Here with Me

I feel some very positive sentiments towards my entries yesterday, especially Punishment City.  My wings are spreading and I am ready to fly.  I accept the past, and I move into a new realm.  Maybe someone just played Bruno Mars, "Marry Me."  It is a movement around me.  I look to a free future that I can be myself and quit editing all the time.  I look at the birds in the air, and I see their flight as a positive omen.  I listen to the chords of a proper melody, and my heart melts just a little bit.  Maybe I see a solid, serious soul laughing at a phone video and it moves my soul to revelry.  Maybe with the angels we will go free.  I take in the scene, and I feel that The Pagans of NE Minneapolis are beginning to understand me.  They are now to be free of the power and influence of Unitarian Universalists and Jews (especially from NYC).  They can now be their own community.  After my animal cruelty piece, I went home and The Ecuadorians next door were outside playing with a cat.  As I approached my apartment, a woman with a timid dog approached me.  Maybe it will be okay for me to be me soon enough.  I think that the leaders that they believed in have failed them all terribly, and now they know that only divine justice can save them, especially as a community.  I will now work on seeing the sunshine, and appreciating the shade of clouds.  Be with me, and let us pray.