Purple Planet Persona, 1/19/91

A group of explorers from Earth, led by a scientific man, have landed in the wild countryside of another planet. They are being guided to the City by a native woman. (This feels like a mythic dream quest). The woman has taken the group in a straight line route which brings them all to the base of a cliff. The rocky protuberance is peppered with stunted trees growing out of the cracks in the boulders.

This obstacle is no problem for the woman. She simply takes on the appearance of being covered with multi-layered gossamer veils of purple which cover her body from head to toe. At both her temples there is a blur like hummingbird wings. The energy generated by the wings lifts her up and backwards to the top of the cliff. There she waits expectantly for the rest of the group to follow her, but all they do is just stand and gawk.

I see myself second hand, seated on a nearby boulder about half the size of the cliff. I, too, am dressed in the same purple gown. I see and feel myself watch this scene with an amused expression on my face. I address the woman, telling her that I'll explain things to the group. I know they're language, because I'm from the same planet.

There is a scene switch and I find myself standing inside a room (I assume I'm now in or near the City). The scientific man is lying on the bare floor, sprawled out on his back with one arms slung over his forehead. I know he is trying to plan how to take the information he's learned about levitation and put it to use, like producing a how-to method to earn money or gain him notoriety (such as writing an award-winning book).

"It doesn't work that way," I tell him. He opens his eyes, lifts his arm and looks at me in shock. I continue, "I've been listening to you the past 3 days." This confirms his suspicion that I have powers beyond just levitation.

"Telepathy," he groans in the realization that I have been reading his mind. Then he slaps his hand over his forehead and closes his eyes, wincing.

There is a blank period. Next thing I remember, I am with him again. This time we're in an Earth-like environment, walking on well-to-do suburban streets with Spanish stucco homes, low walls and archways. In the middle of the road is a concrete divider with plants growing up and over a stucco and wood trellis. The two of us walk around the streets in circles for a while until he indicates he wants to go back the way we've come, towards the (unseen) ocean. I suddenly remember my abilities. "Let's fly," I say.

"I can't fly," he protests in astonishment.

"Sure you can," I reply. "Grab onto my arm." I hold out my left arm, straight and stiff. When he grabs on with both hands, my energy flows out towards him and causes his to lift his legs so he floats into a horizontal position. I gather myself to spring into the air and know with my help, we'll both be able to fly to the coast.