One night I went out to look at the stars. I was camping out in the back yard for that reason- stargazing. I love camping out in the backyard during clear summer nights. Tonight I was reading the stand by Stephen king until it got dark out side. If you are wondering how I was able to read in the dark, let me tell you….flashlight. I was also listening to a battery powered radio on my favourite indie rock station. Soon it got dark….boy does time ever fly by when you are reading Stephen king.
By the time I got out it was clear out side. I try to indentify every constellation as a challenge. And I would take my sweat time looking at them. Soon it was time to see the big dipper. That is when my favourite Jeniferever song came on, Ox-Eye. I can tell you what album that was and I own it, Spring Tides. That is their most powerful album and it talks about moving on in life. A great message for me, and fun music when startgazing.
Anyways, when I looked up to the Dipper, the Ox-Eye song was finishing. I heard their powerful ending lyrics and still know how to dance. With each word and beat the stars in the dipper seam to pulsate in brightness and intensity. My jaw dropped. Maybe I had too much curry chicken that night.
I then got back to the tent propped my pet puff Nurva in her nest and fluffed my pillow, got on the light and continued to read my book. While reading, I nodded off and had the strangest dream.
I was standing in the arctic tundra, in my PJ’s. it was unusually warm but there was snow all over. It is a clear night and I am seeing the dipper and its stars pulsate but an unknown beat. As if to music. Then the dipper dips in the sky and unleashes a green fire so intense it was crazy. So I was watching the northern lights and the dipper stars pulsate. Soon I hear a every strange voice talking in inuit. I don’t understand inuit but had to understand to get the meaning. Then wind howls as the unusual words repeat and I hear English. The words were translating themselves: “the loved ones that are gone are not really gone, they still watch over us.”
Soon I hear my mother call my name, “Shade, time to get up” from the window. My eyes snap open and I get ready for breakfast. I tell my brothers, my parents and even my dog that I had a dream like no other. At first they thought I was crazy until I said the words (in English) and they all thought that was very wise.
After breakfast I take down the tent, bring my bedding back to my room, as if nothing happened.
Soon I was painting a picture on a large canvas of a girl in Pajamas standing in the frozen Arctic tundra watching the northern lights and the dipper in the sky. I must of worked on it for days. I made sure every detail and every stroke was accurate. It took a week for the paint to dry, then I hung it up in my bed room. I hung it up somewhere where I would see it every night when falling asleep and when I would wake up. I wanted to be reminded of my spiritual dream.
One night when I was falling asleep I was looking at my beautiful pictures. Then my eyes got heavy and I passed out for the night. I only woke up to go to the bathroom. On the way to the bathroom I saw the ghost of my late grandmother.
I just saw her for a second before she disappeared into the night. Then I remembered the words the loved ones that are gone are not really gone, they still watch over us.
I returned to my room, and let sleep envelop me.
The next morning I was awoken by my father yelling and screaming about a small woman’s ring in his drawer. Angry I woke up and asked what was going on.
My father then shows me the offending ring and I look at it. I recognized the size as my grandmother’s size and took it away from him.
As I put it on my middle finger I see it. I take I good look at the ring: it was gold with five pink quartz. The way the stones were arranged made it look like a lotus flower. For the rest of the day I would sit in my room looking at it. My lotus flower.
By the time I got out it was clear out side. I try to indentify every constellation as a challenge. And I would take my sweat time looking at them. Soon it was time to see the big dipper. That is when my favourite Jeniferever song came on, Ox-Eye. I can tell you what album that was and I own it, Spring Tides. That is their most powerful album and it talks about moving on in life. A great message for me, and fun music when startgazing.
Anyways, when I looked up to the Dipper, the Ox-Eye song was finishing. I heard their powerful ending lyrics and still know how to dance. With each word and beat the stars in the dipper seam to pulsate in brightness and intensity. My jaw dropped. Maybe I had too much curry chicken that night.
I then got back to the tent propped my pet puff Nurva in her nest and fluffed my pillow, got on the light and continued to read my book. While reading, I nodded off and had the strangest dream.
I was standing in the arctic tundra, in my PJ’s. it was unusually warm but there was snow all over. It is a clear night and I am seeing the dipper and its stars pulsate but an unknown beat. As if to music. Then the dipper dips in the sky and unleashes a green fire so intense it was crazy. So I was watching the northern lights and the dipper stars pulsate. Soon I hear a every strange voice talking in inuit. I don’t understand inuit but had to understand to get the meaning. Then wind howls as the unusual words repeat and I hear English. The words were translating themselves: “the loved ones that are gone are not really gone, they still watch over us.”
Soon I hear my mother call my name, “Shade, time to get up” from the window. My eyes snap open and I get ready for breakfast. I tell my brothers, my parents and even my dog that I had a dream like no other. At first they thought I was crazy until I said the words (in English) and they all thought that was very wise.
After breakfast I take down the tent, bring my bedding back to my room, as if nothing happened.
Soon I was painting a picture on a large canvas of a girl in Pajamas standing in the frozen Arctic tundra watching the northern lights and the dipper in the sky. I must of worked on it for days. I made sure every detail and every stroke was accurate. It took a week for the paint to dry, then I hung it up in my bed room. I hung it up somewhere where I would see it every night when falling asleep and when I would wake up. I wanted to be reminded of my spiritual dream.
One night when I was falling asleep I was looking at my beautiful pictures. Then my eyes got heavy and I passed out for the night. I only woke up to go to the bathroom. On the way to the bathroom I saw the ghost of my late grandmother.
I just saw her for a second before she disappeared into the night. Then I remembered the words the loved ones that are gone are not really gone, they still watch over us.
I returned to my room, and let sleep envelop me.
The next morning I was awoken by my father yelling and screaming about a small woman’s ring in his drawer. Angry I woke up and asked what was going on.
My father then shows me the offending ring and I look at it. I recognized the size as my grandmother’s size and took it away from him.
As I put it on my middle finger I see it. I take I good look at the ring: it was gold with five pink quartz. The way the stones were arranged made it look like a lotus flower. For the rest of the day I would sit in my room looking at it. My lotus flower.