Journal Entry 48
I dreamt of the blue/brown eye girl again last night. This time she had short jet-black hair and had smooth olive skin. She always looked different but she was always beautiful. We were in a cave. The light from holes above bounced off the multicolored crystals that lined the cavern floor casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls and lake contained within the cavity. We were sitting on a ledge that looked like it was fashioned from a giant red ruby. She was telling me something. I pulled my attention to listen to her words. She said that Seth was the oldest brother. He was birthed from the vomit of the father. His existence and will is nothing more than an extension of his creator. Seth’s only purpose is to serve his father. His snake-like form is one of the father archetypes, one of his pure forms. I did not understand what it all meant but in time I felt the pieces might come together. It was a strange and wonderful dream.
I dreamt of the blue/brown eye girl again last night. This time she had short jet-black hair and had smooth olive skin. She always looked different but she was always beautiful. We were in a cave. The light from holes above bounced off the multicolored crystals that lined the cavern floor casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls and lake contained within the cavity. We were sitting on a ledge that looked like it was fashioned from a giant red ruby. She was telling me something. I pulled my attention to listen to her words. She said that Seth was the oldest brother. He was birthed from the vomit of the father. His existence and will is nothing more than an extension of his creator. Seth’s only purpose is to serve his father. His snake-like form is one of the father archetypes, one of his pure forms. I did not understand what it all meant but in time I felt the pieces might come together. It was a strange and wonderful dream.
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10:18 AM
1 Comments:
Ive only had one thing in common. The girl with short black hair. Its been a while since she visited me but i use to beable to meet her in the garden that i had full controle over visiting in my mind. meditation relaxiation technique.
Also she cane once to help me find my way thu a strange world where i was the stranger. Also another time it was in the streets of a old city. both times bringing me seculsion and comfort in what i saw Always vivid, Always memorable. always brown or dark eyes.
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