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August 26, 2010
I am resting, lying down on my back looking at the ceiling with extreme hunger pangs. I notice some sun rays coming through the window and see these floating particles that sparkle brightly as they pass. They donít descend downwards but seem to have their own volition.

Am I made of these same particles that could possibly be cosmic dust?

Iím feeling the inner power and life inside of me flowing as I look at my hands as though for the first time.

Why do we have lines on our palms; to mark our many soul journeys within the Universe?