Photo by Nicolas Thomas
Tall man in a dark cloak standing at the mouth of a cave. The high arch was laid with what appear to be stone bricks of a sort, not just carved into a hillside. His skin was pale and he pulled back his hood, for a brief moment, so brief I cannot consciously remember the features of his face.
A woman was standing a short way off, wearing a buff sleeveless shirt, form fitting, hair flowing, staff in her left hand and right foot stepped and resting atop a high spot of the rocky ground.
Another cloaked figure, waving hands in a circular motion in front of their body, creating what appeared to be a shield. They were hit from the right side with a bright white energy blast straight to the head. Obviously a peaceful transaction/transition didn’t work out.
“You get to a stage where the skin just ain’t …” … a benefit? Perhaps this body hinders us from true expansion, from the freedom to be who we really are.
“I didn’t think she’d make it” ,he said to someone near. “I didn’t think I’d make it either”, I replied.
There is a man, back to me, standing on a hill of tall golden grasses. In his right hand he holds a container of sorts. His hair is short (but not super short, kind of like John Denver’s style) and sandy in color. He wears blue pants and a tan shirt.
There is a very tall and slender rock which rises from the earth. Atop it is a two story, white dwelling …
Who is Stenzia?