CALIFORNIA GOVERNOR, YOU SUCK!

May 24, 2020

Governor Newsom (California) is severely restricting the reopening of churches……don’t get too close / don’t sing or use religious materials much (paraphrasing) – it is garbage.

Bars are open.  Liquor stores are open.  The right to worship is one of our basic rights.

If this is sooooooo bad in California, then you had best keep the state all closed for the flu.  Also the increased measles problem – no vaccines for illegals and those who choose not to get them….

Bill Gates – you are a piece of trash too.  If you are not familiar with him, but have only heard great things about him and Melinda – do a thorough research on them.  He stands to make billions on a potential vaccine.  He is also supports something permanent put into every human being to monitor them.  HA!

I AM JUST PLENTY PISSED OFF.  AT LEAST I HAVE A VENUE TO RELEASE MY ANGER.

I’m done.  Now back to happiness…no one can steal the time of my life for more than a few minutes.  It just isn’t worth it.  Besides, I know the truth.

Continuing California Fiasco – Thanks gov!

May 20, 2020

A few quotes from various California publications.

Who meets qualifications to get free motel or hotel rooms:

…..”Only homeless people who meet certain criteria, including being older than 65 and having health conditions that make them susceptible to dying of COVID-19, qualify. The goal of leasing 15,000 rooms would fall far short of reaching the total number of unhoused Californians in those vulnerable groups, but it still represented a massive undertaking that would have to unfold on a far more rapid timeline than most housing programs…”

…..”the largest impediments in some counties have been delays in preparing leased rooms for occupancy — not, as the governor has complained, NIMBY interests at the local level.  In other counties, a shortage of staff to care for homeless residents, providing services such as food services, security, nursing and case management, have been responsible for delays.” 

Gosh, for those who qualify, and WANT to be monitored, and told when and where they can leave the rooms (honestly) – it sounds like they will be on a brief Corona virus vacation….

On a side note:

……”Undocumented workers flooded California’s coronavirus disaster relief website Monday, causing the site to crash for several hours.  Monday was the first day undocumented Californians could apply for the one-time payment of $500 per individual or $1,000 per household. “

The site was crashed by the number of “ILLEGALS” scurrying to get help.  I know, I know, undocumented is politically correct, but at this point, who gives a damn what I say!

Definitions:

  1.  Undocumented – not having appropriate / or LEGAL documents.
  2.  Illegal – contrary to or forbidden by law.

California our First Communist State

May 3, 2020

Good job governor.  Required to stay off beaches, business’ closed, etc.  Citizens being ticketed, and when protesting at the capital, armed guards with batons – ready to “control” those who are outraged about it all.  Things have gone too far.  Is this still America?

I truly believe the hardest hit in California are indigents, illegals, and those who live in poverty.  I think that is probably what is happening in New York too.

Newsom allocated $50 million to BUY or provide rooms for ninety days for the largest homeless population of any state-108,000 people.  Oh, he is also providing trailers.

He also is using 100 million more for grants to provide support services.

Let’s think about it:  You can come to California and stay if you entered illegally, or are an indigent.  California provides free phone and service to everyone like this.  Redding provides tents, bikes, clothing and such.  Now free food and motels and a stipend monthly.

I wonder if he leased or bought the motel 6 chain (one of many provided).  Curiously I also wonder what will happen when the state “reopens” (if ever)….will all these folks just be told “Okay, times up.  Leave. ”

Perhaps not.  Newsom is talking about buying hotels so long-term housing will be provides.  Hmmmm….I think that includes food, medical services, cleaning services, and of course, security services. What do I know, I am a peasant with a hard-working husband who exchanges his life for what these folks will be given for fee.  After all Newsom says these people are California”s most vulnerable citizens.

I know in California we are experiencing “early releases” from jails.  “You’re done.  We don’t want you to get sick.  Here is $200.00.  Bye bye.

I may have mentioned, one non-violent offender was released, and 24 hours later my friend had to shoot and kill him because he was coming into her home.  Police said she did the right thing.

