I sit here;relaxed having a cup of chai tea and listening to the music.
Thinking of how we never see the beauty of the butterfly until it emerges from the safety of its cocoon.
It’s so warm inside the cocoon. Like a mother carrying her child under her heart for nine months. Safe and protected.
The metamorphism of the butterfly takes place and the wings slowly open and there she is in all her glory.
The woman goes into labor, a labor of love and pain. She delivers a child who cries out. Is the child crying because it no longer feels safe?
Of course not,the child cries for the life-sustaining air that we breathe.
Her tiny fingers and toes are fingerprinted and all vital statistics are recorded.Time, date, weight, general health.
The thing is she has already been fingerprinted from her creator. There is only one of her, unless of course she is an identical twin and that’s another one of life’s seemingly unanswered questions. Are twins fingerprints identical?
The world is her stage and now she has a major part in it. She is a lead role player in every scenario she creates.
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”
~ William Shakespeare
As she grows; others will create acts for her and she will have to make decisions as to participating.
Sometimes, I feel I am still in a cocoon. I retreat there sometimes, when I need to recharge my batteries. When I am in my space, my creative juices start flowing. So many thoughts, ideas go off in my head it feels like someone has turned the light switch on.
When I sleep, I still feel as if I am in this amazing place, where my dreams can take me away to far away lands and I can fly over oceans and mountains. My favorite dreams are dreams within a dream; as in lucid dreaming.
“Your mind is apt to be challenged, Dear Scorpio, by a strong force that is calling on you to lift off the ground and take flight. More than likely there is a strong person or situation that enters the scene today to remind you of the importance of the imagination. Don’t get so fixed in your position that you fail to see the benefits of other ways of looking at the same thing.”
Sometimes I plan my dreams. Ok, I have pulled up the elusiveness now and I just wanted to add that before sleep I asked the universe for dreams to come and I was thinking about kissing and relating on a more feeling mode instead of sexually.
The dream came…
I went to sleep at 4 am with Purrby cat by my side. Inside my dream I was awakened to a room full of persons that I had no knowledge of ever seeing or meeting. The window was wide open and the curtain was the only pertinent thing in the room, it was here (my apartment) but it had been totally transformed.
There was emptiness to the room as in pictures and material things, very plain. The persons were beautiful in form and small kittens were scattering about. They were not in good health from being outdoors and were cuddling with Purrby.
On a whiteboard the words, “Welcome to Sunpar’s Journey to Jupiter ” in 3-D was written. The crop music was playing. I was being touched and caressed simultaneously by many hands. The touch filled me with intimidation and I was told to relax and enjoy these things bestowed upon me.
One man in particular was a leader of sorts and in my mind I assumed that he at some time had been with these other woman. I remember hovering over the group in suspended animation and being moved in different directions by persons moving there hands. My ex was here and at first seemed to be upset that so much attention was centered on me; until a lady chose him and they melted into a long kiss, a passionate one.
All the while my interest was in wanting this man. Everyone said I was holding back that I had to give in to my feelings but that it was not time for this specific man. He touched me in ways that consumed and absorbed my soul, I felt very connected to him. Then all of a sudden we were in time transported to another place. It was like a big yard and I had to winky tink. I walked to the canal and he was there and we winky tinked together.
He held me and told me to release my desires and then he gently kissed me. I desired more but not yet were his words. Everyone had laptops and were connected to a site that said the words about Sunpar and Jupiter, many zillion of years (2165) into the future.
There are messages that I am trying to remember that concerned me. Look inside is coming through and don’t hold back, go.
The dream is fading now but remnants of me coming back here. The apartment was all cleaned up and no evidence of my past life was here. It was clean and functional yet very basic. The door opened this time as the window had been sealed off to outsiders and he walked in. He took me in his arms and told me to CRY, to let everything fall on his shoulders.
It was not to be sexual in nature, but about feeling and touch. Then slowly a new group of persons that had gotten news of this group came in the room, they came in through unknown portals.
The kittens, slipping in under the door stripping were back all clean, playing and scattering about as kittens do. Like wee children let loose at the playground. It was a reunion again and even though I did not KNOW these persons they felt like my family and we connected on all levels of communication and oneness.
I love my dreams They are always in color. Years ago I was prescribed Xanax for anxiety and I had the worse nightmares imaginable. I quit taking that crap.
What the Bleep Do We Know ???
That was an extraordinary movie. I have not taken prescribed meds since watching it.
That’s what the Bleep I know.