- Oh! Was I speaking Latin again? Silly me. Sometimes it just sort of slips out.
QUOTE OF THE MOMENT!
"Friends are all souls that we've known in other lives. We're drawn to each other. That's how I feel about friends. Even if I've only known them for a day, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to wait till I've known them two years, because anyway we have met somewhere before, you know."
Strangest thing happened.
Ever had a dream that you weren't sure was really a dream? Yeah. That happened last night/this morning (cause I'm not sure what time it was but I know it was daylight when I woke up and before noon ;). I wish I could begin to describe where I was, what I saw, what I heard, smelled, tasted or felt, but I can't seem to put words to it. Surreal is the best description, but since it was a dream... yeah. Honestly, it felt like all of my senses were engaged to the fullest but without the pesky sensory overload. It was quite simply the most beautiful, powerful and terrifying thing. Chase called it a "God moment" and I can't help but agree.
I'm, what I believe most would call, spiritual. I feel it is not my place to put a name or gender to whatever it is that governs life, destiny, fate, etc. But it is beautiful.
Regardless, this was ... well, you can imagine. Then one thing was said: "When will you go back to being yourself again?" It hurt, too. Not because of what was said but how. Words spoken aloud to someone are directed from the lungs and throat, lips, teeth and tongue to produce to words that will be directed and delivered to the ears and brain. These words, and the emotion and body language associated with them, are then translated into something familiar and understandable for the recipient. The recipient then reacts and reciprocates. Alright. Grand. But when something bypasses ALL of that, when the words you heard are "spoken" in a language that is not a language, directly to your soul, to your Self, to everything that makes you You... It feels binding and releasing at the same time. Like Love.
When I think about it now, it is awesome. Not, as Eddie Izzard said, "...like a hot dog." Awesome in the originally defined sense. Causing awe or terror; inspiring wonder or excitement; Excellent, exciting, remarkable. (Check it out! Funny stuff, man...)
I "heard" those words and had a second to absorb it into Myself. Then I woke up. Not jerking awake as if from a bad dream or if someone had rung the doorbell. Not even blearily so, like I would if the alarm clock had just roused me from a deep sleep and I now needed to destroy the vile machine. No. I simply opened my eyes, awake, alert and aware.
And even though I was in bed before midnight and asleep before 4 a.m. (A really good book is my excuse.), I was awake at 8:30 a.m. The delivery driver for Chase's dialysis supplies showed up and we moved all of that inside. I had tea and toast for breakfast by 9 a.m. And I was content. Happy. I even told the driver (Eric - nice guy, too.) that today would be a good day. Strangely enough, I told him this as I was in the grips of a particularly strong bout of deja vu and didn't realize I had said it until it was coming out of my mouth. (I had to explain what that was to him! haha)
So as odd as the day began, it continues pretty damn good. And if someone else had told me this had happened to them, I'd probably think they were crazy or needed a few more hours of sleep. So what do I say to myself?
I think this period of self-reflection and discovery is ... well, ... coming along.
Now for a cup of tea and a good book. I think I'll open the front door and watch the rain and storms pass through. Yeah. Good stuff.
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