Wind Beneath My Wings

Many dreamers describe the ability to fly in their dreams as an exhilarating, joyful, and liberating experience.

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This is a milestone day.

I take my last Epclusa pill. Three months, one pill a day. I have had my shower and hair wash. The morning chores are finished and I am having a delicious cup of Komodo Dragon. The birds are singing, Chibi hamster is snuggled in for her day’s slumber and feline China is napping on my bed, belly up.

I am copying the Guitar by Moonlight (Wind Beneath My Wings) to my computer so my rip and burn for this day is appropriate.

Dream early this morning.

I was at a carnival with a group of persons from Michigan. Working my shift in one of the many restaurants.

A few of them were so excited. They were going out too the large barge in the middle of the ocean that was as big as most resorts.

It had a reputation, good and bad. My man said he would go on with the others and when I got off I could fly out the only way I was accustomed too.
With the Wind beneath my Wings, free style.

The Link above will take you to another page I did on Dreams.

When I got off work before dark I took flight into the higher realms in self propelled flight.

It was so beautiful, the wind blowing my hair. The speed that I flew as the sun was just setting. Visibility was still good flying over the ocean currents.

They were on the far side. I made a smooth landing and persons kept saying an angel had fallen from the sky. The distant lights of the carnival rides could be seen from the floating barge.

Immediately I noticed that this was a party, a huge party of drinking and drugs,sex and all that goes with it. The man was very attentive to me.

He was quick too save me from the many men that wanted my attention.

That changed.

He would disappear and each time be lingered longer.On each return he would be higher and so out of it.

I was wearing my beautiful coat and had high top leather boots on. I was thirsty and hungry.

Afraid to partake of anything in lieu of the fact everything seemed to be laced with something or the other.

I decided the best for me was to fly back.

Looking out over the now black and turbulent water I realized the wind not at my advantage. I wondered if I could obtain the height needed to fly too my safety corner.

I tried.

It was not going to work with what I was wearing and I visualized a certain fall into the darkness of the sea.

I removed my cherished coat and boots and tried once again.

The wind kept blowing me back.

Again I visualized being completely thrown off course far and away from the carnival in one direction and the barge in the other.

Either way it was a decision I could not wisely make.

I left the area I was at on the barge and entered another area.

This one was even worse, derelicts and such low life that I feared for my life.

No one to protect me, no one I knew, all strangers with one goal. I was to remain grounded and unable too leave.

As in all dreams when danger lurks you hopefully wake up.

I did that.

My mouth was so parched and I was starving.

So, yet again the wind in a different form had kept me beneath it’s wings and protected me.

This is the first of many dreams of late that have not eluded me.

Since being on the Hep C Epclusa Cure my dreams have been in living color and more intense than usual. Once I awake they slip like sifting sand through my hand,lost too me in an elusive dream state of being.

Flying in dreams:

“I’m Flying”

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“Flying dreams fall under a category of dreams known as lucid dreams. Lucid dreams occur when you become aware that you are dreaming. Many dreamers describe the ability to fly in their dreams as an exhilarating, joyful, and liberating experience.

If you are flying with ease and are enjoying the scene and landscape below, then it suggests that you are on top of a situation. You have risen above something. It may also mean that you have gained a new and different perspective on things. Flying dreams and the ability to control your flight is representative of your own personal sense of power.Such dreams are sure to leave you with a great sense of freedom.”

Source of Dream Interpretation

https://www.dreamdictionary.org/common/flying-dreams/

Just a Molecule on my Teacup


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The day after Easter 2018 as I watched “Killing Jesus” on National Geographic a thought that has surfaced before came to mind yet again.

Back in biblical days the writings of Gospel of John were the supposed true facts of Jesus life. This begged to question my mind as to how they were waiting then and still over two billion so called Christians are still waiting.

Than the thought came to me that in this life we are born, we live the best life we can. We also must take into consideration how each of us have different circumstances and how they effect our lives.
It’s as if we were in a play and the main character.
We grow old and die.Or we die younger than we should because of accidents,health problems,mayhem or self destruction.

Where do we go ?

Could it be possible that this life we lived was our heaven or hell as it very well seems to be for many. We live in pain and wonder if death is the ultimate escape and we wonder about the so called heavenly bliss of afterlife.

I for one, do not allow any 4 walls of any church too hem me in. My heart holds my beliefs. I feel we do the best we can and should treat others as we would like to be treated. Often times turning the other cheek, looking the other way or just totally avoiding anything or anyone that upsets our bliss zen state of mind and spirit.

Perhaps the air we breath holds the essence of all those we have loved, human or animal. A breeze that suddenly blows our hair all over our face,or a sudden rainstorm dampens our skin like a dewy mist,suddenly appearing and disappearing.

Could the air we breathe be minute particles of life molecules ? Could our ancestors be gently sustaining us as we continue on in life’s journey ?

So of course I did some research.
Amazing how our minds think up these things and than lo and behold their is actually some truth in it.

“It sounds unlikely, though Kean is convinced. Consider the arithmetic, he argues. Caesar’s final breath – exhaled as he was stabbed to death in the senate – would have contained about a litre of air made up of about 25 thousand million million million molecules. At the same time, a litre of air represents 0.000000000000000000001% of all the air on Earth. When you crunch these numbers, says Kean, you will find that roughly one particle of the last air that was breathed out by Caesar more than 2,000 years ago will appear in your next breath.
“Across all that distance of time and space, a few of the molecules that danced inside his lungs are dancing inside yours right now.”

Source:
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/jul/16/caesars-last-breath-sam-kean-review-decoding-the-secrets-of-the-air-around-us

And here is something I wrote back in 2009.

It still applies more so today:

I am experiencing some minor annoyances in the form of phone calls and email from people I have long since decided not to associate with anymore.

How in the name of Zeus did they find my number or address? Easy.

They looked you up on the Web, or Goggled you, or rang up a former mutual acquaintance.

Privacy these days is a luxury.

Be polite. But firm. “I’m very busy. Thanks but no thanks.

Hope you are well, Got to run.

The fire alarm is going off
Someone is KNOCKING
The cell phone is ringing
Gotta Pee
May take longer
I am sorry you have dialed the wrong number
My cat just threw up

Do not renew a relationship which is more work than it’s worth.

My View on being a EX Jehovah Witless

The fear of burning forever in a fiery grave without the hope of eternal bliss has put FEAR in place of Love in man’s hearts.

If you’re a religious person, it’s easy to convert and become a spiritual person, but if you’re a spiritual person, there is no way in hell, that you would ever think about, becoming a religious person.
It would be like finishing college and then starting kindergarten all over again.
Once you shed your religious skin, you will never go back.

I for one am not in denial. I am very much AWAKE and I will never go back to the pits of that organization called the Watchtower.

May my Mother rest in eternal peace awaiting the New Earth she was promised. Oh and Only 144,000 going to Heaven…please don’t get me started on that one.

I have always said “Anyway the wind blows as long as it isn’t any where near a Kingdom Hall “.

The teachings of this organization have led so many down the wrong path and all for the wrong reasons.

Our family unit was totally destroyed by the so called unconditional love showed within the organization.

We tried to get our loved ones to truly see the light and they were told we were liars and apostates.

They were not allowed to even ask questions for fear of being reprimanded.

I am not here to bash anyone.
I do not think a person’s belief system should be ridiculed.

It is after all your life and your future.

Religion has become obsolete.
The Popes are corrupt,The little Lambs are being raped and plundered by pedophiles within.

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