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WEAVE DREAMERS: LEARNING TO BE GRATEFUL The Inca considered a child who survived a breech birth (buttocks or feet first) to be a Holy being. Lucy had entered the Earthly plane this way just in time for the party on New Year’s Eve, 1964. Lying in her incubator, realizing that she was back in a body that was going to take some time to mature, she wasn’t feeling particularly shamanic; more like hung-over. Sore, tired, groggy, barely able to recall why she had come here again—for comfort, she thought of the words to one of her favorite songs: Come hear Uncle John’s Band by the riverside, Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide… Lucy had been here before. She had lifetimes of experience on which to base the next chapters in her soul’s story and she and her record keepers, who she referred to as the Cosmic Comedians , decided to have some fun with it: A Mystical Mystery. They wrote an elaborately interwoven play that incorporated her closest friends, and sent them all to Earth to decode a story which would reveal itself along the way through signs, symbols, songs, and synchronicities. The Cosmic Comedians teased her: Hey, Lucy…you’ve been down there so many times before and you STILL haven’t ‘figured it out’—This time we’re going to spell it out for you. It is time for you to learn to be GRATEFUL. This is her story.
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WEAVE DREAMERS: LEARNING TO BE GRATEFUL The Inca considered a child who survived a breech birth (buttocks or feet first) to be a Holy being. Lucy had entered the Earthly plane this way just in time for the party on New Year’s Eve, 1964. Lying in her incubator, realizing that she was back in a body that was going to take some time to mature, she wasn’t feeling particularly shamanic; more like hung-over. Sore, tired, groggy, barely able to recall why she had come here again—for comfort, she thought of the words to one of her favorite songs: Come hear Uncle John’s Band by the riverside, Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide… Lucy had been here before. She had lifetimes of experience on which to base the next chapters in her soul’s story and she and her record keepers, who she referred to as the Cosmic Comedians , decided to have some fun with it: A Mystical Mystery. They wrote an elaborately interwoven play that incorporated her closest friends, and sent them all to Earth to decode a story which would reveal itself along the way through signs, symbols, songs, and synchronicities. The Cosmic Comedians teased her: Hey, Lucy…you’ve been down there so many times before and you STILL haven’t ‘figured it out’—This time we’re going to spell it out for you. It is time for you to learn to be GRATEFUL. This is her story.