Telescope “Memories”

I have a simulatinous multiple existance. Days that were never mine come to me throughout the ordinary walk of life. In one moment, it's early am. I'm putting away piles of laundry in my 1950s wood-trimmed, needs-new-carpet humble home. The next I'm on the side of an evergreen-laden mountain in a new-age cabin with a stage, a string of lights, a handsome stranger with an accoustic guitar, his lady with a microphone, and a tipsy but intimate audience. It's dusk and dreamy. I get the feeling, I know these people well and this mountainous town is home. I'm older here, more myself here. I never left folding my family's clothes. I feel cotton and the hustle of responsibility but I'm also here in this other moment looking at it through some sort of telescope. It's illogically familiar, metaphysically real and I smile carrying it's warmth in my chest.

Later, I'm out with my son at our neighborhood's run-down park in flat middle-America at a picnic table getting feasted on by mosquitos and feeling the weight of having to work tomorrow. But I'm also not. There's a blonde blue-eyed stranger in a 50s diner with a white leather jacket staring at me. He's as equally startled and frozen by my presence as I am by his. He's sitting on the retro table, his legs spread, elbows on his knees, feet on the cushoned red barstool and facing his friends but I can't see them. Only him. He's stopped talking the moment he saw me. I get the impression he's a "bad-boy." Our connection isn't romantic but it's strong. Soul-strong and as caught-off-gaurd by how unrelatable this world is to my interests, identity, age, and way of living, I feel calm. I feel love. I'm still supervising my son and being baked by the praire sun but I smile carrying this alternate-world connection simulatniously in my current being.

And I could tell you a million more. I can't predict when the veil between my multiple existance will happen. Sometimes it's multiple times a day, sometimes it's months apart. All I know is there are without doubt worlds within worlds and I don't fight them or seek them, I let them happen and enjoy both my primary being and all it's alternates. And something else I know? It's not being highly imaginative and I'm not the only one who experiences this. I call on us to feel soft about it, to observe it and live it, to love this life and know it's quite likely more than one.

-Jasmine @bysomegirl