As we enter this world, the surrounding light touches our face, yet again, we breathe as our immortal soul has transitioned yet again into this world.

Some believe that the soul dies as we draw upon our final breath... some believe we ascend to a beautiful place called heaven... and some believe we come back. I am one who believes the latter, for I know it all too well. Possibly what we believe, what we hold tight too in our life is what unfolds upon our deaths.

Yet, for some who believe... their soul existence transcends both time and space... We call it the old soul, the immortal soul. Many ponder upon past lives or deep time, some say things cannot be recalled but I know that they can. Many of us come to a place where we see what was lifetimes ago, tis a gift to remember, even the pain that can come to us from recall.

I have walked this earth many times, in many places and have met others who have as well. When you look into a persons eyes, even that of a young child, you can see what was. Age, true age can be seen through the eyes. I have stood and looked upon a little girl whose eyes appeared as old as time itself... Likewise I have met people who's words carried such wisdom though their age was not reflective of such knowledge. You see this is when the cards fall out onto the table, this is when one knows the ones who have glimpsed into deep time. The ones who learn from what lie deep within them.

The immortal souls can be felt and heard, even witnessed if one has the opportunity to glimpse into their eyes and into their souls.

Immortals ones, breathe, walk, share and then die... but death is only an illusion for the physical body weakens but the souls grow stronger and wiser with each transition. There are many whom I call messengers that walk upon this earth. Some are meesengers of stories hidden within the pages of what we call fiction. Some are messengers of their pantheons. Some are messengers for the ones who have yet to return... You will know them, you cannot escape that feeling that you feel upon reading their words, or hearing the words that come from their lips. You know what I speak of... the ones who make your body, soul and mind ... react... sometimes they give you that sensation of tingling.

Some things science cannot explain... Some things words cannot give meaning to... some things are just felt.

Our muses speak within us... who are they we sometimes wonder... for me, at times it is the deities, sometimes my muses are nothing more than my soul opening up while giving me a glimpse of the memories I hold, sometimes they are my guardians who hold my hand as I walk through yet another life... and oddly, sometimes my muses are those from this life that I have a bond with...the ones I feel.

Recently, I was taken on another journey in yet another place. Oddly this was an unfamiliar place and yet in the same instance a familiar one as well. I stood in front of what I believe to be a group of ancient elders... they were funny and yet so wise and powerful were these men that sat jovial behind a long blue, gold and silver marbled table. Faces of the past, the present and the future... Faces of the all. These ones all had white grey hair and many with beards... They bestowed upon me a grand gift just by allowing me to stand within their presence. They explained things to me which aided me in understanding certain elements that confused my soul. Strange, since that day only weeks ago I have seen and heard them numerous times. I think they too have become a spark within me, a muse if you will. Maybe now it is time for the elders to speak for they have walked this earth and we can see them as we turn the page of the books of the old and even within some of the new. You can feel them, see their faces chiseled into statutes, read their words held by wisdom, see their soul through artwork... Who were these men... men that marked our history, men that their works far surpassed both their age and their time. Maybe their time is over for the earth, maybe not but their wisdom has just begun... as the pages of time keep turning... Their words and insight keep flowing... The immortal ones...

There are times when we meet people or see a picture of in this life that we have never spoken to nor met but still we know them, people we bond to instantly, people that I believe were somehow always a part of our lives, a part of our deep time... a part of our memories... a piece of our puzzle.

I have met people that were without a doubt a part of my past... I know someone who can bring me to tears, make me laugh, motivate me, grab hold of me when I feel as though I am falling... In many ways we are alike, possibly, it is because we hold much of the same memories... So you see, I know that death is an illusion because I have spoken to and been surrounded by people that I have a connection and a deep bond with.... These ones have walked beside me throughout many lifetimes. You all know what it is that I'm speaking of because if we think for only a moment we can remember meeting someone along this journey that we just instinctively knew were a part of our lives long ago... It is a gift to know these ones who have walked the same road as us... the ones who have glimpsed upon a time that lay within us... These ones who know us and sometimes appear to know more about ourselves than we do. The immortal soul connection is a beautiful, powerful gift that should always be
cherished.

Ascend and transcend... rise above and go beyond... both within our immortal souls and mortal lives. The lessons are different but the message is often the same... ascend and transcend. We were, we are and we shall be again... Hold on to every glimpse given you, live to your fullest potential, listen to your pantheons, muses and guides. When you feel as though you are falling...just breathe and they will whisper their words through your soul... We are immortal souls.... We are strong and by The Gods we will stand and be heard ... What we leave behind in each life will be that which awakens us in the next...

Much Love,

Starrfire 

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