Been glad and not so glad in learning to quick select in the latest Photoshop. Sometimes I feel like a nut! Sometimes I don’t! I am now going to bed.
The Master Speaks To Me In A Dream …
Friday, March 15, 2019 at 12:08 am
- A kitchen?
- A table?
- The busy workers?
- A paper cup?
- A dead stinking fish amidst much debris under the table?
I came into the kitchen holding an empty paper-cup. The cup falls under the table. I bend over to pick it up.
What Did I Do Next And Why …?
Phew! A dead stinking fish amidst much debris. The cup? Past the debris next to the head of the stinking dead red fish. Of course? I left it there as unfit for use anymore.
What’s the meaning of it all …?
I sat by my bedside. Slowly I walked to the bathroom. In my mind? Many thoughts churning about the dream, but! None to hit the mark, until?
Wow! What A Discover! I’m The Fisherman. I’m Also The Catch …?
In all that was churning in my mind? Judging the actions of the present time workers, but! I denied my thoughts. I sat by the heater. I began to think about it all objectively.
Go To The Inbox. Denise In My Important List …?
I wondered what she is up to now? I click. Wow! The rightful meaning of it all in my dream. An excerpt from her take. Quote:
From this vista, we can look at things as the movie that is our life. And as in any movie or story, there are heroes and villains and conflict, otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a movie or story. Since each of us are evolving different aspects of the collective through our individual experience, the conflict in our “movie” is varied and necessary for us to bring healing to our aspect of the collective. Those who undergo the most extreme trauma, have the greatest potential to heal the collective through their individual experience.
This is why doesn’t serve to judge anyone’s experience. In order to heal something, we must first experience it. There is a respect and honor for what each person is doing, as well as an understanding that each of us get to choose how we evolve our aspect of the collective.
All Dreams Are Basically About Me Not About Others.
That’s why it occurred to me to check the inbox. How mysterious yet simple are Your ways, O my Father! What did You show me as I read my Denise’s post?
You Created Us To Be Your Family, And?
That’s what we are! My family? A dysfunctional family yes but a loving family we were and still are by the power of Your love and unfathomable wisdom. The best part?
Closure To This Wounding Thing In My Soul …?
HalleluYah! My family? In restoration by the power of our Loving Father Creator’s love and unfathomable wisdom. A link to restoration? Memories I created for them.
That’s The Fact To Be Exact …
In reading Denise’s post this morning? Father materialized the closure to the deep wounds in my soul. Those memories I created for them? The balm to heal my wounds.
Hope. Joy Inexplicable. Humor Instead Of Anger …?
Yes indeed! My heart is full with it all. Humor instead of anger as I see the seven of them enjoying themselves aloof from this thing that I have been, but!
That’s What Father Necessary To Deem …?
O yes! As Denise states: ‘In order to heal something, we must first experience it.’ Yes indeed! Experience is the need!
Experience Of Good And Evil? A Gift In Disguise From Above …?
Let me end this portion of my saga for now. Perhaps the next post? Meaningful Post from the past To Apply For This Moment.