Sunday, February 1, 2015

Bringing the house down

I'm reaching the end of my stay in Mexico, a time of remembrance and transformation. I totally feel as if the cycle that started 3 years ago, came to an end.
With this many challenges arose, I saw myself dealing with similar situations as in 2012. I couldn't stop caughing and many times we didn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. But I hold the light and therefore I did not seek for a light outside, I began to feel the transformation from deep within myself. Grounded, firmed, and secure; every step felt to bring me closer to my own realisation, health and clarity.

Last night I dreamt about a very tall building collapsing. This building was reenforced and was in the middle of the financial area. I was with a black girl, a fiend and somehow we were caring for a baby. This girl was making my life a bit difficult, kind of being seducive but tough, yes a bit like tough love. She left me alone for a moment while she went inside another building. I stayed back and began to observe the view. That's when I saw the very reenforced building, probably the tallest and oldest building. When out of nowhere began to collapsed.