Connect to the possibility of remembering, as a lucid witness your yes

Welcome to week forty. This week, David experiences himself as a lucid witness to his life in the horizontal world and agreeing.
Excerpt:
Verity touched Anni and me on the arm. She looked into our eyes, and something met in the space between us. Something in my forehead reached out to meet something from hers . . . and something began. Verity turned and began walking. Anni and I joined her, walking a pace or two behind, a triangle moving through waves of Caravan’s pilgrims.
I remained aware of walking within Caravan’s world and simultaneously moving into the streams within streams of possible horizontal world lives. I was aware of the impression of possible lives and consciously calling possible lives in the horizontal world. Quickly this time, I moved to a place of lucid witness, calling, creating the streams I could move in. From this vertical place outside I remembered Kairos tuning and weaving as we walked the timeless dunes of Caravan. I remember weaving, calling, sorting, finding and agreeing to possibilities in the horizontal world with the pilgrims of Caravan.
In that moment everything came together. It came together in the remembering, in the vision in my heart, in every level of my being. I became lucid. I remembered everything. I remembered choosing thisdream and agreeing.
I saw the “ten thousand things,” code for choices without number. I felt the clues from the campfires moving in and through the eddies, moving now toward a choice. I felt the pieces, the threads of the weave, and their hints of possibility. Art, science, spirit, and life mission wove themselves together with all the other passions of my life. I felt the draw toward renaissance and living in the horizontal world integrating all the possible pursuits and interests of my soul. I felt the threads coming together.
Everything I dreamed of, each and every facet of my nature, each interest, fascination, and motivation was an important and necessary thread in this weave. Each of them pointed to this moment, and wove a vision, spinning at light speed toward this eternal now.
The Caravan of Remembering, Chapter 10, Creating the Container, p.205