I got a beaten from my great, great grandma; or at least one of us did…

I had a dream last night in which one of my fellow lives was in the bedroom getting a spanking like a five-year old, but it was not from our mother, it was from her mother or grandmother.

My father was there, but just to watch or lend support to all parties involved.

I was so angry. I had to wait out in the hallway and listen to the beating, like when you have to sit and listen to your brother or sister catching one.

My mother or grandmother came out into the hall to speak with me and I told her, at the height of my rage that I was going to fuck them all up.

She said that they want an apology, not for what I said, but for what I have done with my time alone. I told her; you drop us here and just leave us to fend for ourselves, like some kind of animal and then you have the audacity to request and apology.

I am the one who feels betrayed. I am the one who is owed an explanation & a fucking apology. It was weird like the past generation were all together in one space, judging us.

Think about it like you are a nine year old and your great grandmother appears next to your mother and give you a beaten, that made any beaten your mother ever gave you, seem like a slap on the wrist.

How would you react to that? A past generation, someone you do not know or love, comes in a gives you a fresh one and then your mother asks for an apology, even though she left us and now lets someone else come in and give us a beating.

“I AM” befuddled.

Then it branched off and I went on a journey with someone who took me out to this place by the water. It was really nice. It had something to do with an appliance, like a stove. This stove had a area set aside for an additional burner. The knob and hardware was there, the burner was in place, the only thing that was missing was the connection.

Like it was built to be upgraded at some point in time…

James

About A Robots Voice

There is a life and my name is James. When I speak it is because the physical has allowed me to do so. I am trying to find my way and in the process bring my physical nature to a place and time of rebirth. To be there when it takes its first steps as a child of God.
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