Ha. Turns out my time spent sleeping is now more eventful than my time in an state of awake. Weird. Crazy-ass dreams. Wild scenes. Turmoil. It seems there is a battle going on in my subconscious, which bubbles up as I toss and turn and wrestle with my pillows. That internal saboteur
(see previous post) is in a battle with another entity. Not sure what to name it. The voice of reason? The Zen Priest in the Dark? The Shadow of Calm? Last night, in the midst of the fog of war, a phrase floated above me in the air. Sort of like that smoky "Surrender Dorothy," in the Wizard of Oz. What was the message?
"Put it safely in the Past."