During a brief intercession, the attributes discovered led you to look at the next event.
After glancing at a blur, we happen to see things that others didn’t, and I wondered to myself, “Do I actually see this or am I imagining an unknown that’s not there?”
Of course, this has you asking, “Can we keep this going this way?” Certain foresights allow me to engage on what to do next.
There are conditions I found when we were driving down the road; it felt as though “my eyes can’t see,” but my mind wants to cry out loud! This unfounded rarity seems to keep my brain focused, asking, “How did this all come into play!”
As we were walking on the streets to a store one day, I noticed nobody around. We didn’t see anything, but I heard “voices shouting about.” The noises of people shuffling around inside the premise led me to believe the store was open. When I approached the door, there was a sign hanging, saying, “We’re closed,.” And when we looked around, there was nothing in sight. The day turned into the middle of night. I asked myself, “Where did the whole day disappear to?”
After waking up this morning, I turned the radio on, and they said it will be a bright sunny day. Eventually we started looking out the window, and it was a cloudy cold day. I gazed at the idea, “Where did they get their report? The sun refused to shine. Well, I thought what’s wrong with this picture.”
If they were to tell me the mountain lived in the sea, I would say, “Let it be because I don’t mind.”
Should a tornado come by and pick me up? I would ride the breeze to set me free and tell them it was about time!
I could look upon this as if we got caught in a whirlwind where I can’t catch my breath, and “I would say the wind wants to play also!”
Putting up with this “allusive three-dimensional vision of the unseen” has me pondering and talking to myself. In my cold sweat, I’ve been longing to dismiss the suspense, for day by day and night after night feels like I’m losing time, finding myself walking on a tightrope, and I can’t seem to get off.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my shadow following me around, certain places it disturbs me, thinking I’m walking naked without a care in the world.
I had a vision one night as I’ve seen an illusion; thousands upon thousands of candles lit up on the sands, and they were slipping one by one into the sea, and I thought, “Is that what it takes to light up the seas?”
Observing this dilemma has me thinking, “Have I lost a screw or am I a (six-o-one) mental case? Either way, I’ve been losing my mind!
I feel like a bird with a busted wing, and we have no time to spare. The walls are coming in seeing if they can squeeze any patience I have away.
Gathering my thoughts and storing them in the shade, hoping they don’t get too much sun, will be a helping hand, if they don’t get fried up.
This deep penetration that exists with a keenness of the mind shows insight that belongs in the sky, roaming along the ocean tops looking for the tidal waves.
When my vision came back to behold, I found myself along an old colonial wooden ship with shipmates in old scraggily clothes, a flag that flew in black with skull and crossbones waving in the breeze.
As I was on the top deck, we were watching to see what was going to happen next.
The captain with his black beard and patched eye started shouting, even barking out orders to get the ship lined up for its course. Now the captain and helmsman stirred the rudder to help set the ships channel. While the sailors were running along the deck, they were resetting the sails and lines to tie things off so they may set the rugged caravel ships way.
One of them shouted to the other mates, “Home sweet home. We’re on our way.”
Another swab said, “Where are you going, Molly dear?”
The other hollered, “What’s it to you, Moby Dick.”
And they both started laughing. We’ve got the booty now, and the captain said, “We’ll be diva it up soon.”
When this vision started to diminish, my perception told me I was in a dream. I thought for a minute and said, “Oh, well, I don’t mind.”
After a period went by, I found my vision was looking and pondering at a ceremony of the decease. They called him “Willie the Blimp.” They laid him to rest in a special way, sent him off in his finest style.
He was riding in his casket mobile that he drove a while. As he was in “his Cadillac coffin,” sitting in the driver’s style seat, he had diamonds on his fingers, hundred-dollar bills flashing from his vest. And his Cadillac had flowers on the wheels with flashing headlights as it ran its course to the tomb of his gravesite.
Now this was bizarre in a special strange way; he’s going to be buried after riding in town in his Cadillac coffin with all the luxurious trimmings, along with his bent imagination.
As I relinquished my mind from these visions unseen, and with my normal eyesight reappearing again, I received instructions to visit “cloud-nine” sitting on the end of a rainbow!
I admonished within a sparely demise, saying, “How am I going to get there? My vision has given me rest.”
He mentioned to me, “When you have received your rest, you’ll be in the air flying along the landscape to find your new destiny!”
When I woke up, we noticed our vision has gotten stronger after the rest we had, and the next thing I realized, we were on our way through the air to “cloud-nine.”
The speed we were traveling was alarming. At this rate, it put us there ahead of schedule, and when we eventually got there to see this marvel, we had time to admire the gleaming brightness it was showing.
These splendors of glowing colors had me wondering, “How many different shades are there?”
As we were counting the layers of different colors that were upon each other, we came up with the “number seven.” I told myself when we got here, we would make a point to count the clouds from the peak on down.
When we came to the end of the rainbow, we only counted six! So I asked where the rest of the clouds were. “I’m on cloud-six!”
I was told from a voice inside my head, “Do not worry!”
“Well, I voiced my opinion and said, “If six turned out to be nine, I don’t care. Let it be, for I don’t mind.”
So what am I to do now? We visited cloud-six, and I saw the exquisite colors of light from the rainbow with its sparkling glowness and flattery glaze.
I heard a voice saying, “Come up hither. I want to talk to you.” When we reached the gates that were floating in the clouds of the highest mountain peaks, we had permission to enter.
His thunderous voice implied, you have had a great privilege of witnessing these sights. Do you not appreciate the visions that you have been shown? For you have been impeccable on your choices, there are many more in stored if you choose to do so.
You have been in this top visionary field for quite a while, being picked as an expert in the “unseen visionary exploratory research program should be an honor.
I replied back with an admirable thank you, “And as much as this is commendable, we need an opportunity for a change.” He answered back with authority