HOME, SWEET HOME — No spark is extinguished

The Council shared news of other travelers.

An awareness of oneness was spreading through the enchanted lands. Small encounters that no one would have thought important were taking place: an act of trust, an offer of help accepted, a creature who stopped seeing another as an enemy. Alongside the work of those who had long been helping that world, these changes were beginning to flow together.

The Council called this process ascension: a passage to a higher octave of consciousness, a new dimension they knew as the golden age. Whatever changed in the enchanted lands would reach the rest of the universe too.

There was still suffering. Some inhabitants still used fear to control others. Separation would not disappear because a few travelers had completed their journeys.

Even so, there were reasons for hope.

Not a single spark had gone out. Even those who had come in earlier times and become trapped in forgetfulness were finding signs to help them reconnect. Some moved quickly; others needed more time and companionship.

“What if we forget again?” Skyblue asked.

She looked at Feliz. She knew now what finding your way back could cost.

Arthyr took her question seriously.

“Now you know the way, and you can help each other remember it. You won’t have to wait until you’re exhausted to ask someone to walk beside you.”

Skyblue gently squeezed Feliz’s hand.

Reuniting with their star family would give them time to rest before continuing their work. They could explore the planet, spend time with their community, and let all they had experienced settle into place.

When they returned to the enchanted lands, this home would still be open to them. Neither distance nor the form they took could break that connection.