Howl me another...

What would Love do?

Dr. Dream asked this poignant question towards the end of our Galactivation Experience on the Winter Solstice/Full Moon/Lunar Eclipse.

We interlocked. Intertwined. Interwove ourselves altogether. Forming a labryinth out of paired Merkabas as we laughed, giggled and connected throughout the night.  The scent of Celestial Bliss still lingering in secret spots only kisses could uncover.

Then, something happened.  A journey, a ceremony, a celebration...................................
.....................more more more.............................
.............................................................no end to the night.........................

I could feel the small pools of water and the dampness seeping in through my two pairs of socks.  We all rushed out to see the brilliance of the Moon and I passed by the piles of shoes with a slight air of indifference. My toes would berate me later.

The clouds created a veil but the outline of Her spherical presence in the night sky could hardly be ignored...let alone hidden.  We gazed up in awe and with the recent love activation, we were engaged in a more conscious way, one that I felt a familiar resonance with.

Words were spoken in hushed tones.  Laughter certainly plentiful and a deep sense of community in such abundance, it swirled us all into a sweet aromatic oblivion...all one could do was make a silent wish that it would never leave...that feeling of Oneness and Love.

First, we focused on removing the slight sheet of clouds in a collective stance. That veil between the worlds that came in the form of the cloud covering.  We were cloaked.  We became lifters of the Veil. We became Love without limit.

Then, someone howled and it became an after midnight symphony of yips, screeches and giggles.  The end result was our gracious Host standing naked before us waving his towel to get our attention and requesting an end to our coyote concert.

"You're Gorgeous! Wooo hhoooooo!"

And then he was gone, our stifled laughter of being scolded followed him back into the house...

A small circle was then formed and our hands instinctually came altogether.  An outer circle followed and like a snake we encircled closer and closer until we were huddled in a glorious spiral.  A standing cuddle puddle that swayed back and forth in the cool night.

He and I howled together as we stood side by side.  And as the circle formed, our hands were like magnets and once merged, they did not want to let go of one another. As we stood in our warm communal embrace, synchronized together...breathing together...dancing as One...he interlaced his fingers with mine and I realized at that moment I didn't want him to let go...ever...

So, we danced and traveled outside of time...gathering others here and there...those that were trying to leave in a futile attempt only to become part of our warm embrace...

What struck me was how dream-like it felt while feeling real. Being lucid in a dream, only it's not a dream. It's both...and the warmth of his hand, how it grasped my own, felt like it had been there before...and it left an imprint..................

it echoed things to come, the destination unknown...