They’ve been SPEAKING to me. Of strength and trust and wisdom… Which I find VERY very interesting, considering all-the-things. They were in the habit of not so much speaking, but being threatening things to stick swords into.
In highschool, I carried around a dragon shaped eraser in my red and black Lumber Jacket, under my white leather jacket with all the tassels. He was purple. He came from a cereal box. I think it was Lucky Charms, but I could be wrong. (I’ll have to Google that shit later. ) I would pull him out, look deep into the eyes of the person who he was being presented to, and in a deep gravelly voice, go :
“Rrrrarrrrr!”
Anyway. Not exactly sure what they want of me NOW. But, it has something to do with timelines, reconciliations lit by Blue Light, and gifts for ultimate choices.
Rrar.
Grace.
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