California is still on a “STAY AT HOME order. I guess we are “lucky” we are ALLOWED to go out at all.  I tried to get an accurate count on corona virus deaths – I mean the actual count, not these counts that are including deaths really not accurate, but “clumped together” with other deaths – no luck.

Just a note to give you CDC numbers on the flu virus this year thus far this year: between 39 million and 56 million flu illnesses, minimum 410,000 hospitalizations, and as many as 62 thousand deaths from flu. 169 of those were children.

For You My Friends!

April 30, 2020

I just thought one of you might not have “spring” in your yard…..so I wanted to post the photo of these flowers for you to enjoy.  I wish there was a way to send flowers with the lovely fragrance some produce.  Take a breath and let your shoulders relax, and  your mind receive the new plug of oxygen to invigorate and relax you simultaneously.  Relax, exhale and let go of any thoughts that are holding your joy hostage.  Love and blessings to you all!white flowers.jpg

Hello. Please enjoy these amazing flowers.

April 30, 2020

If YOU do not have any spring flowers near you, perhaps a photo of some lovely ones in my yard will be at least acceptable. I wish the fragrance of different flowers could be passed along here.

I do not even know the name of the tree these flowers come from.  It is a large tree, although smaller ones produce these bouquets too. Aren’t they exquisite?

NOW please spoil your mind and body:  Wherever you are, standing, sitting or lying down – give yourself a minute or two to relax.  Easier than you think…take a big slow breath through the nose and hold it for a moment or two (knowing) it will refresh you, relax you, and energize you all at the same time! Visualize this happening. When you exhale (through the mouth) send any negative thoughts along with the exhalation.

Let any worry, anger, insecurity, or other negative thoughts be blown out to dissipate immediately. See this happening in your “mind’s eye.  Do this slowly for a couple of minutes and then get back to “it” – whatever it is!  The physiology of the body (the way it functions) REALLY works this way…Help it do what it does by by thinking in these terms when breathing.  Amazing things will happen if you “practice breathing” a few times a day to get the benefits. Get in the habit!

Please believe me when I say I care!  God knows I really do!

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The Truth about what Socialism really is…..

January 31, 2020

Think about this before you accept socialism as something you want to see in America.  READ ON….

Socialism is extremely in vogue. Opinion pieces which tell us to stop obsessing over socialism’s past failures, and start to get excited about its future potential, have almost become a genre in its own right.

“Charting new destinations for humanity”  sounds amazing, right? But what does this mean, in practice? How would “the people” manage “their” economy jointly? 

Would we all gather in somewhere , and decide how many products of one type we should produce? And just exactly – WHO GETS WHAT and how often!  What, and really think about this one,  if it turns out we don’t agree on much, WHERE DO WE GO FROM THERE?

These are not some trivial technical details that we can just leave until after a revolution. These are the most basic, fundamental questions that a proponent of ANY economic system has to be able to answer. 

Almost three decades have passed since the fall of the Berlin Wall – enough time, one would think,  for “modern” socialists to come up with some ideas for a different kind of socialism.  After all those years they have still not moved beyond just staging buzzwords that sound amazing, and oddly enough….just before an election! 

Those authors do not seem to remember, that there is nothing remotely new about the amazing aspirations they talk about! Giving “the people” democratic control over economic life has always been the aspiration, and the promise, of socialism. 

Is it not that this has never occurred to the people who were actually involved in earlier socialist projects?  When facts are placed next to each other, on the pro’s and con’s of socialism, ultimately the majority of countries FAIL miserably when socialism is put into place!

As far as I could discover, there  was never a time when socialists started out with the express intention of creating stratified societies led by a technocratic elite. Socialism, however,  always turned out that way, but not because it was intended to be that way.

Socialism, democratic or not, is just what is/was found in the Soviet Union. It is also found in Cuba, East Germany, North Korea and Nicaragua.   

These regimes are noted to have been, and still are the most impoverished, bleak, brutal, and inhumane in history.  Obviously Democratic Socialists in America do not want to be associated with them at this point in time.

