but i would swear, i believe, i have no other inference but that I just encountered two angels during my sleep and instead of me trying to claim and remember, and see what i was experiencing, who they might be, i was more enthralled and surprised as a kid at a circus or the zoo, to see some creature or feat totally unexpected...but the one that captured me was a man somehow occurring as a woman, like maybe a transvestite, but he was in full roman warrior regalia: the breast plate, the shingles over the shoulder down the arm, midway, and the skirt of sword blades and shifted and opened like a pleat when he walked, and he was doing just that, walking as if on the road in tortuga coming into the yard, or toward me but closer. as if. in my memory as I am constructing and trying to make sense of it now, it would appear that there was another warrior entity person to my left. and in the dream, i was me, telling myself, wow, you see that, look at that, who and what is that. then zoop, i awake, bathroom, and even as i got up opening my door, I was struggling to capture where i just was, who was that, and what to make of it. but as I try, i surmise, they could have been me and my partner, or they were separate warrior angels come to take sentry in the battle commencing. but a big powerful element were women being men or men being women, or maybe just shaman who morph to suit the battleground and opponent..like "witch wombmyn high on holy water" kind of thing...or maybe the were members of the holies. whomever they are, they came. I just had a visitation. and it is empowering, emboldening. and some things come to me in greater focus, strategy and clarity-- above all...i get greater instruction of "Serviceable Use"... it is like the instruction says, if i am going to amass you an army, you will take it to the service of others about you, others laboring unrecognized in the vineyard, just as you, others who too need to be made whole. but I also see they are come to preserve me against enemies, and even the same ones who would be serviced.
But it was calmly wild. it would be more wild if i had been able to capture them more clearly. it does not pay to be excitable/ like a kid. but it is that innocence that has been my undoing, and still, yet, and abiding, my salvation
i am poised to return first time in five months. and i am not going alone. praises.. and i am not to go empty-handed. salt blue
the power humbles me. that
the other thing that came out to me too is that the very thing they lay down for you becomes your stepping stone. then i realize the stone rejected becomes the corner stone and belfry, the spires and the whole building. the person dismissed is the person who rallies. sell me down the river and watch me sail back upstream in a yacht. come to save your ass in riding flood waters. something so.
i am housed and covered/
and all this because one soul decided to journey with me
make somebody strong y'all. your pot and port of gold might be right there
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