It is nice to know I’m not the only one who dreams apparently random things… and finds personal significance in the oddest symbolism. Nice too to know that your books have held meaning for a reader.
Have you ever really wondered who you are and why you are here in this body, at this time? Deep inside the memory of your cells, and within the door of your heart, your answers to who you are can be found, but how do you get there? How do you unlock lifetimes of memories and wisdom? How can you find your Truth?
One night last week I entered the realm of dreams while visions of ancient Egypt played with the gods inside the garden of my mind.There was Horus with his maddening blue eye, Isis mixing magic, Ma’at with her feather of Truth, and Sekhmet, the warrior goddess holding the ankh and her secrets to heal.
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