Elizabeth Yochim

Soaring Towards the SKY

2020

March 27, 2020. Four days into sheltering in place.

I wonder if it is something I did because she doesn’t talk with me, doesn’t engage with me. What is it that I could have done?

I have these guides and they are appearing to me more and more and guiding me more and more. There is a tall, elegantly dressed Black man, very articulate, in a three-piece suit and a cape. There is a written document in front of us, but what is written isn’t so clear.

What I remember is the feeling that he is about to reveal something to me. I presented a piece of writing to him about the arts, about my work in the arts. He said, “there’s no more time anymore, that the forces and attention to war are just so great, and the destruction so great. I told him that I understood but that I was chosen for this, I was chosen for this work.

I knew that I had a longing for something, a longing for a person who had passed on. I went around the corner to get something—I can’t remember what—and when I came back, I saw him embraced by this shadowy figure, and they were soaring towards the sky, they were taking off. I cried out, and I actually woke up saying, “Everyone is leaving me.”