The Women of the Rose

by Sara Estey

  It was interesting how the first time we time traveled, we came back with a rose. Perhaps, I had always known this fact: why I had called these women the Women of the Rose. Of course, there was the crystalline connection as well. But this, as well, now. Perhaps I had time traveled unconsciously to this place before I actually found it.

  Living here in harmony with the others, was in fact where I was always meant to be. I was back to our original roots, of harmony, and bliss. I had my daughter, and my lover, and my extended family of the community.

  “So, Mom, about my idea,” Sarah says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

  “Yes, let’s eat, and then we can discuss it,” I say.

  Sarah has been growing restless. She wants a family, and also feels we need to go back to the world we came from, to help others to reach where we are now. We have tried over the past years to reach our past world. However, every time we go out, we are in the same new village with the garden. We have not been able to access the dimension we came from. It has been discussed that, if we mindfully bring ourselves down to that energy level, and descend into that old world, will we be able to get back to this one? No one knows for sure.

  “How is it going?” Maria asks, sitting down next to me, as I finish dinner.

  “Sarah is still going on about going back to the old world,” I say.

  “It is understandable that she wants a mate, a soul husband so to say. It is the world she came from. Plus, you have Joe,” Maria says.

  “I know, I just worry that if she does go back, she may not be able to come back to this place,” I say.

  “Yes, well we don’t know what will happen for sure,” Maria says.

  “Happen to who?” Sarah asks as she joins us with iced dessert for all.

  “Oh, just chatting about you, and your wanting to journey back to the old world,” Maria says.

  “Yes, well, we should be trying to help the others ascend, shouldn’t we?” Sarah asks.

  “Maybe we are, by ascending ourselves to this higher vibration. Perhaps it is felt on the planet, and is helping others to do the same,” Maria says.

  “Anything is possible,” Sarah says.

  As Sarah, Joe, and I, walk home, she tells us that she has decided for sure. It is time, she says, she wants to go back to the old world.

  “Maybe, David is still alive,” she says. “We don’t even know that.”

  Ah, David, yes; and what happened with the wars and disasters that were going on? And the rest of our Community that is still living in the old paradigm. I wonder about these things too. But, I don’t want to lose Sarah.

  “Sarah, I just don’t want to lose you,” I say.

  “You will never lose me, Mom, we are connected. Plus, you just saw me go to other realms tonight, I’m sure I will still be able to do that, no matter what the outcome,” Sarah says.

  The next day, the three of us take off in the jeep. We drive into the town by the lake. The beautiful woman at the fruit stand greets us. She feels like an old friend now.

  “We have come to visit the garden and the waterfall,” I say.

  “I see, go along then,” she replies.

  The three of us walk towards the waterfall. Sarah has a bag of her stuff packed, and carries it with her. As we approach the waterfall, I ask if she wants to walk through it.

  “I think, first, I’d like to pick some peaches to take with me,” she says, as if stalling for time.

  We leave her pack by the water, and continue walking to the garden. Once there, we look at the beautiful trees, plants, and vegetables; all still exceptionally large, and colorful. Picking peaches, I ask her how many.

  “I’ll just take a few with me,” she says.

  I pick a bunch, which I put in a basket that is by the trees. I might as well take them back to the others, I think to myself.

  “Mary, is this the place?” Joe asks.

  “Place?” I reply.

  “Oh, I just remember that Connie came from behind a tree to us,” Joe says.

  “Yes, that was a long time ago,” I say with tears falling down my face.

  Saying goodbye to Sarah is going to be harder than I could have even imagined. I don’t want her to see me crying, so I walk towards the tree Connie had come from behind.

  I wish more than anything, David, and a love for Sarah, would come here now, I think to myself.

  “Are you okay love?” Joe asks, walking up behind me.

  “Yes, I’ll be okay,” I say.

  I turn to give Joe a hug.

  “Mom…,” Sarah’s voice trails off.

  “Um, Mom, is that what…,” she continues.

  “Mary? Joe?” I hear a male’s voice.

  Looking back at the tree, I see David walking towards us.

  “David?” I ask.

  “Yes, finally. I’ve been waiting at the lake for over a month, for you all. Where have you been?” he says.

  “A month? What, when?” Joe says.

  “Hi all,” says a young man I haven’t met, following behind David.

  “This is Abe. He helped me escape and get here. He saved my life really,” David says.

  I’m not sure if I’m more shocked to see David, or of my wish to see David, and a love interest for Sarah.

  Sarah walks over, and we all sit down under a peach tree. David and Abe take a peach, and remark that the peach is the best, not to mention, the largest, they have ever had.

  “So, how long did you say you were looking for us?” I ask.

  “Well, I escaped about two months after I was held in captivity, with Abe’s help,” David says. “We got over here to Sulawesi, and I’ve been trying to find you for a month. No one at the lake knew where the women’s community was, though they had heard of it, and had seen you all come through the town. I was worried we may be followed. If we were, no one showed themselves, and obviously no one harmed us.”

  “The authorities had told us you were dead,” Joe says.

  “Yes, I had heard that,” David says.

  “The odd thing is, we thought it had been ten years since we had seen you, in earth and human time,” Joe says.

  “Earth and human time?” Abe asks.

  “Yes, well, we are living in the community here now, which is in a different vibrational field,” Joe says. “Time does not move the same as in the world we came from. However, we thought more time had gone by for you, than three or four months. Of course, I suppose timelines could have just merged, or you traveled ahead of time when you entered this garden.”

  “I’m not sure I follow,” David says.

  “Yes, it will take time,” I say.

  “Will you be joining us in the community?” Sarah asks.

  “Yes, Abe and I would like to come with you. Is that okay?” David asks.

  “Of course. We are so happy you are alive. Rob, and Judy, and Connie, are in the community too. They will be overjoyed to see you,” I say.

  “Yes, perhaps we should go then?” Abe asks.

  I look at Sarah as she smiles at me.

  “Are you coming back with us?” I ask Sarah.

  “Of course, where else would I be going,” she says, as she leads the way, and picks up her pack that is lying by the waterfall.

  Driving back to the community, David and Abe tell us that the unrest has escalated, and people are becoming more fearful and distraught. Flooding and tsunamis, as well as some powerful earthquakes, have killed thousands of people. A virus has also hit and killed many, as well as the fact that the economy across the globe is in a major recession.

  “The storm before the calm, so to say,” David concludes.

  The storm before the calm, indeed. As we drive through the tunnel I look at David and Abe’s faces, and recall the first time I saw this place. The beauty and aliveness, and the energy so high it is palatable. They will drink from the magic water and will soon be transported into our lives of community and bliss.

  Perhaps more will come to live with us here, as well. Perhaps ot
hers will build their own communities, such as the village by the lake. I don’t worry now about saving the planet. I see that salvation lies within each individual, and that it is here. It is really here, in the beauty of a vibration so high, only love, peace and harmony can shine.