Deja and the Daffodils
by Tracy Chiles McGhee
Deja Bloom stepped gently across a field of wild daffodils. The air she now breathed was untouched by the heaviness of unrest, sickness, and decay that she had left behind after a journey that seemed both long and sudden. This was her new world, humming with vibrant frequencies only she could fully understand. As she moved down the hill of this beautiful landscape, she remembered her old life on Earth, a world scarred by greed and wounded by ceaseless wars. As a designer and maker of clothes, Deja had always sewn intention into each garment, embedding her treasures with messages of peace and joy. She was also a Kemetic yoga practitioner which allowed her to access ancestral wisdom, aligning body and spirit to guide others toward healing and awakening. Her work was a waterway to freedom.
When consciousness on Earth began its rapid ascension, chaos tried to smother the light. Guided by dreams vivid with ancestral visitations, Deja discovered her lineage was both that of the Frequency Holders and the Memory Keepers. Her DNA, encoded with ancient teachings and sacred geometries, were activated within her. As her yoga practice flowed into voice immersion, she knew it was nearing the time for her destiny to be fulfilled.
She remembered clearly the final night on Earth. She had wrapped her skirt tightly and laid down to rest and meditate. She had closed her brown eyes and relaxed into deep breaths. Soon she began to ride the frequencies, her consciousness spiraling upward and outward. Vibrations of liberation surged through every cell of her body, catapulting her through notions of time. She faced adversaries who fed on human suffering, dark beings and warlords cloaked in artificial intelligence, and energies that clung desperately to the old frequencies of fear. They used every tactic imaginable to try to extinguish her awakening yet her fight was not waged with outward weapons. Instead she deployed her clear thoughts and found strength and elevation in the powerful vibrations reverberating from the crystal bowls that encircled her with love. She began to break through the walls of the stone reality, leaving behind a crumbling world and emerging into a meadow filled with dancing daffodils.
Deja surveyed her new home. As she glided over the grass, each path of her skirt told stories of majesty and glory, every patch containing keys to humanity’s healing. She knelt among the golden blooms to show reverence, placing her palms upon the warm surface. She felt the hum of the land respond, accepting her presence and the memories and wisdom she carried.
Her purpose clear, Deja Bloom began constructing spaces where sound baths would soothe souls under starlit skies. She created garments that held the energy of both new beginnings and ancient wisdom. Then she called forth her people because no one should exist alone. Soon, others answered the call to join her.They awakened from their spiritual slumber, consciousness rising like waves, guided by the Frequency Holders and the Memory Keepers. They came. Hundreds. Thousands, Millions. Billions. Stepping onto fields blooming with limitless possibilities, Deja welcomed them all. With tears of joy, she twirled around and around in that magnificent skirt in a bed of daffodils. Finally her people, her people, were free at last!