That ‘best friend’ of mine came to visit me in dreamland, again last night. It’s been nearly three years since she died. (But we all know they don’t really die; they just pass-on to another dimension, outside the body.)
In this dream, she was stealing from me, again… All my jewelry this time. She had two accomplices who were also supposed to be my friends. But I didn’t much care about their involvement. It was her involvement, her betrayal, that just tore my guts out.
In the end, I faced her and told her, “I am not going to let this hurt me all over again. And I don’t want you to suffer for it either. It’s all in the past and I forgive you. Now I’m taking this and placing it at the foot of the cross. That’s where it belongs. I won’t carry it any longer. We can let it go, now.” Then I told her, “go and be happy.”
It’s a miracle that we can work through this, even after she has passed. But I do believe that is exactly what is happening. I’m getting my best friend back. For me, it’s almost like Lazarus on the fourth day after his death.
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