I have the dreams, don’t ask me why. They are what I would call very natural, even intuitive. They come to me sometimes in the early morning while I lie in bed. I have no idea of the minutes involved. It could be hours, possibly only seconds, but when I sense awareness I get up feeling exhausted. I know then I am in real life and dangers as well as suffering exists all around. I am an angel in my distinct human form and have real angels in my midst. I can hear them breathing. They are patient, but always in a hurry. I cannot look at them for they cannot be seen. We speak our own versions of the same language. When I begin I am on my own even in their midst. I will find something finished that I had to do and wonder what angel showed up early. It does not matter in reality because the achievement is the only important thing. I (we) move on with an awareness of the perking and churning that is going on, our destiny must continue. Angels work quietly and make no claim. I make no claim. When bells ring around noon we stop independently, speak with the Master in prayer. He does not demand this and is thrilled to hear familiar voices, astonished that we continue to care. We are enlivened with eagerness, although I never want to overdo in any one day. If I do it some of my dreams seem stolen. I stop appropriately, knowing that today has been good. I return home to relax and drink wine. I put out several bottles and glasses. I hear singing and laughing. I join in knowing that this is the smelling of flowers, reaching the top of the mountain and the filling up after the emptying. I will safely sleep, knowing all is well for now. Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski July 13, 2021 ^
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Steve Haarman 