Other nations have been ruined by socialism, which socialists always purports to be for the people.

VENEZUELA

Hugo Chavez was praised by U.S. elitists for seizing the nation of Venezuela’s oil to eliminate poverty and provide free health care and education for all.  In actuality Chavez murdered a nation.

When he died he left the country’s control to someone equally unscrupulous!   This man made things much worse! The economy is in shambles, stores are empty! Many people live without what we consider basic needs; such as toothpaste and toilet paper. 

Citizens are malnourished and sick.  They are desperate.  This country proved its oil reserves to be most plentiful on this oil hungry planet.

The U.N says since 2014, over 2 million people have fled.  Another 800,000 to a million  may leave by the end of this year!  Only those in control of the government in socialism, live well. 

GREECE

Greece, too, is in the midst of many tragedies.  The socialist movement was founded in 1974, and has played a large part in the crisis’ that are still occurring.  Greece has been called Socialism on steroids, by Stephen Moore, an economist who wrote for the Washington Times. 

He said, that it is a place where the government gives a lot of things away for free, few people work, and millions receive government pensions, paychecks, or welfare checks.  As of three years ago, only half of the young people were employed. Many people have been forced to retire early because of no work opportunities.  

The people have hoarded food, money and medicine.  The government had three  international bailouts so as to avoid default on huge debts.   The weaknesses of socialism are playing out right now!

SPAIN

Spain is another country that has experimented with quasi-socialist governments, and citizens are paying a terrible price for doing so!  The country has gone from budget surpluses, and a growing middle class – to wrenching stern and extreme policies, and collapsing wages  triggered by Spanish bank failures.  

Spain had been a modern, wealthy, and technologically advanced European social democracy. Then the Socialists launched the largest stimulus package in the European Union( as a share of the economy.)

The national debt doubled rapidly, banks and governments failed, taxes were raised, and unemployment reached Depression-era levels.  The economy was wrecked.

ISRAEL, UNITED KINGDOM, INDIA

These three countries embraced socialism,  it always, seems successful at first.  But As historian Lee Edwards wrote (the Daily  Signal )-The United Kingdom, India, and Israel have all embraced socialism, however, decades later have moved towards free market capitalism.

At first all seemed wonderful and the countries seemed to be thriving.  But as other countries have discovered, government planners could not keep pace with increasing population, and overseas competition.  

The declining economic growth and rising unemployment in all three countries forced them to abandon socialism. 

 The Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher reported that “the problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people’s money.”

NORDIC COUNTRIES

If someone reports socialism as a success in Nordic countries…that is actually a poor example.  Actually they practice mostly free market economics with high taxes exchanged for generous government entitlement programs.

These countries were economic successes before they build welfare states…

the productive economies generated good incomes for workers, which in turn allowed governments to raise tax revenue needed to pay for social benefits.  It was not the government benefits that created wealth, but the wealth that allowed the luxury of generous government programs.

Also, something that reflects the lack of government interference in business is that none of these countries have minimum wage laws.  Workers are paid what they are worth, not based on government’s perception of what is fair.

Government planners were not able to keep up with an increasing population and competition from overseas.  After economic growth declining, the three countries abandoned socialism and turned towards capitalism.

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This has been a very long post- but if you read it all, you should have some truthful ideas of what socialism  is.  It is a flawed system based on faulty principles.  Those principles are not consistent with human behavior, and do not help the human spirit to thrive – it destroys it instead!  

Socialism promises prosperity, equality, and security for all. What it ultimately delivers is poverty, misery, and tyranny! If you have any doubts these words are true….verify them yourself.  I did!

Diesel and Donna

September 24, 2019

Diesel and Donna

My day began as many others do. The morning was a bit cooler. I cannot say I am sorry ,as recently, the hot weather has taken a toll on my energy level.

It was a day of a routine schedule. Nothing exasperating, nothing remarkable , until I saw a statuesque young woman, with blonde hair, walking her dog. He was a fairly large, very black dog. They moved slowly together.

