You remember when we watched Everything in the Universe All at Once? I don’t remember us watching it specifically, but I remember talking about getting matching tattoos of the rocks on the cliff edge with the googly eyes and I said, “Not yet”
It’s almost time.
I understand so much more than I did back then.
AND
There’s a reason for that.
What if you needed to dip down into hell to find/check on/or recover somebody? Would you come strolling in announcing your arrival, or would you come in covertly?
Funny, this person would probably be referred to as a Hell Diver.
What if like a concealed weapon, you made it through customs, wards, and anything else that might block your entry. Hell, what if you came in as a woman?
What if, you slowly reassembled yourself into the weapon you truly are OR what if you were on a learning track to become just that?
What if every book, movie, song and a whole lot of your memories came together with snippets to do just that?
Ready to jump into the absurd?
The Wizard of Oz was released somewhere around 1939. The same time the world crossed into global war. I’ve never liked the movie, but there was a later re-introduction to the concept of Oz as a Prison. What if this planet is a prison? Not just Hell since that is more of a biblical concept, but hell nonetheless.
There were later “lighter” introductions for the younger crowd. Twister has given you nightmares from the get go. I sent you the lines between Jo and Bill where he says, “Is that what you think this is?” Jo replies with, “You’ve never seen it skip this one and that one and come after you!”
Twister is your Wizard of Oz.
What if you signed up for all of this? What if your old mom (who you refused to say happy mother’s day to – – NOW I understand ; ) is really more like… um…..your dad? I haven’t missed a minute of watching over you no matter where you are. You just haven’t always known.
What if this was an opportunity of a lifetime to see and learn about this once in a lifetime cosmic event?
What if the timing wasn’t perfect, but it was “Take your daughter to work” anyway? What if she remembered never even having a baby sitter until she was nine years old, for Christ’s sake, lol? What if that’s how it’s always been because there’s no-one in the entire universe you would entrust her to?
That Beyonce song on the primary page of the website has always been for you – both your protector and your projector.
Also a reintroduction to Silent Lucidity and consider the teardrop (singular) a prison teardrop.
It’s rough in here – if/when you’re ready to re-assemble – you let me know.