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 The enclosed prose is a recording of a waking vision. When looking at some travel magazines some years later I saw the isle in the vision. It is known as the Isle of Wisdom off the coast of Ireland. Isn't life a wondrous adventure! Judith Angel Sword I followed the golden thread
as it spiraled into time to a barren rocky island surrounded by turquoise sea The massive stone fortress opened wide it doors as I onward, upward traveled bare feet on huge stone stairs through an open doorway into a vaulted chamber She stood before me then dressed in a gown of white with cloak of forest green Someone I had always known Yet in this living forgotten Seeing her again Brought joy and love remembered Mother, yet not mother As I knelt before her She touched my shoulders and my head with blade of Angel Sword Arise my child, dear Judith The time has come..... And I felt her pause in saying... ........to be born. To leave again my home The love around me then Oh... I pleaded with her Please... may I not stay here But my heart cried out for those upon the earth And I knew the time had come For me .... to face rebirth. from The Dreamwalker Collection copyright 1995
Originally published in Project X Newsletter #27 More articles about literature
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