DEEPLY AWAKE – WHAT COMES NEXT
Yesterday was a singular day, one for the history books. I wrote The Trinity early in the morning, couldn't do anything but let it flow. Then, I moved on to other things, got busy, but I was distracted. Something was coming, and I knew it. I hung with it. And then I wrote Home.
I had a weird experience once I had all the “send” buttons required to get the word out, and I want to tell you about it.
Months ago I had a very vivid dream. I feel gypped because I do not carry dreams from the sleep state much anymore. I have massive awakenings, and my body always flushes excruciatingly upon waking, but pictures, sounds, feelings, plans, no, they evaporate before my eyelids tremble open.
So, when I do wake up with a full-on dream, I savor it, remain still, relive it over and over until it fades, and this one in the spring, was it?, it knocked my socks off. I knew it to be prophesy for me, but I had no idea what it meant until yesterday afternoon.
When I pushed “send,” the weirdest stillness came over me.