The way is love

Graphically real in a full monty kind of way

Our hearts dream for us

My dreams are prophetic. They always have been.

When I was quite young, I started writing down my dreams. Somehow I knew even as a young girl that they were very significant for me.

I started writing a regular journal when I was around 10. It helped me calm my mind, and still does.

I learned to read at four, and loved immersing myself in stories. I would read the ones I loved over and over again. I remember Charlotte’s Web and A Wrinkle in Time both really affected me. I loved the magic in them, and the characters that were strong and maligned, much like I was.

I still read books I love more than once, and I watch TV series over again too, such as Poirot, Sherlock Holmes, Midsomer Murders, Foyle’s War, Miss Marple, The Bletchley Circle and Call the Midwife.  They comfort me because they all have one thing in common, the main character(s) is solid and intuitive. They care about people and they are experts at what they do. They put their heart into their work.

I have put my heart into many things, but not always the right things for me.

When I was a girl, I knew who I was. I was a writer and a reader and an intuitive.

And so I am.

My dreams have told me many things. Some were magnificent, where I was flying above the city streets free and strong. Other dreams were nightmares where I was in danger, often being tortured in some way. Other dreams I was travelling in a greater or lesser state of dress. Sometimes lost or losing my possessions, sometimes well-dressed and with ticket in hand or car waiting in the driveway.

But no matter what the dream was, it told me something. I didn’t always listen to what my inner world was telling me, but it spoke to me all the same.

With experience, I have learned to pay attention. So when a nightmare screams out to me, I let it distract me and teach me what I need to know. I write it down, I think about it a lot and I feel what my inner self wants me to know.

I am not saying this is easy. I often don’t sleep as well. I am distracted so it’s harder to write. I find myself staring off into space as the meaning of the dream slowly falls into place.

But invariably, I learn so much more about myself. Our inner world is vast, and we are so easily distracted by our outer world that we often miss being who we truly are.

But my dreams bring me back to what I really love, and who I truly am.

It has taken me almost 45 years to really listen. As they say, it’s never too late.

 

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