For all the English reading people here :-) I have posted this story a while ago here on this forum in Dutch, and I saw that it inspired people to continue writing and sharing their story, memories, feelings about our Original Home. So now I thought.. I also want to write Our Story about Home, for and together with all the international Human Beings here! :)  So here we Go!

A few years ago, I dreamed of a special place, Home, a place for Being Together with all people, beings, travelers form this Earth and beyond. Based on my emotional experience, I described this place as a ‘day’ in my, our, home world. This ‘day’ has not yet been fully written, but I would love to share the beginning. And a ‘day’ at Home goed on for-ever, so this story is far from over. I, We, are now writing the new pages ourselves, of this book without end.

The ‘I’ in this story is you, if you feel this too.

A moment Home
In the early morning, I gently wake to the sound of chirping and singing little birds. I have slept for a few hours, and fortunately that is all I need. Still, I lie here for just a little while longer, beneath this soft blanket with only my face peeking out. I breathe in deeply and out slowly, and I feel the freshness of this new day flowing through my lungs. My body is relaxed, and with my eyes closed I quietly become aware of my surroundings. I feel the increasing warmth of the sun upon my cheek. Very consciously, I listen to all the different beautiful tones form hundreds of little birds. Somewhere in the background goats are bleating, and I hear the first rooster crow. My nose awakens too, to the sweet scent of flowers and freshly mown grass drifting in through the open attic window. I feel my whole body, and an energy tingles from the crown of my head all the way to the tips of my toes. Then I suddenly open my eyes, to take in all the colours around me as well. I look towards the sunbeams and see hundreds of glowing dust particles floating through the room in slomotion like floating golden lights. I crawl out from under my blanket and sit on the edge of my bed, my feet dangling just above the floor and I rest my hands beside me on the wooden frame. I look at my feet for a moment and playfully wiggle my toes. I feel strength and energy and a desire to move. And with that feeling, buzzing trough every cell of my body, starting form my feet, I jump up. I am ready experience this new moment!

I put on my favourite and super comfy overalls and remain standing in front of the mirror for a moment. Two bright eyes look at me lovingly and powerfully. I see you..., I say to myself in thought. Through the mirror, my eyes are drawn to the open attic window behind me. I see fields of bright yellow sunflowers and vibrant green hills in the distance. I turn towards the window and rest my arms on the wooden frame. I have to stand a little on my tiptoes to look down, but straight ahead I can see endlessly. A single small white cloud casts a little shade over the landscape, but it is the sun that illuminates most of this piece of Earth. And for a moment, I fly from my consciousness to that little white cloud. I fly over fields of flowers, hills with wild horses, and the many streams of water glistening in the sunlight. Lakes filled with water so clear that the bottom and large colourful fish can be seen. Flying over the forests, I hear an orchestra of sounds from the many animals, and the sound of a beautiful waterfall also joins this symphony. While flying, I follow the little streams and babbling brooks that merge into a river winding its way through the rolling landscape. And via this meandering stream of water, I fly back again through the open attic window towards myself.

Barefoot, I walk down the softly creaking attic stairs. And while walking downstairs, I touch the leaves of the plants and flowers that grow throughout the house and have found their way upward. On one of the steps lies a flower. Velvety soft, pink-red, and with a fresh sweet scent. I tie up my hair together with the flower, and so, with a smile on my face, I walk down this large winding wooden staircase.

Once downstairs in the large circular hall, I pause for a moment to look up. The sun shines through the large circular opening, illuminating the enormous tree in the hall, the centrepiece of the house and of this place. The trunk of the tree has become so wide that it now takes three people standing around it to fully embrace it. And the highest branches already rise above the roof, where a large round opening was made long ago to allow the tree to continue growing. Its enormous canopy keeps the inside of this house wonderfully cool, and when it rains, it also serves as a sturdy roof, catching most of the raindrops. And after such a rain shower, when the sun shines again and all the raindrops evaporate, such a wonderful fragrance is released—of green, life, jungle, freshness, purity... and it can be smelled throughout the entire house. The tree itself is also inhabited by a small family of squirrels as permanent residents, as well as by all kinds of special birds and insects that also help keep the house clean.

This house and this place were once built by people who created Paradise on Earth. First here, where I now stand, where original life could unfold in complete freedom and true Life became tangible and visible. And then, not many years later, true Life was once again lived and experienced across the whole Earth. The true human came alive again, and this opened so many new possibilities. From that moment on, life was lived again from each person's own consciousness. Everything is now open. Free. Alive. There is Peace. We are in true connection with one another, and we work together. Each human beging from their own Heart.

Life can be felt in this house, just as it can be felt across the entire Earth, but this place still feels very special to me. That is why I always love coming back here.

This place belongs to everyone, to all the people of Earth and all the beings beyond. All beings who come here take care of the house, for all life, the animals, and one another. The door is open to everyone who wishes to be here, for a long or short stay. There is always room here to just be, to experience something, to do something, or to do nothing at all. To gather with old friends, companions, and colleagues after a long journey and dine at long tables by candlelight. There are creative workplaces filled with unique materials and works of art, where you can lose yourself in your own creations. There is a large indoor and outdoor kitchen where the most delicious things are made in abundance by and for all of us. And then there is the enormous garden, which actually stretches without boundaries as far as the eye can see, where you can wander for hours through the vast vegetable garden and greenhouse, or among the enormous trees and forests, the giant flower fields, the meadows, the large lake perfect for swimming, and the hills with the massive mountains beyond.

