The Nightmare Finished Last Night

2024.08.03

Good morning that wonderful place.

Lightning storm, heavy rain last night.

The sunroom becomes a crystal ball at a science fair display for static electricity.

Touch the sphere without fear and the bolts flow from your hand.

Abe did well.

Not a whimper, barely an uneasy.

I shut the windows to keep the rain out.

And back to sleep.

The ground is thankful.

Been a hot Summer.

Somehow Mother Nature makes do, still makes green.

Lawn sprinklers help.

My feet touched down last night.

Somethings not been right these past few years.

Something off.

Like I jumped into a nightmare, someone else's' nightmare to help them out of.

I didn't forget myself, but my goals were put secondary to helping out a friend.

Well, it started that way.

Eventually their nightmare became my own.

How was I to get out, to get these words to you?

Wish I had a reason, some event yesterday that sparked the release.

Time is my only answer.

I outlasted it.

Everything goes in cycles.

Like the rain everything has a pattern it follows, start to finish.

The dilution of the nightmare finished last night.

Perhaps the lightning storm signaled it.

Some professional boxer's entrance back to the ring, or some fanfare for a king.

I'm writing an epic from the point of view of a king.

It's an epic, after all.

I'll add in some of the nightmare.

I am changed from it.

Stronger, clearer in ways, enlightened in others.

We all have that, I believe.

That 'getting right with divinity' moment in our lives.

Some faiths call it getting right with God.

My struggle was a nightmarish war.

I've got quite an imagination, you noticed by now.

And the healing is all in your imagination's relationship with your dream of life itself.

I had to get right with my dreams to get these dreams to you.

So, let's get these dreams to you.