So reach for me Like the petals of a rose Bloom in it’s season Gentle and slow My body is the mountain The ocean, the river The sand and the soil The life giver So come on now, my friend Speak to me Help me understand Let us walk together Take my hand And we will heal this land
I like dreamin’ cause dreamin’ can make you mine I like dreamin’, closing my eyes and feeling fine When the lights go down, I’m holding you so tight Got you in my arms and it’s paradise ’til the morning light
I see us on the shore beneath the bright sunshine We’ve walked along St. Thomas beach a million times Hand in hand, two barefoot lovers kissing in the sand Side by side, the tide rolls in I’m touching you, you’re touching me If only it could be
I like dreamin’ cause dreamin’ can make you mine I like dreamin’, closing my eyes and feeling fine When the lights go down, I’m holding you so tight Got you in my arms and it’s paradise ’til the morning light
Through each dream, how our love has grown I see us with our children and our happy home Little smiles, so warm and tender looking up at us Blessed by love, the one we shared Till I wake, and reach for you And you’re just not there
I like dreamin’ ’cause dreaming can make you mine I like holding you close and touching your skin Even if it’s in my mind Oh, sweet dream baby, I love you Oh, my sweet dream baby, you’re in my dreams every night Oh sweet dreams, I like feelin you Oh sweet dreams baby, Don’t keep me waiting all my life
3 short years ago. I thought it was djinn, but it could have been military…. Who knows?
I have never claimed to know it all. I learn as I go. I graduated beyond this experience 3 years ago. Folks who wish to criticize can play teacher on their own channel. I am not anyones religious guru. I was raised in the wilderness by a narcissist who never talked about God. We unknowings are typically the target of the knowing. I raised myself to the best of my ability. I posted this memory as evidence, and reminder, as to where I was vs where I currently am. There is nothing shameful about our journey … Every ounce of knowing developed along the way makes us who we are. There will always be someone who judges our story as insufficient and dangerous for the world. This is what is dangerous, telling the bird it cannot fly without permission. When the Most High, according to my knowing, kicks us out the nest … And says, fly. It upsets me I even have to defend this traumatic memory from an “all knowing” invisible “teacher” who isn’t thee Creator Divine.
Here is another memory from right about this time, info gather from additional research and inquiry…
Children should all have pets, so they can get used to managing themselves through the pain of losing the love of the connection. It’s gentler than losing an “intimate” union and love. If we cling too tightly, we can become a monster, we can heart and soul shatter and wish to destroy the entire world for the pain of it. Practicing this release makes the loss, or change within union, bearable, while remaining open to loving again. I really don’t like it when my doggo leaves me, but another comes, and teaches me to love again.