Days like these are what makes my faith and beliefs grow fonder of everything I’ve ever learned. Mental muscle takes courage, tears, fears, praising, resting, restlessness, every human emotion is needed for change. It’s lonely sometimes , I’m my only best friend, then there’s that invisible realm where others might call it delusional and not real but in my heart it’s what has kept me going in my life to see and experience things like all small children do who are in amazement through imagination, rhythm, and play.
The Dream realms are hinting at the new prophecy’s I enter the path with fruitful apples growing and deposited into my soul. The seeds are sprouting and allowing for the dreamer to keep on seeing. The ever growing ripe fruit understands what the sleeper had to endure. The low corrupt depression that was placed from jealous spirits, the envious ones that need to correct with egotistical mouths. They watch and eat like leeches. There spirits are rotting. Richness awaits for the patient water bearing mother and father. Entering the realm of divinity is not for the weak. Surprises come to those that surpass the entities that constantly need to feed there egos. Constantly corrupting and disturbing sweetness for there leisure’s. False attributes to be in a rush to proclaim false gold.