Listening To My Spirit's

Greeting Relations,

I journaled this in the way to early hours of this morning. I was actually trying to rest and go to Dream World, but the loud noises and sounds kept me up until past 0400. That was the last time I looked at my digital clock anyway, and I beat the clock this morning by waking prior to 0900 as a bonus. But Ommm, my dearest Kindred, the sounds were horrendous until right about 0345 when they began to calm and lower the volume from with-in my skull. The sounds of a Boeing Monster Jet Aeroplane blasting out back had me close to waking Brenda. For a spell there I was afraid I was losing control...

...I then remembered I have no control of this maddening Meniere's and it's symptoms. Last night and today I have also listened to the crickets, locusts and cicadas - in philharmonic splendor! There was the sound of an old locomotive passing by - must be a tunnel or something near by, because this bitch was not on the street in front of my house. So loud - so for real, I just had to stick my head out the front door. Good-goodness!

My Dearest God!

My Soul and my Spirit's pick up on the subtle weather changes here. You wouldn't notice unless you're a Native Floridian. Too many times a cool breeze brush me by and the water in our cement pond, our pool has gone quite cool in fact.

My Spirit's and them who live within are preparing and ready for the cooler times ahead and Winter. The Autumn quickly approaches. This becomes the season of my birth, this is time of year the Crow comes Home. The one nesting here is doing and has done an outstanding job pre-tasking and the preparation's.

I reckon this Winter coming is going to be a cold one. Yes, coldest in long time. More rain too.

There is something I wish to share with you, my Kind Kin. Please, know and understand that what I am about to share is true, mad, and a Blessing from the Great Spirit. So, as it is I say and type, so it was and is...

...I was witness to and saw with my own eye's the "Bright Light From The Other Side". I did not look straight into it. Though quickly made a double take and within that instant - it was gone. I have debated with myself as to whether I should be sad or glad really. I have made truce and oblige myself the thought that this was a message of some sort and that it just was not my time to look.

I miss this, me laying here nights. Listening to my wife and two of our three hounds snore more and louder than I. I lay here with pen in my left hand, journaling. Yes, I am dizzy, am perspiring in bed - in a cooled lodge and these noises loud and obnoxious. Nausea is coasting in the middle. I was mighty close to dialing He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. So close damned close.

I miss the me who lived in this skin years ago - me before the Meniere's...

...for a few minutes earlier, with my mind, heart and Spirit's In Cherokee...

...I forgot.

Me