Anam cara

7 Gates to Essëa

“Eon, Aeon?” I couldn’t remember the exact word, but I knew what it meant. I was in control of the dreaming machinery for the first time in my life; at least this one.

I saw a lot of games after that, all of them from above. Some had lights and others were mazes. Other just incredible views and one in particular, a mountain. I know those places are special because that’s where I had my first great certainty. I have changed my name several times since then and I’m not planning to stop. Life after life this all gets so exciting. I’ve been so many things to this world. And of course, every time I pick a character, for a while, I get lost in it. Otherwise it wouldn’t be funny or completely fulfill the experience. Two complete journeys, one or two lives. You choose, you always can choose.

Now I am in a very very special moment of my life. I’m creating something brand new, and this time with a little more control than the others before this one. In the beginning it would all be like vague preferences and really strong desires mixed with dreams. I think I always had the advantage of being a daydreamer in this matter. Then I would start picturing things in my mind just to play around with them and then, sometimes sooner than later, all it would fall right into place. It was one of two things, or I was being able to see the future or either I was creating it. I wasn’t really sure why, but I realized early in every life that I could have anything I desire.

Then a clear realization came into my mind, right at the top of an argent mountain who knows where. I was already something else. I could change my face again and walk this earth under another form or almost the same vessel, yet the essence would always remain unchanged. Premonition or crafting, it wouldn’t matter by that time and it doesn’t really now, but I wanted to know more.

“Hi,” I said to the voice on the other side.

“Finally.”

“I could sense you would come.”

“It was about time.”

“Are you ready now?”

“What for?”

“You have become so much like them. You even feel like one.”

“I am,” I answered but he smiled softly, shaking his head. “You’ll see there are few feelings like this across the universe that I know of. And even though some would walk this and many worlds to experience something at least similar, it is always closer than what you might expect. I would lie if I say I wasn’t expecting you or if I said I didn’t plan for this because in my mind I found you a thousand times before running into you. And if someone would dare to say it was faith I would have to disagree because probably I created you, just as you created me.”

Silence has always presaged wanders ahead. And it was precise and necessary for me to really feel my answer to the inevitable following question.

“I just wanted to share all this with you once again. So tell me, are you ready?”

“I am.”

“I knew it, but rules demand for me to ask.”

“So…”

“Anon,” he said, already answering truly my one and deepest question; one we all will have to answer someday.

There was a moment of silence at the top as the sunlight pierced through the clouds. He closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment like sensing something in the air. Suddenly it all came back to my heart.

“And?”

“It all is,” I answered finally relieved.

“I knew it would also work with you,” he said smiling.

“This means…”

“Yes, we are free now.”

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