There is something delightfully unexpected going on here.  Ever since I began writing on Ralphie’s Portal, (thank you Ralphie) I have been having the most beautiful dreams and inspirational awakenings. In the last couple of weeks, there have been several occasions in which artfully crafted  poems have lined up and formed themselves within my sleeping mind, I am reciting when I awaken. I can never remember the words of the poems, but, I can recall the feelings that they manifest within my spirit.  These poems are living energy, they touch my heart as  gentle “creative” embraces within the predawn purple darkness of my sleeping room.  They are very fleshy, like “baby” kisses from bee stung lips that are riding upon the wings of an enchanted sort of spiral consciousness.

This morning I saw a womans face for the first time, she was smiling as she handed me a paper that she intended for me to recite, although, we were not speaking in words, there was a sisterly, familial telepathic understanding between the two of us. We were standing together, in perfect love and perfect trust, knowing the “heart” of the other was a heart well acquainted with nurture and healing. There was no doubt in the universe that we were sharing, that there was only certainty, only “knowing.”

Her face was very real, her skin was smoth, delicately pale and dewy, her eyes were deep-set, bejeweled emeralds. They were wise eyes, she knew many things. She was not young or old, her hair was dark and straight, it brushed her narrow shoulders, she was wearing a plain, dark ritual robe, her face and hands were very clean. Her aura was the color of a deep green and gold forest, she reminded me of an evergreen tree. 

She was familiar to me. I had known her for at least a thousand years, she was a kind, “elder soul”  There was a sense of earnest knowing in her green eyes.  She and I were happily busy together.  We were in a busy room filled with interesting “beings” that I could sense, but, not see. There was a feeling of “waiting to begin”  One chubby woman was a playful, merry sort. When she moved, bells jingled and  there was merry, ringing laughter. 

I have never been one that was prone to dreaming, this is very interesting.  Waking from these dreams is like emerging from a warm bath at first, and then there is a feeling that washes over me, that lonely feeling I get when I  finish the best book that I have ever read and there is this sense of loss for a while, as if I am losing a dear friend that I will miss everyday for the rest of my life.

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