My imagination travels to real spaces.
Gates, libraries, viewed astrally.
Even sacred faces.
However, I have called her home
To do some energy work within the body.
I imagine the damage.
I imagine the repairs.
I become my most developed, happy, and healthy self.
And my reality becomes me.
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Yes dear Brigid. Chaos we need. A organized life leave us wishing for more. Hello dear friend. I missed you and I hope you are doing well and having some fun.