I’m crying tears for you as I write this Sheena Eve. I will gladly let them flow wherever and whenever they fall. The tears burn tiny streams of pain down my cheeks until they become pools of love and joy in my heart.
They will dry when you walk me across the River into Valhalla and we sit at the round with food and drink.
I fear not my next death for life begins anew … and you will be there.
YET, I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANY OTHER IN MY LIFE WHO HAS ASCENDED.
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Here is the beginning of “6315” – Volume 3 of my “Walking On Dawes Collection”.
“First thing I recalled was the unbearable pain in my jaw. I couldn’t move it. The more I attempted to open my mouth the greater the sharp stabbing pain.
My tongue felt like a pile of pulled pork. Even the mere breathe of air passing over it caused burning pain. I then realized that it was shredded by what shards of my teeth remained.
“Where were my beautiful teeth?”
And I wanted to know where the heck I was.
I realized that my eyes were swollen shut. Which compounded the chaotic mess within my mind.
My eyesight was surreal. Like I was wearing an Indy drivers burn mask. All I could see was the glow of the dual fluorescent light tubes directly above me. All else was obliqued by the shadows of my swollen eyelids.
I was hurt.
The realisation that I had either been in a heluva accident or I had lost the greatest street fight of my life set in.”
It is but a babe in the woods, but I am working on it.