Crazy Ominous Dreams
Ugh…Lately I’ve been having these vivid dreams. “Release the opposing distal vertebrae…”
Last night I went to a court date for some minor infraction and I end up being sentenced to death by lethal injection, right NOW!!! Mia was with me, Larry S. was there, some NA gossip-kids. The executions chamber was a stage set up in this open-air valley. I looked for some way to escape and saw a thick, tall forest in the distance, but from here to there on three sides were these thorny bushes, red and black that grew like bamboo shoots from the ground and I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to make it and that being shot in the back by guards while trying to escape was a more traumatic situation for Mia to watch, so I calmed myself down and went past the idea that any of this had reason or fairness to it, and I spent my last hour telling her how strong and special she is and how much joy I have experienced being able to be her mom. I explained how everything she knows and loves about her mom is NOT able to be contained in this old body, which shortly I’ll be leaving. When these people do what they do, I’ll be going out of my body and when I do a million, trillion, gazillion invisible points of light will come out of me. Some of them will slip deep into your heart so that you can always quiet yourself and meditate and feel what you love of your mother there, inside you. The rest I’ll send up to the shining moon to watch over you and give you a focal point. I won’t have a body to do my #1 job of keeping you safe, so can you take over that job for me? Can you keep your self safe? When you need a little extra, just quiet yourself and look up into the face of the moon and know that I love you, even though I’ve passed into the invisible spirit realm.
I told Mia to keep her heart open. To keep it open and feeling through all of life’s challenges and to never let it close down or get hard. You have immense magick in you, babygrrrl, just as you are. Don’t let life make you afraid, find friends, find sanga. Keep open. Lovingkindness, compassion, forgiveness. I am not my body, so never be harsh with what happens here. They don’t know what they do. I forgive them. I love you.
I ask Larry S. If he will be able to make sure that my Mia will be taken care of and well-loved and cherished and he says he will.
Then I get very call. I say to all that have make this event happen. The legal participants, the judge, the execution team, the manufacturers involved, every being that has touched or invested any of themselves to make this happen tonight. May you know kindness, may you know love. May you be free from suffering, may you know love. May you receive compassion, may you know love. May you awaken, and remain awake for the remainder of your being. I forgive you and I ask you not to do this, I love you. I love all of you. Especially you Mia. All my boundless love for you.
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and with that, I was injected with the neurotoxin, the audience hemmed and hawed, my body was declared dead and I watched with sorrow and detatchment as everyone, including my daughter who was in a trauma-induced daze file out of the auditorium, back to their lives…
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this dream woke me up early this morning and I have been contemplating it’s images since then. Tears and snot flow out of my like water today.
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beautifully painful, those types of dreams wake me from sleep once in a while too. another reason to keep tissue on the bed side table
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beautifully painful, those types of dreams wake me from sleep once in a while too. another reason to keep tissue on the bed side table
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beautifully painful, those types of dreams wake me from sleep once in a while too. another reason to keep tissue on the bed side table
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beautifully painful, those types of dreams wake me from sleep once in a while too. another reason to keep tissue on the bed side table
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I have been having these sorts of dreams lately myself…. beautifully vivid in their imagery and impact, yet terribly morbid in nature. I find it fascinating that at the end of the dream everyone left in a daze rather than ending in the inumerous points of light being released. None of the endings of any of my dreams have been the beautiful ending I had expected. They always end up somehow being an empty shell of those expectations. The qlipoth of hope.
peace
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I have been having these sorts of dreams lately myself…. beautifully vivid in their imagery and impact, yet terribly morbid in nature. I find it fascinating that at the end of the dream everyone left in a daze rather than ending in the inumerous points of light being released. None of the endings of any of my dreams have been the beautiful ending I had expected. They always end up somehow being an empty shell of those expectations. The qlipoth of hope.
peace
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I have been having these sorts of dreams lately myself…. beautifully vivid in their imagery and impact, yet terribly morbid in nature. I find it fascinating that at the end of the dream everyone left in a daze rather than ending in the inumerous points of light being released. None of the endings of any of my dreams have been the beautiful ending I had expected. They always end up somehow being an empty shell of those expectations. The qlipoth of hope.
peace
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I have been having these sorts of dreams lately myself…. beautifully vivid in their imagery and impact, yet terribly morbid in nature. I find it fascinating that at the end of the dream everyone left in a daze rather than ending in the inumerous points of light being released. None of the endings of any of my dreams have been the beautiful ending I had expected. They always end up somehow being an empty shell of those expectations. The qlipoth of hope.
peace