I stepped out of the dark closet hole and saw a man from
a nonprofit organization that I haven’t seen for awhile. He is a spirit and told me some of his
concerns for that organization. I heard
him and the content, I let it pass. We
were happy to see each other again in dream land and hugged on it. I put my head on his heart and listened
attentively and sincerely. As my face
pressed against his chest, I heard his pain, torment, grief, cries, and I
lifted my face from his chest, stretched to tippy toes and reached for his head
with my palms and that at this point turned golden to remind him to disperse the
darkness to recharge his fatigued light within.
