My Dream

A Story by Donald Wilson

This is a dream I had recently the first night back in my bed from two weeks holiday in Bangkok.

I found you, you were afraid and I comforted you. We watched the Fire come down from heaven. Like lava it flowed, brilliant red and dark black. I embraced and kissed you as the fire flowed over us, we glowed red hot like firey passion, then you knew and remembered whom you were and why you were here. Then we parted to help others and to fight demon's and other's whom have been taken advantage of the frightened. I watched as the very young were pulled like a magnet into the flame they were the purest they already saved. We the ones that have been here before we stay and help, we absorbed people's fear the best, because we all know whom has created that fear of illusion here, thats our power of being an empath. I was in fights and as each fight I grew stronger and my wings grew bigger and the demons did not understand how this was possible for every sacrifice of me made me powerful and I embraced them with love kissed them and helped them in passing over.