Last night I had
a beautiful dream: It was very positive in terms of [a
long-standing friend who she’d just spoken to, who was just about the only
person of long-standing who took her side and thought her father was false;
even her most stoic and rational brother said he couldn’t support her in any
way because of the risk that their father was really a prophet; the friend’s
name was Anthony.
In the dream they were both born with a symbol on their skin (lower arm) that
marked them as being from the same Godly tribe. And] then after
that long association was over, I was lying on a living room couch that was my
bed, acknowledging the web that is my own desire and keenly aware of myself. I
had been up all through the night, for the dawn light was near breaking, and
when I looked out the dining room window there winked in the sliver of the new
moon through an opening enclave of clouds. It shimmered and glanced, and the
envelope pushed wider. I was thinking, this must be a vision, for the clouds
are opening for the moon. And then the moon was caught in light, for over its
face, even that which was concealed, there pulsed a lattice of shimmering
light, twice. At this the clouds darkened and roiled, forming their own
intricate patterns as they coiled away from the sliver of a silver moon. Don’t close your eyes, for it is a vision,
given to you if you are open, and if you close your eyes it may vanish from
sight. I strained but then I blinked and when my eyes opened, I was awake
in my own bed.
[That
night] I walked out the door and when I did, the clouds opened over a sliver of
a moon. So be at peace with yourself, little one, for no doubt the universe is
unfolding as it should.”
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