The girl on the edge of the forest

Yesterday I met a girl near the edge of the forest… she showed me where she lived and some of her clothes…

We talked about our lives… She said her people talked with people from other worlds, that they traveled out into the darkness above the sky

She told me of Stars and Ships… She said her people could remember everything that happened to them here… Remember their whole lives, their own birth…

She shared with me some of her experiences… before she knew of words… told me how it felt to arrive here and at the same time not really understanding what here was…

I told her that I sensed some of those things, a long time ago, but barely remembered them now… I said it was nice to meet someone who did the things I’d thought about

I told her some of what little I remembered… about growing up here… About feeling alone… about the farm. I told her about creating imaginary friends and how I’d pretend they’d go out to work with me… How together we’d talk about things… things I didn’t say to physical people

Then we talked about how our lives progressed and what we did as we grew… living as adults, our troubles and interests… What we experienced, what we were doing now… and in this we shared the same stories… the same fears and ideas… the same methods of coping with things, the confusion…

I left that evening and I thought, no matter how we start out here, no matter the differences, the talents and abilities… just being here seems to take it’s toll… We struggle with what we learn, with what we see, with what we feel… Its like some shared importance slips in here… something physical, tangible… and it confuses us… We struggle

We wrestle with an unseen, unknown, tangible… as strange as it sounds that’s the only way I can express it… It’s there… We all feel it. We all try and fix it…

We seem to forget how to be. As one thing after another goes… as one more piece of us vanishes from awareness… We disappear onto this planet…

We all begin the field trip as What we are… then through a process of elimination

We all end up being Who we are

We remember, we sense… some may still have their abilities… but we forget why. Everyone wanders wondering… and as everything found is lost again…We wonder again… Why