Rich7Witch

Walking down a road, I know too well, I think,

“Why does he continue to get burned when I am around?”

Appearing at a place,

“I’ve been here before.”
“When?”

I discovered my psychic gifts here, these people I know them.

Where did I go? Was I safe here to begin with?

I start to uncover so much magic, and finally, I can see myself again.

Who is that man? Where he is from, I know him.
This being is the second time he has appeared in my dreams.

A woman with fangs faces me, a Psychic Demon, almost as if recognition is shared, and I stare without judgment.

My attention goes back to the man.
He is so powerful; he moves things living with crystals at will.

He walks up to me and says:

“Do not Speak up; you should not.”

Calling me,

“Son”

“Like he thinks he knows who I am inside, Taunting me, though I do not waver as I know and Love who I am, wearing me in my daily Being awake or asleep.”

I get a feeling from him as if he is threatening me.

I’m so tired that I open my eyes and cannot wake up.
This dream was a trance; I was awake, swimming through the middle world of the in-between.

They do not want me to talk. They do not want me to speak about what I know.

“Psychic powers are amongst evil people in this world, in control, hidden but in the open.”

I see that man’s face clearly; I know who he is.

I wake up with a fire in my belly; – I am not afraid.

I am meant to be heard. I am told by the Angels to speak up for those afraid to do so.

Past life taunting me with punishing fears.

God gifted beautiful things to those who should not carry them.
Ah, The beauty of free will, how I love God for its lack of judgement.
Is our faith strong enough to escape this mess and create elegant order?

Control and hidden agendas

Truth is all I can carry; Love is freedom – and I will not stay quiet.