On a blanket at the beach.
I heard a familiar voice.
"I'm drowning, I can't breath.
Help me, save me," He cried.
I heard his words in my head.
I saw visions of a child,
Native American by birth.
As he sunk beneath the lake
Gasping, alone, and afraid.
I saw from his eyes, as
The water covered my head,
I wailed his words of death.
"I'm drowning, I can't breath.
Help me, save me," He cried.
Watery grave and tears as
His life abandoned his body.
And yet, it's all in my head.
"What an odd day dream," I said.
Two hundred miles away
My husband, soon to be,
Lay crushed in the streets
Lungs collapsed, drowning in blood,
Saying the words that I heard
Inside my head.
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With love,
Cindy
Synchronicity in visualization could this depicting in "Vision" be.
"Vision" leads the read to think on telepathic, and many forms of "Soulnetcomm".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
One lesson to be learned is that when we see another in distress by homelessness or neglect or abandonment or criminal act, we need to understand that this easily could be us and that we simply must rise up and respond. I believe that life is a lesson-driven journey. Every experience is an opportunity to learn and to grow.
My dear Kathy, in "Vision" you have brought to us all in graphic and violent images a circumstance that we wish never to occur, even as we acknowledge the reality of our God-like oneness.
A powerful write!
Richard