My Story

 Chapter 2                                                                                                        Page 4

My words, my visions, my dreams, so important to me, I understood that they were already written into my path of life.

I didn’t know the exact time one off my visions would feel familiar to me, when one of my dreams would become evident, how my life would change, still though, a resistance from me.

Yes, I trusted, yes, I had Faith, still my Ego would come to say hello.

My human self questioning, searching, looking for a clue, a distraction, was this vision true, was my dream achievable, was this the path I should walk.

You see, this is the confusion from our human self and our spiritual self, both needing the same amount of attention, one searching externally, one already knows the answer inside our very being.

Our brains constantly working, looking for evidence, our spiritual self, requires no searching, just Trust.

As a child I saw my visions emerge many times, my teacher, would always describe me too my Mother as a daydreamer, needing to concentrate more.

I loved my visions, they would magnify my vision, everything looked brighter, more colourful, more enhanced,

I would feel my energy surrounding myself, I felt my light, leaving my body, radiating outwards, attracting all things beautiful.

I loved how the butterflies felt comfortable settling on my hand, each tiny flap of their wing in sync with each breath I took.

I would spot the birds, settled upon the branches, a tune, emerged through the small gap, their song, mesmerising, taking me deeper into my vision.

The sky, my fascination, a feeling like the sky in all it’s Blue glory, lowering, radiating towards me, as I’m seated on the ground, the fluffy White clouds, almost tickling me with their candy floss like appearance.

My visions, a blessing, as the years have passed, my understanding of them now appreciated, never questioning.

My dream, always the same, a writer, sitting in front of my typewriter, looking through my cottage window, with Blue checked curtains, while I type away, the cool breeze, touching my face, ever so lightly, bringing me comfort to type into the night,

My visions have appeared as True, my dream of writing, this too has appeared before me, I am writing for you all today and have continued this for many years now.

My path, I need to continue with trust, walking with a belief, that where my feet lead me, so shall I tread.

Love, light and healing energies too you all 

Tm