This is how I saw a vision one night, fairies were all over my room. It was magical.
Heavenly Spirit, Victoria is what I sense
your name is.
You stand watch over my bed, Since 1993.
You remind me of my Uncle John Boy, who
passed in October 1990, I believe.
I miss him so.
I woke up last night, in the
middle of the night, and you were ALIVE!
You were sitting down inside the picture.
You came out towards me but I shied away.
Then, the magical talking "fairies",
put 'pixie dust' over my head and eyes,
and I fell back asleep.
The fairies are there. Their color is green.
I see them every night.
I saw Victoria once. But it was a beautiful place. It is an island in the capitol of British Columbia, Canada. It is such a peaceful place beautiful flowers everywhere. Even the wild animals are tame.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
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Regis
I saw Victoria once. But it was a beautiful place. It is an island in the capitol of British Columbia, Canada. It is such a peaceful place beautiful flowers everywhere. Even the wild animals are tame.
Ron