When I came upon this life in the course of working with a member of our school community, I somehow knew at once where I was - even though I had never before given much credence to the mere existence of Mu - or Lemuria.

Where I came in on the course of that life, we - our "family" or clan - were all living together in a deep, open-fronted cave high on a cliff. When I recently read Jean Auel's Shelters of Stone, the description the author gives of their group home in Cave Eleven immediately reminded me of "ours."
The scene from this life which I recaptured was a revelation of how gloriously joyful life could actually be. There was a kind of golden aura to the flow of sweetness between and among us - men and women alike - all that made life a kind of ongoing melody. We loved each other unquestioningly - the return of the love we felt was its own reward, and taking this two-way flow for granted was a big part of the life. It informed everything we did on a moment-to-moment basis.
I remember looking with love toward the outer edge of the cave where several of the men in our family group were standing looking outward over the landscape. They were sarching for evidence of one or more of the huge beasts that inhabited that landscape, the presence of which at least partly explained our choice of a dwelling so high off the ground and so (relatively) difficult to reach. Evidently we had far more to fear from predation by one of these beasts than from other family groups. But they also provided us with food and clothing, and hunting them was the chief task of the men.
I remembered that my role in the family was traditionally womanly, taking care of children, cooking meals and making clothing, and I loved it. We women had close friendships with one another, and working together to sustain the life we lived ion the cave was a joint project in which we all participated.
I also seemed to recognize several of the members of the community as currently members of the Free School community, which may help to explain why the choices of so many families to settle close to the school have led to permanent community membership.
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