10/27/24
I finally after all this time found my way back to my wall. Not only to my wall but I was able to go inside of it again. I hadn’t been able to go inside my wall since the trauma, that scarred me to the core.
I was able to go inside the temple with ease and I saw my wall. Touching the wall , I was able to easily move through the wall and back inside of my room, in the wall.
A lovely small room with a bed and dresser, rocking chair and music box that sits on the dresser. It is a peaceful place to just rest.
I enter the wall and crashed on my bed. It felt so nice to be home that I just wanted to rest.
I think I can understand the old testament when , god said build me a place to rest. It’s strange that you get so tired you just need to let the spirit rest. For awhile, some place safe.
Sometimes, I wonder why this wall and this place pulls me to it more than the other places, I am sure there are other places, but this one is where I have always felt was a home.
On days I’m feeling really strong , I feel as though I might physically walk through this wall. But then what would that say about me? And am I ready for the answer to my own question. But on those days I feel so close, more there than I am in my own living room. I feel like if I’m in my room in the wall, I could slip from there to being in temple, not just in spirit but that my body could do it. But I hold myself back. Maybe, it’s knowing if I did and couldn’t get back I would be stuck far away
Or maybe sometimes I just feel to strong for my own good.
Either way it was lovely to be home. I was surprised that it seemed just it did before inside the wall.