I wrote a short story the other day based on a dream. I found such lessons involved from the ability to have good things come my way based on allowing them in, to the obsticles when it’s about the "don’t want".
But – you can judge for yourself 
Enjoy.
Flight To Freedom
A short story by Kira Wagner
It was late in the evening and, as the sun was setting, a few golden rays lingered on the distant mountainside. Skylar found her thoughts filled with the desire to feel the warmth of the sun and she began to move.
She was flying again. It was different this time. This evening she didn’t “think” about how to start or how it would look, nothing about how different she wanted it to be. Skylar just started moving toward the light.
Moving through the trees and the branches she kept going up when she noticed a few power lines. Compared to the myriad of branches in the trees, these were nothing
As she flew through the trees gravitating toward the fading sunlight Skylar found herself confronted with an intense maze of power lines, so thick she had to pull them apart. Using her hands to get through them she thought of the possibility of electrocution. But, nothing happened and she found herself surprised at that instant.
It was then that she noticed the power lines were all connected by very thin, sheer gauze. It was quite strong, so much so that she couldn’t tear it to get beyond it
Skylar could see the sunlight still brilliant in the distance.
She needed to get through this maze to get to the light. Wanting an opening it appeared before her. A huge gap suddenly existed between two of the heavy power lines so she simply flew through. Who was she to question the opportunity right in front of her?
As she continued upward, attempting to stay clear of any further obstacles, it grew very dark.
She was looking for the sun and couldn’t find it. She’d lost sight of it.
Suddenly Skylar was confronted with a ceiling – slatted boards and quite well made – but a ceiling all the same.
She had made it through obstacles before on other journeys but this – this one was different. She didn’t feel that she could get through this. She could feel her heart start to pound in her chest and even in the absence of the sun’s warming glow she began to sweat. It was as if her body began to thrum with the beat of a bass drum.
Skylar was afraid. She wasn’t going to make it through.
Then she heard a still small voice reminding her that she had made it before. Ever so gently it was reminding her to remain calm.
She knew there was a way if she just looked so she stopped flying around like a darting humming bird. Taking in a breath she saw it. In that instant, as she looked where she had last noticed the sun, there were three doors contained within a glass wall.
The sunlight was on the other side.
Her eyes were drawn to a massive, aged padlock lock on one of the doors. Momentarily she felt the fear that she would have to return…to go back.
In that instance she noticed the lock was on the door marked “in”.
There were two doors that led “out”. Both had a wide lever to open them that simply said “push”.
Noticing that the sunlight was stronger on the door on the left she moved forward toward that one, pushed on the lever and went through.
Once on the other side Skylar drank in the sun as it shone brilliantly against a bright blue sky. She basked in the air as it had that fresh spring morning smell of green grass, sweet spring flowers and that damp fragrance of sun evaporating the early morning dew.
Looking around she had the feeling that this was an anachronistic experience. As Dorothy said to Toto in the Wizard of Oz, “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more.”
Somehow tonight’s flight took her “through” to a different place and time altogether.
It wasn’t that things really looked any different. In fact, in the distance she could see a sprawling city with cars filling the streets and lights promoting the myriad of businesses for the millions of people bustling about.
Now Skylar never went flying with anyone. She never talked about it. Her nocturnal flights had been just that—contained within that evening and all undercover of the starry night sky. So in that sense this whole experience was out of the norm but she wasn’t prepared for what she saw next.
She gazed up. Looking higher into the sky and she saw a hole. Skylar didn’t know what she expected after the ceiling she had just left behind but it wasn’t this. Here was a vast unfinished air duct. A hole was one thing. It could have been an anomaly like a black hole—she was well aware of the myriad of things she didn’t know but this? An air duct? In the sky?
She could see everything—the wood frame partially hidden behind white clouds, yellow insulation encased in brown paper on either side, the round silver tubing of the duct itself…and…an airplane that was flying into the tubing. A plane that appeared microscopic against the enormity of the air duct.
As she stared she found herself wondering what this was all about.
It was as if this were a part of life that challenged her saying, “Come, leave your journey and spend a lifetime figuring out why I’m here.”
It was then that she knew this was a mystery for another day, another time. It wasn’t important to know why the air duct appeared in this hole in the say. Nor was it wasn’t important, right now, to understand why that plane chose to take that route.
This was a mystery to explore another day.
Nothing mattered in that moment except the feeling of the warmth of the sun and the freedom in this moment to “be”.
Skylar wanted to share this feeling, this event with someone. She found herself thinking how wonderful it would feel to have someone join her in this experience. As she turned to fly home she noticed that the return trip seemed instantaneous compared to the journey toward the sunlight.
She had been thinking about Peter and the next thing she knew—she could see him standing there—off in the distance, playing with his granddaughter Susan.
Settling down on the sidewalk Skylar walked up to Peter telling him that there was something she wanted to share with him. She asked him if he would join her for “just a few minutes”.
Sending Emily up to the house they walked off across the street to a park surrounded by trees. It was quiet and no one in sight.
Reaching a grassy knoll Peter asked what this was all about and for a minute Skylar was afraid that it wouldn’t work with someone with her. Every previous flight had been when she was alone, at nighttime, everyone was around her was asleep.
Again a kind of peace that came over her, that calm sense of just “being” and she looked at the top of the trees seeing the stars in the distance and she was moving…up.
Level with the top of the trees Skylar stopped and hovered. Looking down at Peter she smiled asking him to join her.
At first a wistful smile played across his face. She knew that look – how often had she had it when there was something she wanted and yet didn’t believe she had the right to possess it.
Then she noticed a worried look in his eyes. She could hear his voice cut clearly though the silence as he said, “That’s not right, you shouldn’t do that”. He turned away to go home. He didn’t tell her to stop. He didn’t say to come back. He only told her she shouldn’t be doing what she was already doing.
She knew that he could do it. Skylar knew that he could fly too, and somehow she knew that he knew it.
She also knew that he didn’t want to. He never would fly because of his choice. His family couldn’t fly because they didn’t believe that they could. He wouldn’t leave them behind so he would never even try.
Skylar felt herself starting to drift back toward the ground
For a third time that evening she was afraid. Afraid this time that, she couldn’t fly, that if she continued to fly she would be leaving her family behind.
She realized she didn’t want to hurt anyone and she wanted the approval. In that instant, she knew that the desire for approval was the greatest obstacle she was facing. She knew that she didn’t need his approval to fly, she loved the feeling. She loved the freedom. She loved the warmth of the sun and always being able to feel it fill her with energy and life.
The sun warmed her skin and she felt secure in its “touch”. She loved the feel of the tree tops and running her hands through the leaves and branches. She loved the crystal clear view of the stars with nothing between us.
If she always had to have his or others approval she would never be free.
Skylar smiled then noticing she was till in the air. She had stopped descending.
As she watched Peter walk towards home he turned once and smiled. No words but a look that said everything and then she turned and flew away.
Skylar could fly and people could see her—or not—it didn’t matter any more. She knew it was about letting others choose their path, about being able to be one with the universe, to experience in a grand way, all of the joys that life has to offer.
She had allowed herself to accept her freedom.
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