The Dream

shehasdoubts,butistakingtheriskI am preparing for a huge battle….and yet I feel no fear…

People come in and they morph from good to evil….their faces melting away and rebuilding right in front of me.

Puppy dogs offer their assistance to me and I accept because no one knows who or what can offer their gift their strength in a good way…in a surprising way.

Old Tins of Candy long forgotten, but remembered simply because of the iconic storage – Could there be magic inside even tho it appears to be worn and forgotten.

I feel like Macgyver with a magicians bag as I prepare.

I kiss everything inside of the bag and tell them all I am grateful for the presence in my life.

I am grateful to everyone and everything that is standing behind me.

I don’t know who to trust as faces go from dark to light – soft to evil.

I FEEL NO FEAR.

I know this will be the battle of my life.

I FEEL NO FEAR.

The battle begins

Surprise people and beings float in and out…all offering love….it gives me strength.

The houses fall away…and rebuild themselves before my eyes.

There are nooks and crannies everywhere….

I FEEL NO FEAR.

I am hit with electricity and feel no pain – it’s only when I use it against my enemies does it affect me. (AND this – I physically felt!)

The puppies multiply and offer themselves as distraction of love against the enemies.

They have all told me their names….they are familiar to me.

One who is special in my life comes to offer his support – I have to feel – “Are you good, or are you bad?” You tell me – he says – I feel into his essence – He’s good – He’s pure – He is love. And put my hands to the sky to accept his gift into me fully – palms up – I feel the energy enter into my body. He offers himself fully and totally and then he is gone.

I get messages.

They are coming

I FEEL NO FEAR.

I’m somewhere between being awake and asleep.

Trust your intuition – they say.

I trust.

I FEEL NO FEAR.

It’s a dream, but it’s not a dream – even as I write this – I don’t feel awake – I feel as tho something else is guiding me.

I accepted love.

Because I am love

Pure love.

My power is not just hope – but love.

Pure love.

Self love.

The knowing that it is alright.

There is NO reason to fret.

You’ve got this – they say.

I FEEL NO FEAR.

I turn to face the demon.

It is me.

I FEEL NO FEAR.

I go out to look at the moon – I jump – what is lurking in the shadows? It’s only the shadow of a persimmon tree offering me strength.

It’s 3:30.

A lonely bird sings his song for me.

IT”S THREE THIRTY!

There is no fear

Only Love

He Sings once more and then falls silent.

There is no God to fear – because we are god.

We are taught fear.

We are born to love.

A spider skitters across the patio – he hesitates – I can hear his thoughts – please don’t hurt me, he cries – don’t worry – I communicate to him. There is no space between us…we are one.

There is no judgement

Only love

I am love

We are love

Together our strength will heal the world.

I FEEL NO FEAR.

I am love

self love

Pure Love

All judgement falls away

I am safe

I FEEL NO FEAR

I write until my eyes cannot see and my hand is no longer communicating with my brain…but it really hasn’t been the whole time I have been writing.

The next morning, as I begin to question the insanity of the dream and of the night – it comes – a persimmon hull.

Yes…it was real.

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