𒀭𒐖 - Reunion with Olorum Olodumaré
It was late afternoon and the three siblings were hunting in the woods. The time had come to stop, to set up camp for the approaching night. Without any of them noticing, an old man of wild appearance emerged from the shadows. When they noticed him, he was already one step away. Too close.
He looked at Yao and Nada, searching for something in their eyes, finding nothing. His inspection ended quickly, with disinterest. When he looked at Inanna, however, a strange smile formed on his face. A disconcerting smile, from ear to ear. He raised his arms in her direction and, before her siblings even had time to react, spoke, his voice breaking and his eyes brimming with tears:
— Aurora! I have finally found you.
It had to be some mistake. She did not know him, had never seen that person in all her life. And, as she would think more than once, she was not Aurora.
— You have not changed at all. You are exactly as you were the last time I saw you! — tears began to stream down his face. — Well, not exactly. Your arm and head are whole, which is wonderful, of course. But you are exactly as I remember. — he said, trying to hold back his tears.
— I beg your pardon, but I do not know what you are speaking of. My name is not Aurora. There must be some mistake. I am not who you believe you have found.
— No, you are not Aurora, I know that. I do not yet know your name in this life. She did not tell me, you did not tell me. She only asked me to search for you. At dawn and at dusk, to look for the first star that appeared in the sky and follow it until I could no longer. That, if I did so, I would find her again one day. — he hesitated, his eyes trembling beneath the weight of the years. He had not imagined this encounter would take so long to come to pass. — Sixty years following that blessed star. But it happened as she said: you would not remember me, but I would remember you immediately.
I confess I was nearly on the verge of giving up my search, but she assured me that you would be able to explain to me what happened. Before that, however, I would need to make you remember, to bring you back to Olorum.
That word struck her full force, something inside her snapped into place. As though a gear had been set in motion. Something in her chest began to tremble, a warmth spread through her body. Before such an unexpected scene, faced with an impossible story, she wondered how words could carry such force.
The old man watches. He perceives the change.
He tries to speak again, but Inanna’s brother intervened. Gently but firmly, with no sign of hesitation, she stopped him. She signaled for the old man to continue.
— Every people knows Olorum by a name. Tao, Monad, the One, Param Brahman. There are so many, so many names. Each one of us, every living being, is a manifestation of it in this world made of matter. Our consciousness is an individualized part of its thought. Aurora, you have already incarnated in many forms of life and shall incarnate in many others.
I knew you when you were still Aurora. In your final moments, you were delirious. An ancestral knowledge blazed in your eyes, a wisdom that had long sought to return and been ignored. In those final minutes, amid the confused words of one who discovers herself and the world in the most violent way possible, you asked me to find her. To find you in the future, in your next life. I needed to tell you this story. This is my mission.
Perhaps this will be enough for you to remember. Perhaps not. I cling to the first possibility. I need to know what happened on that day. Only you will be able to explain to me why our people had to suffer in that manner. I alone survived, Aurora. My mother hid me behind all those baskets of fish as soon as the attack began. When I found the courage to see what had happened, I realized they were all dead. Blood everywhere. Only you still lived, by a thread, burning with fever and delirious. Since then, I have been searching for you. — with tears in his eyes, and after recounting that entire impossible story, he whispered — I have finally found you.
Inanna was confused. Not that she and her siblings were prepared to believe all this madness. But she was confused. She had felt too much when Olorum was mentioned. All of it seemed familiar from somewhere.
— You are not going to take this old man seriously, are you, Inanna? — asked Yao.
Inanna ignored her brother. Even not knowing how to react, she could not leave an old man alone in the night in a forest such as that. She suggested he spend the night with them, causing indignation in Yao.
— Tomorrow, in the light of day, we can speak more clearly. — she tried to close the matter.
— Nada, why are you supporting this story? This old man is clearly deranged. I need someone else with good sense around here. His story has originality, I will not deny that. But you cannot think it normal that, after all this, I will simply be able to sleep with him at our side.
— I understand your concern, Yao. — said Nada — I cannot say that I believe his words, but I feel his sincerity, I feel that we can trust him. Let him spend the night with us, and tomorrow we will decide what to do. Do not worry: if he tries anything, I will be the first to resolve the matter.
That night, Inanna dreamed of her sister. Or rather, of Aurora’s sister.
— Inanna — the girl called. Inanna made an interjection, almost saying that was not her name. — How do you know my name?
— Do you prefer I call you Aurora? I know all your names: those you have already had, the one you have now, and also those you may yet have one day. After reconnecting with Olorum, I was permitted to know these things. — she hesitated, attentive to Inanna’s eyes. — For those who are alive, reestablishing this connection with Olorum is not easy; it requires great effort, and sometimes it is only possible through many lives.
But for those who have already passed to this side, it becomes somewhat simpler. Knowing the truth makes it easier — I believe it has to do with a greater capacity to accept the condition in which we find ourselves.
At the end of our former life, you awakened me to Olorum. You managed to understand before I did and, even though we were at the end, you were still able to cast a line into the sea, hoping this moment would come. The old man did his part. Now it is my turn.
As he said, Olorum has many names; for simplicity, I will use the name you will come to use from this point forward: Anu. — that feeling, the sensation of burning in the chest, took hold of Inanna once more. — Anu begot the One; the One begets the Two; the Two begets the Three; the Three begets the "ten-thousand-things".
"Ten-thousand-things" was the term used at the time to represent all that exists, the universe. That which we can observe and that which we cannot. Everything on our planet, all the stars in the sky, and beyond them as well.
Through nebulae they wandered, as though it were an easy stroll along a peaceful trail, while Nana — Aurora’s sister, once the receiver — now found herself in the position of transmitter of knowledge to Inanna. Also her sister, across so many lives.
— Our consciousness comes from the projection of the Spirit, the consciousness of Anu, upon the material world, which, upon immersing itself in our bodies, gives rise to our Soul. It is an intermediary principle, connecting our human mind with the individualization of the Spirit. This occurs because within our brain there exists a structure that functions as an antenna, attuning itself to a few of the infinite frequencies that emanate from the Spirit.
These frequencies function as keys that restrict access to the memories stored in the Akashic Records*, such that only the soul itself has access to its memories — of the present life or of past ones.
In theory, using the human body as a vehicle of the Spirit to interact with the world as one desires seems simple. But, although the Soul serves as this connection between the mind and the Spirit, for the human, animal mind, constantly bombarded by its survival instinct, hearing the voice of the Spirit is not so easy. Life’s experiences — suffering, fear, and hunger — have taught us to remain on highest alert to the senses that connect us to the material world. And so we forget to attend to the senses that connect us to Anu.
Thus, deafened too completely, people walk upon the planet without ever seeking to know what they truly are.
Still in the dream, they return to the camp. Day was about to break.
— Even among those who can hear the voice of the Spirit more clearly, to correctly interpret the will of Anu, one must suppress the ego, so as not to allow earthly experience to speak louder when ideas become actions. Few are those who manage to act in accordance with the will of Anu, rather than serving only their own earthly designs.
But every human being possesses this capacity, for there is always a way to connect with Anu. There is always a way to access all this knowledge, the memories of our past lives.
This was the knowledge I had to share with you in this moment. You will need to decide whether to believe in it and with whom you will share it. For all eternity, regardless of the choice, you will question whether you made the right one. What each individual with whom you come to share this knowledge will do, Inanna, not even Anu knows.
* Akashic Records are considered an energetic library or universal memory containing the history of all lives, thoughts, and past, present, and future events, derived from the Sanskrit akasha (ether).