dreamtimereturn
Rising Star
the eye; it was everything shimmering with reflection, slow motion time and thought, fast movements of my head bound by gravity and to my shoulders looking at the room in disbelief, every movement gathered information from the environment, it felt like it was an unlimited flow of information from time and within time, ever changing ever moving, it lasted for what felt like it would last an eternity only to wither out of existence into the transition that became more apparent, became slower lower vibrations, then as the vibrations grew the synchronicitys did too, you could just as well call them coincidences but thats a sticky one, there’s like a gray area between, almost like some you can urge but still are in utter amazement of their actual happening while others make you think you thought you knew what the hell was going on when really.... electronics went nuts, partly because of me, or it could have just been the strange medicine.. i think it was both
in my visions i visited family that i haven’t seen in years, cousins and grandparents dead and alive, that’s when the elder grandparent complex made itself known to me, but only known, just touching the surface i’d imagine. the concepts that i have to bring back are hard to carry they fly through my mind like they weren’t even there. some of them form into instincts that last, while others gone to the wind and the high tall trees.
although i didn’t know it, light reflection and my own reflection would play a huge role the next time.
the universe returns favors through understanding of it; this i think i kknnooww~! when things are going good they usually stay good until something comes into the path and disrupst it, it could be an idea or a concept a memory or it could even be a movement or a feeling, really any event. sometimes same direction as before sometimes not, but it moves on and on like time would if it could if it had no hands. not time in the sense of a clock but kind of, clocks are indeed a good system of time telling but what about the other time? the one that moves like a wave almost and kind of resembles a path, a path that brings whomever wherever to a greater understanding. but i still feel the wind. I can’t say its the same as when i was a kid, i remember just wondering where it came from, these gusts of wind moving through me, in me around me, chilling me to the bone. death is a close friend i just don’t want to see him for awhile
thrive with the movement of wind, show sorrows on your wings and bleed them out, follow your eyes and stay with movement, move into any moment with understanding of transition, change any moment. you are i am, Love
10g mimosa
6g rue
in my visions i visited family that i haven’t seen in years, cousins and grandparents dead and alive, that’s when the elder grandparent complex made itself known to me, but only known, just touching the surface i’d imagine. the concepts that i have to bring back are hard to carry they fly through my mind like they weren’t even there. some of them form into instincts that last, while others gone to the wind and the high tall trees.
although i didn’t know it, light reflection and my own reflection would play a huge role the next time.
the universe returns favors through understanding of it; this i think i kknnooww~! when things are going good they usually stay good until something comes into the path and disrupst it, it could be an idea or a concept a memory or it could even be a movement or a feeling, really any event. sometimes same direction as before sometimes not, but it moves on and on like time would if it could if it had no hands. not time in the sense of a clock but kind of, clocks are indeed a good system of time telling but what about the other time? the one that moves like a wave almost and kind of resembles a path, a path that brings whomever wherever to a greater understanding. but i still feel the wind. I can’t say its the same as when i was a kid, i remember just wondering where it came from, these gusts of wind moving through me, in me around me, chilling me to the bone. death is a close friend i just don’t want to see him for awhile
thrive with the movement of wind, show sorrows on your wings and bleed them out, follow your eyes and stay with movement, move into any moment with understanding of transition, change any moment. you are i am, Love
10g mimosa
6g rue
