Sharon, if I should unexpectedly pass away, please end my book with an embellishment of this dream. And, start the book with my 1963 Dream about the shaman and his village.
Thanks! I love you forever,
Me.
Driving on back country road, into deep wilderness, road ends suddenly at precipice, Get out car just in time before car falls off of ckuff. Confronted by community of disfigured men, each engages and threatens me. I wrestle with a steady progression of them, developing greater and greater strength, as they fall back and lose interest in me.. Ultimately the leader tries to subdue me for pleasure and for consumption, I ask for help from those I have already faced, and transformed. I don’t defeat the leader, yet the leader (cultural conditioning) releases me from his grasp, when he loses interest. He is not me. I see a man victimizing donelle, I confront the man, and he release donelle. She hangs around ir a moment then I fly away, imbued with new energy. I then engage in incredible, dangerous climbing and traversing the upper reaches of a great wall. I stand atop it,. The wall is immovable, unlike myself.
the dream ends, only life, and its infinite vision, remains.
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