We passed and I said hello . I mentioned her dog limping….thinking perhaps the dog had twisted an ankle.

My Axel Bear, a Rottweiler, often charges across the yard to chase the sounds along the fence-line. In doing so, sometimes he twists his paw. One time he tore both ACL joints and was in severe pain. But that is another story……

She said her boy was eleven and had arthritis. I have some arthritis so I know how painful it is. I can voice my pain All a dog is able to do is limp, or pant, or sometimes voice an occasional whimper. All the owner can do for his or her beloved dog, is attend to the business of caring for the animal, when these things become obvious.

This afternoon I saw this patient and kind – lovely woman, walking her dog again. I watched her for a few minutes.

She was in pace with the animal in pain. She never hurried the dog or got impatient. She just lovingly stood as he looked around, sniffed the air, and decided when it was time to walk a few steps further.

It was genuinely an amazing sight to see. In recent days, I have read about dog owners giving their dog away when they get old…taking them to the dog pound, or trying to sell them saying,“We just moved and we cannot have a dog.” It makes me FUME!

When we accept the unconditional love of the greatest friend human beings have – a dog – we need to not only feed and care for them through out their young and vibrant years; we need to fulfill our commitment, as we would with a child, during those more difficult and painful years. We should not dump them because they need more care and perhaps medical help…or because we are fearful to see them wither on the vine and pass away.

As I watched these “friends” walking past, I could not help but ask what their names are. The young woman said, “This is Diesel and I am Donna.

I asked if I might write a bit about them, and though taken by surprise, she said it was alright.

I wanted to tell this LOVE STORY between a young blonde woman, and a very black older dog. The love was obvious. The patience and care was beautiful, and it touched my heart deeply!

If only everyone who accepted all that a dog has to offer, would fulfill a dog’s life, as this woman is obviously doing, it would be miraculous.

Bless them both. When the time comes for separation, I know, and believe with ALL my heart – God would never give us such a gift only to end the Spirit forever.

I believe Diesel will be playing, pain free, at the Rainbow bridge, and waiting with kisses and love in his heart, for his Donna!

Another night, Another world

July 18, 2018

Everyone had been hanging around, waiting patiently because they knew something was going to happen. You could hear the crackling of the power lines. No one knew why, but suddenly, atop the massive pillar of iron, sparks flew and the light became more intense.

People kept coming out of the building sitting directly next to the tower. It reminded me of the iron oil wells daddy used to drill, in times gone by.

I was certain there must have been a ladder that had been welded for workers to reach the top, which was at least as tall as the old red building that held at least four hundred people when the “season” was here.

I spoke to a man, none of us were strangers any more, as we all were drawn together by the hypnotic sounds and sights. It was a show of power…one that was mystical as no one knew what was to come; there was a high level of fear as to what actually would happen. The crackling became louder and more intense. The light was steady and creating shadows of various forms from the things projected in the black of the night.

I walked around, not even sure why I was there, but one thing I knew for sure was that same man who had invaded my dreams so many times was there. I heard his voice faintly in the background repeating my name – and saying, “Where are you? I will find you.”

It was at that moment I bolted, I dodged a group of mixed human beings (meaning ages, colors, and sizes) – a mix of all the creation of mankind. They turned and looked briefly as I said, “I am sorry, excuse me, pardon me.” I had always been polite. Polite and considerate of others. I was born a good girl, and a trusting living soul.

I heard the voice again – louder this time. I jumped off a curb and shot across the street and entered what appeared to be a kind of “viewing room”…perhaps it was built this way to just encourage people to sit and rest, and look through the large glass window. It was quite the view at that moment. I stood in front for a moment and looked first at the high tower and the more intense spurts of light and color. It had grown larger in just those few moments.

The window had glass that kept the sounds from permeating the ears of all who were there…though it seemed like an echo was resounding in my ears and filling my head with intense crackling.

