Hurtling Towards Destiny

The rules of the blog and lessons of the pandemic demand I tell you that you showed up in my dream last night but weren’t there when I woke up.

You were one of a couple of visitors, call it a night for Virgos.

I told you about your grandchildren and several other things and you asked me several questions. When you left the room I knew our time was done but you didn’t say goodbye and I didn’t call out to you.

You just turned your head and smiled and I knew what you were thinking. I think you knew what I was thinking too and even if you didn’t it is fine, that old head that couldn’t be screwed on young shoulders is on mine now.

Damn if I don’t say things some times and hear your words. Doesn’t bother me, been my own man long enough to not need to run from anything that resembles you.

Hell, I heard from a couple more people that think I am starting to look more like you and less like mom.

Anyway, it was a night for Virgos, labels, organization and other things.  Had such an intense conversation that I know I was hurtling towards destiny.

Want Me To Write For You

The second visitor asked if I had been writing and I said I have written your story in the stars.

I watched their eyes and followed up with “if you want me to write for you it is easy to ask and easier still to say nothing and go looking for what you know you will find.”

There is a ghost or some kind of spiritual apparition in the house. I catch quick glimpses of him, her or it but every time I look up nothing is there.

I don’t sense any sort of malice and sometimes I think there is warmth there, whatever there is but I haven’t spent much time thinking about whether it is real or imaginary.

There are those who caution against letting such creatures wander through our homes but I am not worried because I am protected.

Might be my dad, grandfathers, grandmothers or my active imagination, doesn’t matter because I feel secure about this.

Almost like I can shoot beams of energy from my body that provide complete protection for all who reside within, but again, that might be my active imagination.

No harm in that, as long as it doesn’t cause trouble, right.

Beside I feel myself hurtling towards the crossroads and soon what has lay dormant will rise and new experiences will lead towards a new future.

Kind of exciting because no matter the outcome it is time for a revolution that leads to a resolution of long simmering situations.

Look up the stars and get lost in a sky with one million points of light and possibilities.

“If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome, he would never begin.”
― Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling