The sky is new, sun yet to appear over old mountains. Prince Blackjack sleeps behind me in the big chair; not really my dog, but we've bonded, and he spends most of his time with me.
AJ won't get up for a couple of hours; she never was a morning person. She is getting stronger every day.
A little breezy this morning, the leaves on the poplar are trembling, turning yellow already. As I type, I recognize that "I" am not really here, that I am not a body, and this is a dream. The things that most people use to prove this all is real: pain and comfort, sorrow and happiness; all these prove to me that this is unreal, because they all are temporary. Happiness that goes away is not happiness, but fear. True happiness is eternal, as our Self is eternal. People struggle with these ideas, thinking eternal means unending time, dragging on and on. It is hard for them to grasp that it means there is only now.
Jack rolled over on his back...now he's on his side again. He's very cute for something that doesn't exist.
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