My childhood experiences and dreams

The realms of Great Spirit contains infinite potentials for an infinite host of different realities. To visit any one of these realities is only but a thought away in the world of imagination. 

I do so remember siting out of the door step looking at the trees and listening to the wind sighing in the needles of the great pines on the hillside behind the house. The perfumed scent of flowers in the air and the big yellow and black bumblebees flitting from one flower to another in the field in-front of the house.

Withe the warm sun on my face I would race down the hill to play by the waters edge, catching frogs or swimming around under the water pretending to be little Mermaid, or any of the many supper hero's I read about in comic books.

My favorite one was playing jungle with my Collie in the 45 acre wooded lot across the road. She was the lion and I was Jane. Oh yes of course there was a Tarzan too. And imaginary one where I would switch characters when there was a dialog going between the two characters. Oh I had many friend but most of them that I liked best were imaginary ones. I didn't make a lot of friends except for one close one, a real person, a tom boy by the name of Helen.  

Well, that's me, I am who I am, and I still retain a good portion of that little girl within me. I don't ever want her to go away, not any more then I want my best friend ghost name Casandra to go away. She has been with me since I was 9 years old when she use to haunt the basement of our homestead.

I pray and channel from Source to guide me to do that which Source chooses for me. I am nothing really exceptional not any much different then any other woman you might meet on the street on this planet. I was a mother of three and three grandchildren, it is just unfortunate I can't see them for reasons that are not part of this story. But I know they are safe and are making a life of their own.

That brings me to only two other what I believe to be previous lives I have had, if indeed that is what they were, these were reoccurring dreams I have had over the years. One is that of a young girl of about 6 years old sometime in the 19th century and a female teenager from the Great Depression. I don't remember any other lives in any other time sequence backwards or forward.

Then there is my fondest memories of when I was little the naive wide-eyed inquisitive 4 year old child my mom use to call Brighteyes. I guess I inherited that name because of my insatiable curiosity for anything shiny bright, colorful, and sparkly.  So out I would go to explore this big beautiful colorful world we live in. Many worlds filled with imagination and visions of angels, princesses, mermaids and fairies, and oh my! Let's not forget the dragons. In these visions I have seen a multitude of worlds, so awesomely beautiful and enchanting like, as well as some really awful yucky, dark, ugly, scary ones. 

Through the years as I grew up from that naive child to the present day I still have visits from those worlds and their enchanted lands and folks. But now they come to me through the realm of imagination, just as pretty  just as bright, just as colorful, just as exciting and just as real as imagination can be  

Love and Light

Cynthia