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Karma Come Soon

Published July 3, 2014 by Dream Weaver

Three men on choppers arrive at their destination, a house at almost the end of a dirt road in the mountains of Arizona.  They stepped off their hogs in unison like outlaws in an old western.

They head to the cabin of their destination as an older man steps out on the porch.  “Hi, guys are you lost?”

“Not if you’re Owen”, said the burly bearded biker.

“Yes, that’s my name, may I ask who you are?” said Owen.

“We are, Hicks, do you know why we are here?” said the lead biker.

“I think so…”Owen said and stood quietly waiting.  He had spent fourteen years in prison not much scared him anymore, but he knew well enough to stand tough and not show fear.

“We are not here to hurt you or scare you, we just want to talk.  You have done a lot to hurt our cousin and the pain you cause her has never stopped.  Just because you are no longer molesting her, doesn’t make the memories or pain go away.  The trauma remains and the pain still stings.  You took everything from her, her father, her cousins, aunts and uncles.  You took her innocence and her confidence.  We suspect you even took her mother away, from stupidity causing her death.  Then you even took her mother’s death wish, her mother’s last words away from her.  Frankie was surrounded by her siblings, nieces and nephews where were you? Frankie spoke to Sandy just before she was put on life supports.  Frankie told Sandy that this cabin is hers not yours.  That you had other places, properties and this place was hers.  At least 4 people heard this from Frankie, Sandy didn’t fight it. Even before when Sandy last saw Frankie she talked to her mother about her Mother’s Ring. You thought there were synthetic stones which actually were real gemstones, Frankie told her to take the ring. And sadly she forgot it and you say that the ring had been gone for years.  Sandy has been fighting for her sanity and life since you snuck into her life.  Now for the last three years she has fought medical battles, lucky to have survived, broke verily getting by, while you live in her house, going to the casino regularly and Las Vegas.  It is just you here why, do you have so many cars and motorhomes?  Sandy has one car that verily runs and can’t afford to get another.  Does anything sound fair here?  Do you ever think of anybody but yourself? Do you feel any guilt at all for all the lives you destroyed?  What are you going to do about this?”

Owen spoke, “You are right, where do I start?

The lead rider spoke, “How about thinking of her first for a change.  Sale the vehicles you don’t need.  Keep the truck and send everything from the sale of the vehicles to Sandy.  Or even better, send them full of some of the stuff you are just sitting on and let Sandy sell them at auction in Iowa where they will bring in good money.  You do not need all the stuff you have, come on you are an old man don’t make someone else handle it after you are gone.  All your prized stuff will be worth nothing after you are gone.  You know old man Karma is a bitch, there is still hope for you; God does not forgive everything.”

The lead rider shook his head, looked at his cousins and said, “We are done here, and the rest is up to him.  Let’s ride.”  In unison, they hopped on their hogs and started them up and rode away down the dirt road with their backs to the old man.

Remember…. Karma is a bitch, sooner or later she will get you!

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Reality Hits My Dreams

Published June 18, 2014 by Dream Weaver

Just a little background on why I know the dream happened: 

I saw this as a writing idea on another site.  Yes, my mother died from Septic Shock and was in liver failure.  My stepfather did go to jail for incest of my adopted daughters, sadly mine was way too old to add the charges.


Reality Hits My Dreams

Sandy: “Hi Cuz, have you seen your local news today?”

Dotty: “Did, I miss something?”

Sandy:  “Apparently, you and the whole family has.  I am totally uh … well, actually not surprised.”

Dotty: “Don’t make me worry Cuz, tell me.”

Sandy:  “I didn’t catch the whole story, it made national news for god sake…”

Dotty: “Cuz?”

Sandy:  “They want to exhume my mom’s body.  Something about a lost or misread blood test before she died.  It wasn’t septic shock, or normal liver failure…”

Dotty:  “I knew there was always more to that man than the abuse and molestations.  Now murder!”

Sandy:  “Who do you know back home that can tell us more? I haven’t gotten through to anybody at the Phoenix, White Mountain, or the Arizona State Police.  I would assume it’s at state level with them living in the Mountains and her dying in Phoenix.”

Dotty:  “Makes sense”

Sandy:  “You think the Liver Failure was the beginning?”

Dotty: “She wasn’t sick till he got out of prison.  Are you okay to let me go and see what me and  the family will find out?  I will have to keep the reins tight on Dad, Danny and George.  He better hope he’s in jail, but he may not be safe there either. ”

Sandy:  “Yes, Tony and Lissa are here.  Do you what I know you can do and find out as much as you can.  Love you Cuz!”

Dotty:  “Love you too, be strong one more time, this we will get through together!”

 

What comes in dreams

Published June 9, 2014 by Dream Weaver

1. INSIGHT to myself, things to improve and fix in my life & occasionally visions of things to come.

2. STORIES TO SHARE.

3. WORLDS TO EXPLORE: some happy, some sad, and others just amazing.

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