Looking at the house, the floors, the walls, and the various hallways and rooms fills me with joy every single time. This place has formed itself into one great living work of art, created with great care. The walls are coloured with the most beautiful paintings of extraordinary animals and plants from this and other home worlds. The floors and ceilings have not been forgotten, and so all the lines, shapes, and colours dance through the rooms. The doors and windows are all organically shaped and decorated with beautiful wooden carvings. The corridors and rooms are filled with unique plants that grow from inside to outside and from outside back into the house.

Someone taps me on the back and when I turn around I see two sparkly eyes looking at me joyfully, filled with the great knowledge of a long journey. I open my arms for a hug and feel our hearts beating together. In this loving and powerful embrace, I feel even more at home.

Shoulder to shoulder, we walk past the kitchen. Delicious scents of bread from the oven and freshly squeezed orange juice flow into my nose. Large baskets filled with fruit and vegetables stand on the table —it is the harvest from the garden. And as we pass by, a basket of fresh eggs is brought inside. And even though humans no longer need food to live these days, here on Earth it is still possible to enjoy it.
I take some fruit from the basket myself and choose a wonderfully fragrant tea for both of us. We sit outside on the wooden steps in front of the wide open enormous doorway. I look around me and see next to me on the steps and as well as below in the grass, others had the same idea. Sitting together in the sun. There is enthusiastic whispering and laughter. I rest my head on the shoulder of my friend beside me and watch from out of the corner of my eye the dancing little butterflies on the golden-yellow flowers. I sigh softly and breathe deeply in and slowly out again. Being present in the now, without thoughts.

Around me, I hear the movement of people standing up. The shuffling of feet on the wood sounds so familiar and pleasant, and for a moment I close my eyes again to listen carefully. I listen consciously to all the unique individual sounds and also to the sound between them, the sound of silence. I hear the gentle buzzing of bees, a buzzard in the sky, the soft murmur in the background, and I listen to the quiet humming of my own body.

When the person beside me begins to move as well, I open my eyes and begin moving too. I feel that I want to continue working on a painting in one of the workplaces. As I walk back inside through the open doors, I see movement in every room and corridor and outside as well. Projects are being started or further developed, in groups or alone. A new stream of people from other places or journeys also walks in. All the sounds of conversations, people playing, workshop hammering, singing and music, and much more that I cannot immediately name, come together from every corner on the veranda of this beautiful house.

I follow the sounds coming from the workplaces and peek inside everywhere for a moment. The room with an enormous stone sculpture catches my eye, and I also pause at the threshold of the woodworking workplace to let the scent of sawdust drift through my nose. I take one final sip of the tea I still had, and offer the remaining drops to a beautiful flower that is beginning to grow along the entire wall of this hallway.

Before stepping into ‘my’ workplace I put on a cheerful-looking apron, covered in clay and a palette of paint splatters. Once inside, a slightly dusty air greets me, but fortunately the scent of fresh clay and earth prevails. I look around at all the new creations from recent times. Against the walls stand shelving units filled with the most beautiful vases, large pots, lovely bowls and cups, and extraordinary sculptures and statues. And the tables too are pleasantly filled with the same.

Some time ago, I started cutting small tiles in organic shapes out of white clay. Together, all the tiles fit into a puzzle. The clay is now dry and hard enough to paint with glazes. For this, I have chosen several unique colours that did not even exist or could be seen on Earth in the past. I take a large brush from brush jar, and from out of my own movement the painting forms itself. With different glazes, small and large brushes, and plenty of splatters, I colour each tile with all my attention.
The moment I no longer feel like continuing, I stop. The painting is almost finished, but for now I leave it and let it dry. I dust my hands off on my apron and take it off at the door. I leave the paint splatters on my hands and arms for now, as a cheerful decoration.

I see my friends somewhere in the distance, lying in the grass under a cluster of trees, and decide to do the same. At first I walk calmly, but very soon I am running happily through the tall grass. Tiny dewdrops make my feet and ankles wet and flower petals cling to my legs. When I see my friends, a wave of love flows through me and I dive into the soft grass beside them. I receive a hug and a kiss on my nose. I am asked if I would like to taste something too, and then I see a delicious-looking apple pie resting on the blanket. I take a piece and enjoy an explosion of flavours in my mouth. Sweet-tart apple, soft and pure, with a crisp edge and rich in flavour. I taste the cinnamon, a hint of lemon, and something sweet. And above all, I taste and feel that every part of this piece of pie has been made with so much care that a life-giving energy fills my whole body. I smile when I see everyone looking at me. Yes, we certainly know how to enjoy.

For a very long time, which feels like an eternity, we lie here together in the grass. Gazing at the sky and the clouds drifting by. We feel one another through energy or a gentle touch, and we connect through words or in silence. Sometimes someone gets up to take a dip in the lake, someone else climbs a tree, and together we decide to roll down this hill. We play, together, in a game called Life, and we laugh a lot

To be continued ❤️
I am curious about your beautiful day. I am curious about your Home.