The darkest dreams are the most healing--energetically that is. Although the content can be a little disconcerting. Especially when you are being tortured and your entire back side is splayed open and all you can feel is the dull hum and you are trying to speak and they either can't hear you, are ignoring you, or having fun at your expense or all of the above. I'm not sure how I got mixed up with them to begin with. I lived in the house across the field. Or I was from there. And although some people who lived with me did bad things to them, it wasn't me, and i hid. But man, I had no idea how many of them there were coming from that house. So many. And I thought I could hide. I thought they would be reasonable. But things were going dark.
But when I woke up I felt great. As if something had lifted.
Maybe something like Jesus on the cross, the crucifixion provoking ecstasy through ontological shock.
And maybe everything is like that. You have to crack to let the light it. And the bigger the crack, the more light.
