In 1 weeks time there will be flowers raining from the sky, and the flowers will be braided into your hair, they will give you a gift of sight, into the future yours eyes will take you, to see the beauteous nature of how things are and can be. In 2 weeks time there will be tendrils sprouting from your hands, ones that will lift you into the sky, tying you to the foundations that are your life force, drawing into your body the life giving water, the nutrients given centuries ago, the most sturdy of deities. In 3 weeks time there will be golden amber in your spirits, the same ones invisibly guiding you all along, presenting themselves now with a presence, you will taken further into your utopia. In 4 weeks time there will be streams of aquamarine from your mouth, and you will enter into them, wrapping around your body the vibrant cloths that will imprint down below, the vitality that makes all of us possible, the truest form of becoming alive, a state of doubly alive, a place some of us still call heaven.