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I Love Her Green Water Spirit, Her Red Healing Light, Her Dreamwork.

Red Boat and Her Love River 9:00 amÂ

The rain nourished the tree buds. They were large and green. Birdcalls were interspersed with the slight bleating of a siren as an ambulance passed through the wet traffic. The roads hissed under the press of wheels. Two pigeons glided with joy. One bird chattered and the soulmate pigeons returned, amid the cheeky squeal from a bird I havenâ€™t heard before. A crow cawed.

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The young tree swayed for its balance. The older tree solid and poised. The wind was mild and light.Â Dripping rainwater spat on the damp gravel rooftop. It slid from the awning. One bird was quite vocal. Its dominant voice echoed and others added to it. The cluster was far away. I saw a lovebird flutter by. The grey overcast sky was a soft and puffy cloud with dark wash.Â I have fallen in love with Anna.

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Red Boat and Her Love River 8:23 am

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One tiny mosquito wavered while inspecting the awningâ€™s tin tiles. The lovebirds were in the trees. I was amazed once again by the wealth of birdsong voices around me. It was magical. It felt like I was in an wide open meadow. I thought of the woman I love. I became emotional. The grey background of sky called her name, to be on itâ€™s silver screen as the birds sang and the traffic pressed on.

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Red Boat and Her Love River 10:00 am

Time and Her Love River 11:03 am

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A blackbird sped, flapping her wings. Again the feeling of enchantment calling and a moment of timelessness and space where the birdcall was singing my heart and my senses were non-linear, riding the fluid wave. I was touched by something moved by love. I was graced with tears of blessing. It comes when I try to fathom. And when you let more of that in, you become whole again. And what was trapped and frozen in you finds a fluid solution.

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Your physical and total being, however vague that really is, still has a chance to really heal. Two blackbirds sped off, in play. A calling bird came closer. Perhaps it was called a whippoorwill? A crow flapped in the distant mist. The more faculties you bring in, the total sensitive energy you call upon to join your focus, the more alive you become. Like a highly sensitive field that ripples to what is around. A crow cawed five times to step inside. And in my dream, I was recovering from spirit surgery. Â Anna my healer came to me with water to drink.

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Her green dreamwork possesses dynamic energy for feeding my heart’s red lamp. I love her strength. Her medicine teaches me how to find and to gather for storing a preserving pool of ecology and bodywork. She baptized me with her breath of life. She salvages my anchor rope with her irrefutable wholeness. I treasure and wait on her wisdom. Her black potent emergency intervention acts to redeem my lighthouse.

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Her flying saucers assemble with spiritual figures. I love her asylum alarm, her fire engine, and her survivor ambulance. Her heroic dream reclaims and secures courage. Her spaceships police conservation. Her comfort is my life jacket. Her rescue is my lifeboat. I love her nurse operation, her mandala revival meeting, her relief collecting piggy bank, her bail for Christ. I love her reliable risk-taking. I love her homeopathic work. I love her improving green potentials with the moon. She is the love of my life. I love Anna Dirksen.

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Downtown Night Rain 8:48 pm

Bonsecours Dome 10:27 pm

IÂ scurriedÂ straight through to the dead end that stopped behind the back door. I ranÂ to the spot where I could clearly be seen. I scurried in, quite hot, I lost myÂ Pepsi on the drab roof,Â dropped my keys and opened the door just enough.Â The bad stenchÂ in the air and the clouds.Â Night wasÂ almost solidÂ and my nostrils were free, but I could not smell what I wanted to smell.

I was sniffing for something dark and murky. I wanted toÂ trace it out. TheÂ LabÂ was abandoned. The parking lot in disrepair. There wasÂ theÂ smell of foreclosure andÂ corruption â€“that was once a mansion, well-kept and settled in wealth.

Crummy Nixonâ€™s presence was gone. Not a single locked door I couldnâ€™t open. Tiles and metal floors wereÂ drab. Lawn overgrown with dead leaves spreading freely. TreesÂ were diseased, concrete walls crumbling. Trash and debris had been collecting for years. Doors were ajar with gunk.

None of this smelt like an improvement or a correction. ItÂ reeked likeÂ bankruptcy, anÂ inefficient lab with cloned rats that forgot how to clean their cages notwithstanding theÂ impeccableÂ hygeine that was common these days.

The left treadmill, the smallest treadmill, wasnâ€™t, remotely working. Certainly not a cloned rat fitness center. Symbiotics. Nor was it an unfinished sub-basement in someÂ god forsakenÂ flat. The main lab was built at the bottom of the hill. The main inside ceiling was unfinished and bland, needing green. Floors were glossy and white. Doors werenâ€™t fitted with locks, quite unusual for a lab not made for the healthy, robust, young and the sane.

Up the grassy knoll wasÂ the older lab. Not more bland concrete, but brick. Never mind theÂ ratty floor. The doors were never locked, and with fakeÂ cage latches to boot. This lab, which I knew was Symbiotics Rat Nursery, wasÂ renovatedÂ by Symbiotics; it was an impressive sprawling five-story mansion, with beautiful cage doors andÂ the inspired mastery of a functionalist Rat Lab and dead end.

Beyond the cloning nursery and the cages was an underground crawl spaceÂ with aÂ steep drop, a windowed shed tilting on slats, includingÂ more cages.

But there wasnâ€™t a single large and sectionÂ for bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens, toilets, anything; I knew that for certain. And as clear as mud everything seemed smudged, messy, dirty and unkempt.

Then why did I still getÂ the whiff of redemption? I remembered from childhood, “My sheep hear my voice and I know them, and they follow me: and I give unto them eternal life.” -John 10:27-28

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I love Anna Dirksen.

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