Meanwhile getting back to the dream aspect... I have had dreams of flying to a crucially important meeting in Stonehenge. When I say flying no airplane and as I approached the area noticed was wearing a white robe. No recall of the meeting just that it was important... That was clear back about 1992 long before I knew of PX...etc. I had begun to be interested in earth changes at the time, studying some things with Michael, my man who was a meteorologist.
The dream: Beautiful, a bit somber; vivid colors.
Bright green of the grass dazzling whites of robes blue sky the gray of the stones.
Hey that is a 17 syllable one. (Just made it up.) For me when I spontaneously crank out one of these, it seem to trigger thought or memories... - YB
Bright green of the grass
dazzling whites of
robes blue sky
the gray of the stones.
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