Tag: Mother Mary
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-25.01
Called forth/out by Merciful Mother Mary and I step into a place of water so pure, it smells sweet because I’m used to bitter tap water. (The scent of water around her is also one of the biggest tells.) She reaches out with her hand and what I did next is still fucking with me.…
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-09.01
Angels. I counted eight before their combined glory dropped me to my knees. If more appeared, I was unable to see them. I sensed no harmful intent towards me, but I had been dealing with some shit before they arrived, and those wounds were still raw. I raised a hand up to my face in…
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Dream Journal: 2014-09-07.01
I can’t see her, but I know she’s there. I can smell the unmistakable scent of pure water, and there is an actively serene atmosphere about me. I want to relax here. I know I’m safe. Of all entities I’ve faced, I know I’m safe here, with her. But the wounds of my evisceration are…