this family...it has been my privelege to exist here for a time, and although I will miss this place, the moving on is also to be valued.  There are new places to be experienced, and I have been in this one long...perhaps too long.  There is so much to take in...though I have time beyond counting, do I still have time for it all?

The feeling of expectation is greater now; things are moving more quickly.  It is as though everything has accelerated.  We are leaving soon...already the baggage is being collected, and family members are kissing each other goodbye to go to varying gates and terminals.  There is grief for some, as they know it will be final, but for the most part also a realisation that what must be, must be for the good of all.  Some will go together...most will go alone...or at least so it will seem from the framework of their current experience.  It is a time for the breaking of many fellowships.  When the airport stands empty, what comes next for those who have been there is beyond any of us to now see, as it is so radically different from all we have known...it will be an entirely and completely new adventure.

I know I come here often, though I do not always remember it.  I love the feel of cool air currents which somehow exists here...apparently the vacuum is not empty, or at least not here.  I love listening to the chatter and monitoring the energy from below and around me here.  More than anything else, there is the feeling and the remembrance from it that I am never alone.

Amazing Petrus...

Thank you.

PUL,
Cosmic_Ambitions