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  • I dreamt about my birth.

    I was sitting up on this cloud, in heaven or purgatory… kinda bored.

    The smart, enlightened and wise spirits were sitting at a large, long table where they told stories, had insights of unimaginable consequence… I wanted so badly to listen to them, learn from them, to hear what they had to say.

    I tried to sneak closer but I was captured by an old stodgy angel, with a long white beard. “What do you think your doing?” he asked. “You haven't learned your lessons to sit at that table. You, little soul, are stunted in growth. You need to go back many times before you’ll be wise enough to sit at that table.”

    I pleaded with him “what lesson would that be?… I don’t want to go back, I want to sit at the table.“

    With that, the old stodgy angel grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, walked me to the edge of the cloud and put me on a silver blue slide. I must have been put on waxed paper because I went flying down that slide at lightening speed.

    Before I knew it, I was sitting up in bed gasping for air.
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