Chapter 60

Pure consciousness.

I drifted within a new, yet familiar, reality like a thought upon the wind. All knowledge and all memories of my past were at my disposal.

I’d evolved from a human body many eons ago, like a butterfly escaping from her metamorphic cocoon, and remained a secret until a prophecy—a plan—was complete.

Reincarnating myself, I created my own future body. Within my own womb, I harbored the new body which would eventually carry my own soul through the centuries. Upon birth, my soul moved from one to the other.

In all the ages that I have lived, I have only ever given birth to girls.

When the world was ready to evolve, however, I would give birth to a son. His birth would be the resounding lullaby that would bring a new song to the world.

The prophecy was now complete.

Populating the Earth with the seed of the ‘new human’, he and his children will bring forth the new race, a new people.

Remembering my purpose, I hovered above my children. Etching their beauty into my ancient memory, I prepared myself to enter my new body.

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The old woman watched as a silvery white light left Cassia’s body and twisted above her two stillborn babies.

Meandering over them, it moved towards the heart of the little girl. Caressing the spot where the white star would have emerged, the luminescent thread slowly moved away from the little girl and toward the little boy.

Saddened, the old woman realized that only one could be given the gift of life as she’d seen when Cassia’s body had been brought back from the dead.

Looking up to Cassia’s still expression, she shed a tear for her lost daughter.

Watching in awe as the cord of light moved over the body of the baby boy, the old woman waited for Cassia’s soul to enter his chest. Puzzled, the old woman observed as the snake of light writhed and rose high into the air in between the two babies.

A loud crackling noise suddenly pierced the air and the graceful light pulsated and grew exponentially brighter. The old woman stared in disbelief as the shining cable began to tear into two.

Dancing above the babies, the two silver threads suddenly descended and—one each—wrapped themselves around the babies. In an instant, both threads disappeared into the babies chests.

Both children inhaled at the same time and exhaled with a tiny cry. Tears of joy rolled down the old woman’s face as she picked up her grandchildren—both adorned with a six-sided white star upon the center of their chest.

Looking at the little girl, her head covered with black downy hair, the old woman smiled as the little one cooed. “Cassia would have wanted your name to be…Amy.”

Turning to the little boy, his eyes a rich brown and full of wisdom. “And you, young man, shall be named after your grandfather…Tanaka.”

Walking to Cassia’s vacant body, she leaned over kissed her daughter’s cheek. “I will keep them safe Cassia.” And turning to leave with the twins in her arms, the old medicine woman looked back and whispered. “Good-bye my daughter.”