082022

Weave Pattern Blue Print

She sat in the large room alone. It looked like a conference room. Suddenly a large group of people entered the room from the hallway. She could see them through the window. Many people of all ages, sizes, colors. They came to see her. They called her name directly as if they knew her personally. They spoke to her telepathically. "Can you hear us?"
Playfully teasing with smiles they knew she could hear them. 
The two male figures in the right corner were standing in the shadow. They told her that they had arranged everything. The plan had been set. In two years, she would be in some leadership role, but they didn't give any further details. Just a two year timeframe. She did not know who these people were. To her they were strangers, but somehow they were friendly and personable to her.
As they were walking down the hallway, she passed a young boy around 5-6 years old. He had short brown hair. He was sitting in what looked like a blurry hospital bed. The boy's name was "Max." Max began walking with her and the rest of the people. She was still unsure of who these people were. Curious, she touched the skin of the woman's arm. Instead of feeling her skin it was the composition of her skin that magnified in her vision. She saw multi-color patterns perfectly woven together like you might see on a straw basket. She then looked at Max and compared his skin composition to the woman's. She assumed his would be different since he seemed more physical in nature. She looked at this skin and he, too, was composed of the colorful weave pattern. She asked how that could be when she just saw him in a physical form just minutes ago. He said with an innocent shoulder shrug as if talking about leaving a playground or school, "Ehh, I didn't want to have the surgery."