2/7/2014 1 Comment Fear (Part 5)Fear. I had it bad. So bad in fact, that it had threaded its way throughout my life without me even being aware of it. Simply put, the dream was an illustration of something that was so deep seated within me that who I was hiding from others I had essentially hidden from myself! For it was not until I found myself on the other side of what I so desperately wanted (or what I thought at the time that I so desperately wanted) that the dream had any meaning to me about who I was. For me, fear was my silent killer unlike others that you so commonly hear about such as pneumonia or heart disease. Fear was what almost took my life without my notice. It’s chilling hands just days, weeks, or maybe another year or two away from fastening around my slim throat while I, unaware, would have never known until it was too late . . .if ever. But fate, God, myself – call it what you will – saw fit that I be warned about fear and how it was stopping me from enjoying and living my life through this avenue even if I didn’t understand the interpretation thereof until it was almost too late.
Thus, bringing me to my story of how it became “almost too late” for me because I knew from events that were transpiring in my life that if I was to live and live whole-heartedly it would be from me facing myself, and this fear head-on. Funny thing about it is, ever since I did, I haven’t had the dream since. Read the Previous Entry Part 4 Here Continue on to Part 6 Here. . .
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Kathryn P.
2/7/2014 10:25:11 pm
I just LOVE reading your posts- always looking forward to the next one!
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