I saw the building. I saw shadows of hundreds of people. Some were standing and some running in all directions, seeking a place where they felt safe – and yet could watch the impending, expected explosion.

I turned for a moment and realized there were quite a few people in this sanctuary; but they were intent on watching and not socializing. Eyes were all focused on the top of the tower of iron and metals.

In the distance I heard that familiar voice calling my name over and over. I knew what was going to happen. I sat down and tried to make myself small and invisible. In a moment what I had dreaded began. I saw the head of this giant man peek inside, and as if I were the only person in the room – his eyes met mine. He could smell my fear and the scent of me. He was a dog on the hunt, and I had been trapped.

Everyone in the room had turned to see him as he swaggered in and towards me. He towered above all others but the man sitting next to me gently took my hand and looked at me. Without words he said he understood.

We rose and turned to walk to the exit in the back. I could hear the giant man mumble under his breath, “I will get you again because you belong to me.” He had told me once, with a shotgun to my head, “If I can’t have you no one will.”

The power of his words overcame my survival senses, and I thought of the person ever-gently holding my hand. He was trying to give me wings to fly away….but I knew ultimately he would be the one permanently hurt if I let this go further.

“I will be okay. Thanks.” I said as I looked into his eyes, unclasp my hand and stopped. Just at that moment the giant said, “I knew you would want me”. He roughly wrapped me in his arms, picked me up and carried me in his arms.

The stranger did not know what to do, but I did. I thanked him with my silent eyes as I knew he
would have tried to save me……but at his own expense.

When we got outside he sat me down in a dark corner of the access road that was on the eastern side of the building. He began to undress me as I stood frozen with fear. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. It was as if I had been hypnotized and my mind was looking at this nightmare from aloft. I was unable to speak or move.

Just at the moment he had begun to slip his hand into my panties, the top of the tower lit the entire sky sparks flew everywhere, and it blew. Everyone began to scream and run. The shrapnel flew into the air, and then downward into the crowd. The explosion did not culminate with one loud burst…it kept exploding and moving downward on the tower – along with other bursts of light and sounds of explosions outward on the lines that extended to all directions.

The green building was hit. People were screaming. I thought perhaps my eardrums had burst as I could no longer hear the crackling and explosions. Ensuing projectiles bombarded the crowd, hitting one or two at a time.

I could feel my feet begin to run. I did not know where I was going, and I did not look back. I could have run a marathon at that moment, and won. My feet flew and between steps it seemed as if I actually had wings to make the distance I tread further and further away from
the danger.

My mind shred into memories, the present, and an impending future. I ran lightly and swiftly – on my toes. I had never run so fast before. Behind me began to get quieter each step I moved. My feet barely touched the ground as my stride grew larger. i saw darkness a head, and everything was still behind me. I still never slowed my stride; never turned my head for fear of slowing down. I just kept running. I ran until I could run no more.

He Alone Knows Your Heart

July 12, 2018

He Alone Knows Your Heart

He alone knows the trials and the tragedy. The beginning and the end. The days you think you cannot move, the pain, the end of friends.

He alone knows the irony that life presents to each of us. The joys the sorrows, the mysteries, the seemingly awful way of things each living soul must endure.

He knows who’s heart is black, and sees the light of those so awfully pure. No there isn’t a perfect holiest of human beings, for no matter how we may try….

Evil pierces the infinite soul of each, even just a touch as he goes by. He looks for those who are weakened by the toils and loss of beloved souls. He looks from underneath a rock, and peeks out from deep holes.

He hides in forms that will be pleasant to the eyes, in the inexperienced youth, he confuses the instinct of good. He makes the appearance of something that should to us offend – he touches the senses, and undercover he will go -he prods and pushes just enough
to make us act, even though “we really know”…
What is wrong and right; we always know because that little voice from within, was not a fleeting thought at all, it was a gift from Him. For God never leaves us.

He gives us discernment to know wrong from right, not just a fleeting thought, a silly whim, or turn of the mind. We justify our actions, try to make right in the sight of God. We walk with heavy steps into the night- the capricious decision – we know it wasn’t right.

