It is with great relief, that I have at long last buying my own home, which continues to make me weep .
As a child I lived across from a creek that also had a trussel where we entertained ourselves time to time watching trains go by.
Under the trussels was the magical creek alive with minnows, mint, as we waded in fearless.
I lead or seemed to as a strangely mix walked those railroad tracks, fearlessly , even over trussels , as we made our way , miles away to the haunted mansion . Arriving home Daddy had come in from a trip, with Mom picking him up in a 52 Ford , to find we were no where to be found …he was mad, scared and mad.
I was elected to go before Daddy and plead for mercy which at 5 or 6 included mystical reasoning and tears for which Daddy was sensitive to . I wasn’t playing him , but in charge , and we related to each other deeply , which was and seems to always trip up siblings that prefer low energy reactions to lighter energies .
So, my farm has a delicious creek , and joy oh joy do I plan to explore , and I am sure I will have company .❤
Blessings come in various ways , and my waking dream has been threatened by many a shadow but there is much light ahead.
Clarvioance spoke to me this day, of my returning to land that was ancestral and I saw myself kneeling on the shore of my creek in deep joy and graditude for the support of ancestors and all the beloveds and experiences that have brought me to this place I have longed to be , with every beat of my heart , I know I am home on New Earth , and I shall always have faith in myself as a result ..How cool is that?
I’ll post a few pics later , but I am honoring my privacy as I prepare for a business of pleasure beyond my dreams allowed.
It is time to exhale and enjoy the trees and watch the birds and creatures as I return to my gardens , assisted by beloved who grasp my critical condition can no longer be ignored , with much help, my dream long delayed of better physical strength and resiliency and simplicity of life while enjoying others comes to be…reality .
It is also a bit of greif , for loss that continues to push past as present..Its over, long gone.
Blessings and Peace
Dream A little Dream, by Mamas n Papas https://youtu.be/fJwjLYRPxJY