Dreaming, September 15, 2024
Learning When Sleeping
My instructor was a beautiful blonde blue eyed woman who sees herself as a being who is without flaws, is extremely competent, and is not-lacking of any kind humilities. She is lovely upon the eyes but her light from behind her sight will cut and shred a consciousness into small fragments of absolute nothingness. Until she is put in her place by her own reasoning, and she chooses to walk away quietly and without any responses, will she dismiss her growling of why “you are incompetent! Not worthy! And, a waste of time!” Poof she’s gone.
Her violent memories are placed by using scissors, into my circular conscience of one life on a circular timeline held in my hands. As I wove all of them together, placing a rough ball of magnetic fields into the core of all my existences. Holding (all) of the golden ratios in a ball of 360°, representing one timeline, at a time, attached to many others and each consciousness of myself were thousands of lives livd creating the circumference of all houses of 30° that it took to learn one lesson completely. I breathed a happiness that a lesson was finally learned as I became “godlike” in my understanding of consciousness
And I remembered her wicked cruel judgmental eyes that’s daggers of verbal abuses of why “she’s not intelligent enough” came to my mind. And once in a while, she reappears only to point her crooked bent finger of accusations, my way. “Oh, how I hate when she shows up… once in a full moonlight of memories.”
And then… I watched the bearded wise man say to her, “no, you don’t get it. You’re unable to see her shine like a star that she is. Because she is brighter than yourself.”
And puff, off into her nebula she withdraws sulking from her injustices and her raging pointing fingers. I won’t see her face again… until I allow her a visit from my past.
“She’s gone now. Breathe easy.”
“You must integrate what you learned from her. ‘Ole accuser of self.’ Let her brilliance know who you are and where you’ve come from in the seashells and circumferences of all your lives of 360°.”
And now, I am awake and aware of what a souls Journey in many lessons of one person. I hold the image of reincarnation in my hands and memories in dreams and see it as my mind created the images of a life. Mine. Over many thousands of years.
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