So here is the magic, just so you’ll know. You ALWAYS have the choice of what to do, and where to go. If you have made a decision that is bad and you know it, you won’t be shamed if you change your mind, the courage is within you to do it.

Just firmly say, “No this isn’t the way, I won’t follow the devil today.” Even if you say this in your mind and not aloud, God will hear your words, and your God will surely be proud. You’ve acknowledged His power and are projecting His will – He wants high things for you, and He will never leave you. Together you will climb to the top of the hill!”

When you choose the way you know is right, I swear that this is true, when you get “to the top” there will be a satisfaction you could never feel without His help and love. The elation of knowing He is within you, giving endless power from above – the realization that you were born because the Creator of it all wanted YOU! YOU were truly conceived of love!

You will sing and laugh and know each time you “choose” a path- you already know exactly what to do….the Master of it all, will always gently whisper, the perfect answer for you.

He alone knows your every thought.  He alone knows your heart.

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Another Dream – “Awakening”

June 14, 2018

A Dream melded with Reality – Actually a bit daunting – but true!  Sometime late in May, 2018….

Since I broke my back there have been many residual effects physically that I deal with on a basis between me and God. So many emotions and set backs, so much to deal with physically and mentally. Yet I know many living souls must endure hardships.

The dream last night was the most predominant over me physically that I have ever had. It was terrifying. It almost kept me prisoner. I normally awake at 8AM, but on occasion 7 or 7:30. I couldn’t see the clock that has quietly ticked by my bed since mama gave it to me over twenty years ago.

When I lay down, I closed my eyes peacefully, exhausted. I began remembering the horror that beset my life so many years earlier.

My life had been one of unrest, confusion ,and pleasure melded together in a cocktail of alcohol – with some remorse, sadness; shaken with physical pain and turmoil.

The dream manifested in a home still in construction. The home itself was a giant maze of rooms and windows and people, and it was still being built. I was traveling with someone who gave me love and caused me grief simultaneously. Mixed with memories of past and what seemed the present, we spent time with people who seemed nice but had motives beyond the purity of my mind. It seemed as if the entire place was a nest of normal looking people who were scarred or playing games of sex and violence.

My traveling companion and I parted often while in this house, as the hostess was showing me the projection in the continuous building of the house. He disappeared and appeared frequently enough not to be unsettling.

She showed me the biggest room being built. It faced a prison, both with men and women.
You could see them though an iron fence clearly – walking and being lead here and there. Suddenly officers burst into the room and told the woman she would need to close up all windows facing the prison. The next few minutes were confusing and filled with the bustle of officers and strange faces confronting one another.

I knew it was time to go. I did not want to be there anyway. I thought someone I had believed to be in the prison was with my animals, which was disconcerting. I was compelled to find out for sure. That was the purpose of the trip. It was then the companion appeared. He had been having sex with many of the women. I swallowed hard but surprisingly I was not hurt. I just wanted to leave.

I knew this had happened and I told my companion “We need to leave.” He hemmed and made excuses to keep stopping on the trek. We made our way through the rooms and I politely said “Goodbye, I am leaving.” He chose to come but stopped along the way and was engaged in sex with both genders now. It was a sickness. There were excuses made. His spirit had left him exiting through indulgences. There was no excuse to me for the illicit behaviors.

I was ready to go, sitting in a long blue vehicle that was open and only had two bench seats. It was more like sitting in a futurist ride at a fairground, but it was sitting next to others similar, in nature. No wheels, no steering. He said he needed to do something before we left. I sat.

Then I got up and looked and he was sexually interacting with several men. I had to leave, only to find myself wondering from place to place in what seemed like a number of stores with cobblestone walk ways. I saw a mix of others…some of his kind – those he had known, and many who were in my position. I was exhausted and sat down to get off my feet. They had begun to be numb again, tingling and painful.

