Journey Forth
Into the Light
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The cover is based on a dream I had in 2013. I am in a dense forest. The ground is covered with crisp brown leaves. Looking around, I see no way out of the forest. Then suddenly, stepping stones appeared leading through the forest. In my sock feet, I start jumping from stone to stone. Every time I would jump, these gray, slimy, eel-like creatures I will call Snipes would jump up out of the leaves and nip my heels. The ground was full of them. I froze, and would not jump anymore. Then in the distance I saw a man, like an angel. He was dressed in a brown suede-like skirt and vest with brown stra...
The cover is based on a dream I had in 2013. I am in a dense forest. The ground is covered with crisp brown leaves. Looking around, I see no way out of the forest. Then suddenly, stepping stones appeared leading through the forest. In my sock feet, I start jumping from stone to stone. Every time I would jump, these gray, slimy, eel-like creatures I will call Snipes would jump up out of the leaves and nip my heels. The ground was full of them. I froze, and would not jump anymore. Then in the distance I saw a man, like an angel. He was dressed in a brown suede-like skirt and vest with brown strappy sandals to his knees. He had a long stick and was poking the ground. I could see the Snipes moving away every time he would poke into the leaves. I began jumping again as he came through the forest. Soon I came to a ridge that overlooked a clearing. The sun, like a bright white light, was shining through the bare trees. Leaping from the ridge, I began twirling, changing from my dark, drab clothes into a white dress when I lit on the ground into the clearing. I stood there basking in the glowing light. The dream continues. I walked through the clearing and came to the edge of a mountain. Looking down the mountain, I saw a village where the houses looked like little matchboxes. Where I was standing, to my left, suspended in the air was a box of white tissues. I pulled one out and began poking it into the fist of my left hand; it turned into a flower like a lily. Then I heard a voice whisper, "This is for your healing."
