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Strange Child Dreams

“Don’t start brooding about that, too,” she says. “Everybody’s got a piece of stranger inside them. It’s what lets us surprise ourselves and keeps things interesting.”
— Charles de Lint


Stranger Self
Shadow self
Part of me left on the shelf
hidden back on the rack
behind that old paper stack
The part of me I never knew
the part of me I outgrew
so I had thought
so I was taught
tho the Dreamer has come through


When I was a kid, there were very few things I was closed off to. At night I would have visions and dreams and speak to all manner of beings. Was it in my imagination? Perhaps tho quite often the dreams would end up coming true in ways that were to surprise me.
Not all the visions were comforting ones. I dreamed my parents divorce way before it happened. Some of the dream beings I would talk to were a bit intimidating. As kids we take it all in and don’t look so much at good and bad, positive and negative as much perhaps as calming and frightening.
Still, at a certain point those visitations went away. Oh I still get some interesting answers tho the channels are not quite as clear as they once were tho clearer than they’ve been in years. Imagine tho how great it would be to open up the way we did when we were kids while keeping the experience, knowledge and wisdom we’ve gained since…
Blessings, G


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Shadow PoolShadow Pool by G A Rosenberg


Yes One Nears InfinityYes One Nears Infinity by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – May 9 2012

“Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.”
— Arthur Rimbaud

What would it be like if we could experience life with the openness and innocence of a child? Isn’t that a goal to aspire towards? And yet …
Our childhoods all too often get ripped away from us. Way too early we find out that the heroes and villains often exchange hats and that nothing is wholly one thing. Would becoming a child again mean that we would continuously have that experience of lost innocence?

I used to believe that innocence was the price we paid for knowledge and that it was a worthwhile trade. Yet, what does knowledge bring us but a calcified view of existence? Once we know something we lose the ability to see what we know as something else. It is only with openness that we can truly experience the true flexibility of being. If we understand that what we know may not be the final word on the subject then we can come to perceive the knowledge and understanding of others. Are we willing to part with the knowledge that we paid such a heavy price for? What if we could trade our knowledge for discernment, the ability to hold both our knowledge and that of others in balance and choose a new knowing. Perhaps that is the genius that Rimbaud speaks of, the genius of discernment.
Blessings, G

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Rainbow Spiral Mind by G A Rosenberg

Eye Beams by G A Rosenberg