I heard music, rather a loud rhythm to music, like a drum in the distance getting louder. All I wanted to do was get out of there. Before I could leave someone brought my traveling companion and said he had caring for him. He had been in a fight and my fraudulent friend was in a state of permanent brain damage, and would be there laying down forever. He was still with eyes closed. It was better. I told him I could not take him and I could not stay. The man nodded.

The next thing I remember clearly was thinking I needed to move and get out of there. I opened my eyes and tried to move. I was in bed laying on my side and my feet wouldn’t move….its happened before for a moment upon waking, but this time it seemed my arms, (one by my side, and one overhead) wouldn’t move. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they began to close and I was in the dream again, with the drumming loud now. I closed my eyes and felt absolute fear.

I tried again to open my eyes, or to move, and though they opened and I was cognizant of wanting to move, they closed again and I couldn’t. I was frozen in that position, literally frozen, but my mind knew I had to move. I thought of calling the dog to awaken me, but words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. I was terrified now. My eyes closed again and I knew I was returning to this place – but I knew I must not do so. I did briefly, then startled myself trying to awake.

I turned to God now as I always do and asked for help. As He always does, in one way or another, He made me know I was going to move. He never leaves me but asks only that I call upon Him for help.

I moved my my arm above my head and wiggled my fingers. I worked my eyes until they stayed open, and began to force my back to turn and my legs to move. It was terrified to be frozen in real time. Terrified. It was not a dream now….I had passed from a state of unconscious life not under my control…. I was coming back. I moved my arm now that was at my side, and used it to help turn me to my back. I felt the sting of pain, and a push behind me.

 

When I first moved, I felt I wanted to return to the place I had just been…I had not gotten the task of finding my dog and my friend completed. That wasn’t it. I somehow wanted, in part, to return. But I was horrified at the thought of laying there unable to moved and with my mind and body fully in another place – one that was filled with fear and one that took the purity of my mind and held it captive.

My eyes wanted to close, but only God could keep them open. The thought of Him empowered my movements and I turned to my other side, forcing my legs and feet to move with me.

I took a breath and abruptly sat and then with feet still not under my control I stood and moved quickly to keep my presence. I ambled down the hallway, saw the dog laying in the kitchen, and he lifted his head and looked at me. Somehow he senses when I am in peril and I was still terrified. I moved from room to room awakening those frozen limbs, my eyes now fully opened.

I was beyond that place and wandering from room to room, until fully separated. I knew I had to write this dream, as I do many dreams, and begin to live in this world again. This struggle with my body movement and breaking loose was not a dream. I feel I am to reiterate – “Time is of the essence. Move, be alive and choose wisely.”

Minutes passed and I asked the dog to sit on the bed next to me, which he eagerly did, as I reached for this laptop to record the nights events and the exit from one real world to the other.

My exit is complete now and I feel exonerated from the night. I was not deluded with alcohol or other drugs when I said good night to my husband and switched off the light.

I am fully awake now. I don’t want to go to that place again. It has nothing for me. I stopped writing for a moment, stretched my neck and turned and looked at the clock. One hour has passed since the trauma of awakening and movement began. It feels good to be able to stretch and move. I am scarred but alive – I never want to be taken away like that wherein I am “almost” unable to return.

 

Many of my dreams are imprinted in my memories for years in my conscious state, though I have never been trapped like that in one before. I do not want to experience that again. My dreams will continue.  This dream has meaning for many to draw from..with understanding and motivation..

Before I could post this, my dog jumped off the bed in panic. I rushed to the backslider and opened it and he proceeded to throw up from the beginning of the patio to the edge of the grass.
Far-fetched I know, but looking at the mess to clean up. I thought he took the remnants of the horrible feelings I had on this bed, in escaping this dream, and he vomited them up .

He feels better now, and so do I.

I have thanked God for the power He bestows upon anyone, no matter what his or her history, for just believing. I have asked and pleaded all my life for things. It would be so remiss of me not to remember to praise and thank God for His power in my life.

I want to dream of flying again. For this awakening I press towards what remains of my living days on this planet earth as a human being. I am grateful.