And as he walked the jagged gravel path through the trees, a soft fog surrounded, hugged, and caressed him. He wandered for what seemed a thousand lifetimes, always hungry, but maneuvering the fates, just enough in his favor, to allow for a morsel of sweet to sustain him for one more life. His journey had been long, and he paused for one brief moment to rest his weary body. While evaluating the path he had traveled, he drifted into a deep sleep that allowed for a dream......
His dream was blindingly vivid and full of loving wonderment, but it seemed that it was the same road that had only, moments before, broken his stride. In the distance he saw only shadows lurking in and out of the fabric-like sheets of fog. Unimaginably calm, as if being led hand-in-hand by a mother, he approached the figures. He had already traveled what seemed to be a million miles, but his exhausted body started to feel fresh and alive. As he approached, he began to decipher the once ominous shadows, and out of the layered fog glided three sirens...all clad in silken flowing robes made of eternal swatches. No hem. No stitching. Complete and flowing grace in human form.
And he peacefully asked them, "Why are you in my dream?", to which they replied in beautifully symphonic form, "We are not in your dream. It is our dream for you, and we have brought you here to tell you the truth."
"If this is your dream for me", he said, "Why have I not been born with the truth?" The sirens seemed amused with his naked humanity. And they said.....
"We bore you with the truth inside, but you have chosen to ignore it. We taught you how to love lifetimes ago, but you chose bitterness over sweet. We have brought you to this dream, and disguised it to mimic your old reality, so that you may live in the life of love we have planned for you...but this time you must hear us clearly."
Shaken by their power, he spoke humbly and softly...almost silent, "I want for the truth and grace......forever", and he closed his eyes for fear of showing his embarassment from ignorance and tears.The sirens lovingly dried his tears with one united gentle breath, placed their hands romantically on his chest, and in unison spoke three small words...it was the truth he had longed for, "Open your eyes."
And he did.
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