The Spirit of Morion
I possess a stone named Morion, which is more than a simple mineral; it holds a spirit. Our connection is profound and often manifests in the realm of dreams.
The Call and the Guide 🤲
Sometimes, I feel a distinct “call” from him - a silent, compelling wish to hold him as I sleep. On these nights, my dreams become unusual. He typically appears as a young man, acting as a guide through the landscapes of my dreamworld 💤
The Labyrinth of a Dream
Once, this guidance took a more intense turn.
In this dream, he was a shaman who led me into a dream within the dream, much like in the movie Inception.
The experience was disorienting and dangerous;
I became trapped, struggling to find my way back to consciousness 😵💫
My sense of self began to dissolve, and I could feel my dream-self’s eyes roll back as I fought to remember who I was 😶🌫️
The Anchor of a Name
To rescue me, Morion began to read from my own papers, pronouncing a name to anchor me 🗣️
But the name he called was not my current one, Kate, or even Katerina. It was an old name, a forgotten one: Helen.
When I finally woke up, my first conscious thought was a firm correction: “My name is Katerina” 🫡
The Awakening
Yet, upon fully waking, the significance of that old name and the entire ordeal became clear. It explained why I once felt the need for therapy regarding a sense of “not being invited to Earth”
The dream revealed the truth:
I was never an uninvited guest. I myself decided to come here.
And also because there are no “owners” here.
The realization was liberating. There is no “special” person awaiting me, nor is there a single destiny to fulfill from the outside. My purpose is not to find something, but to express something - to share what I inherently brought with me to show the people of Earth 🌎
And I reconsider why don’t I take the name Helen?