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I feel a pang in my Core,
that stunts movement.
Breathing shallow and strained,
throat itchy from Words unspoken.
The fear rises in me, to envelope my resolve.
I can't speak.
Where has this fear come from?
I search for meaning, clarity, looking within.
What is there around me, to affect me so?
And there, I see the Ethereal Cord.
And here, I see the Frequency of Vibration, intermingled.
And I follow its path,
to the body of a man,
who I have seen in Waking Dreams,
before I knew that I Knew him.
This terror is not my own,
and so it becomes my own.
We shoot it back and forth between us,
in pulsating rhythm,
through the Golden Cord that has linked us from,
Life to Life,
Spirit to Spirit,
Heart to Heart.
"You are Safe."
I will the thought into his mind.
You are and always have been,
"But how can you Know?" Is the response that I receive,
and I point to the Cord, that he cannot See.
Because, My Love, you are linked -
© 2015 Marié Patricia Nicolina Murray