The Crossroads Again

A somewhat harsh truth of life, Ed, is that we cannot take our friends, siblings, parents, children, with us on our path.

It’s only our twin flame who will share our personal, private life experience consistently and forever.

Everyone else, Ed, has a get on and get off date. The love will never end but they will go on different frequencies and paths from us. That is how the universe exists.

If we were all on the same frequency, nothing would exist. We create a network, a matrix of life as cords of love connect us across different frequencies and dimensions.

It’s that time of the years, when paths part.

In a dream space, I met a boy at the crossroads, holding a cloth doll tightly to his chest.

This was 2003 and I was at the crossroads too, stuck there, with this strange company.

“Little boy,” I said, “I’ve never seen a boy attached to a doll before.”

“It’s my sister’s,” he said, wiping his tear stained face. “She died so I must carry her doll for her.”

Only, the strings attached to that doll could not stretch any longer or further. So the boy was stuck there not able to move on.

When I woke up, I could smell tea being made in the house. It was pleasant to the nose but it grated on my soul. I knew then that I was in a hostage situation and I had to break out.

I opened my diary and saw what I’d written a while before.

Sometimes there is no one to tell. You must leave on your own.

A new night-flight begins, Ed.