We must find another way…
In a dream yesterday:
I am the leader of a tribal army. I am fast and confident. I am defending against attackers. The first wave is easy. We stay safe and drive them back. The second wave is led by a bare chested lean energetic man who looks like my cousin Ryan (who also looks like Simon, light skinned curly short dark hair - lean and muscular - strong and soft). He throws a spear and I knock it out of the air with my staff, breaking the spear in two. I catch the sharp end as it falls and throw it back at him, he dodges. He charges. I catch him in a way, grabbing his bare skin and restraining him. I am deeply and delicately touched by the feeling of his soft skin in my hands. I am suddenly moved to tears and tell him we must stop. This is madness. My grandfather killed his, his Father killed mine, jealousy and revenge rages in our blood, yet we must stop. I weep and tell him, “we must find another way”… This cannot go on… We must find another way…
It was such an amazing switch of energy from full on war, fear, protection, fire - to deep sorrow, vision, compassion… and all triggered by the sensuality of touching this opposing warriors soft human skin… amazing.
