The Temple Priestess

These new musings are in the process of being made into a book, I'll post new snippets every few weeks: enjoy! I'd love to hear your comments too:


“…it’s like a dream, no end and no beginning…”
-Madonna, AD 1990
A Spy in Suburbia:
The Temple Priestess Chronicles: Story 1:
Part I
AD 2004
I’m walking down a corridor with roughly hewn columns and fountains surrounding the entrance to this particular corridor. I am wearing a thin, white gauzy-type material that drapes along my waist, with a belt of beautiful golden coins. I notice their sing-songy clinking as I walk along. I have long, dark, wavy hair covering my torso. I enter a small bed-chamber that is beautifully adorned with fresh flowers along the pillows resting on a raised mat… A male server approaches me…urgency in his voice…I toss, gasping, what’s going on…some riders from the North attacking…

I awake with a start. Anxious from the clarity of this nightmare, I try to throw it off and go back to sleep.

Later that week, I start having spontaneous waking memories of a past life as this temple priestess. Well, primarily when I am awake and a few while I am dreaming at night. It runs like a movie in my head at various times throughout the day. The first few weeks, it comes in small snippets, a scene here and there. Some days, I’d see it as an observer, watching it as from a distance, and some days, I’d be the head temple priestess experiencing all the emotions as if it was occurring yesterday. These initial memories were fascinating and uplifting; transporting me to a culture that was serene, community-oriented and peace-loving. I am so intrigued by the details in these memories that I begin a diary, writing down the snippets of memories and insights into that culture as they arose....